Just a Little Touch, part 2

[l57371]

Just a Little Touch, part 2

Safely back in his office, House dropped into his chair and turned toward the balcony, gazing unseeingly out into space.  His hand … tingled.  The hand he used to grab Wilson’s wrist, the same one with which he touched Wilson’s shoulder, tingled.  It had done the same thing that morning at the coffee kiosk as well.

Comments

[triedunture]

This has all the marks of greatness as usual. You know what? How about from now on, you just send all new fics straight to my mem section. 'Cause that's where they all go! And this. Gah, a simple proposition, but really sweet and kind. So yay!

[l57371]

Hee, thank you. Don't worry, eventually I'll come up with something that's absolute crap, and then you won't have to mem it.

[triedunture]

I'd probably do it anyway just out of habit. :) But I mean, I don't see how you could go wrong at this point. You'd have to like, get completely fucked up on cough syrup and boxed wine and post while in a dysfunctional state, I think. Actually, that sounds like it might be fun.

[l57371]

Absolutely. Think we can take over the script writing and make it happen?

[yummysubculture]

sweet jeebus that was sexy. my god. guh. can't form coherant thoughts...

[l57371]

Coherent thought is over-rated anyway. :-)

[genagirl]

Oh yah - a happy ending!

[l57371]

Is there any other kind?

[artura_nemesis]

OMG. Hot. HOT HOT HOT SOOO HOT
*jumps into ice bath but only produces more steam*
damn it!

[l57371]

Oh no, no ice baths, they're bad, remember? Stay hot. Heh.