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What the Hell. Here is a little House/Wilson drabble (I couldn't keep it to 100 words) I wrote several hours ago and just typed up. If I can ever properly find House's voice, I might have a lot of fun playing around with the characters *coughs*
Let's see...
Title: Boxers, Briefs, or?
Rating: PG (darn)
Pairing: House/Wilson
Summary: Ummm...see title
“What is it? Boxers or briefs?” House muses.
Wilson pauses, his hands leaving the partially lowered zipper of his pants to instead rest lightly upon his hips.
“Don’t let me stop you!”
Wilson smirks, knowing what the waiting is doing to his friend. He feels a pang of guilt as House struggles a brief moment to get to his feet. The pang is gone as they are now chest to chest.
Their eyes meet, shields lowering only for each other. This is a House that Wilson rarely gets to see, hidden behind the gruff, rude, unkind, and brilliant doctor.
House slips his hands between their bodies to lower the troublesome zipper the rest of the way. He keeps his eyes locked on Wilson’s, stubborn and childish enough to not want to be the first to break the electrifying eye contact.
“I dressed with just you in mind,” Wilson teases.
House frowns at his bemused friend and lover who is-blushing? It is too much to take. House steps back and looks down, then returns his gaze back to Wilson, who is now chewing on his lip. Then House bursts out laughing
--Fin
Let's see...
Title: Boxers, Briefs, or?
Rating: PG (darn)
Pairing: House/Wilson
Summary: Ummm...see title
“What is it? Boxers or briefs?” House muses.
Wilson pauses, his hands leaving the partially lowered zipper of his pants to instead rest lightly upon his hips.
“Don’t let me stop you!”
Wilson smirks, knowing what the waiting is doing to his friend. He feels a pang of guilt as House struggles a brief moment to get to his feet. The pang is gone as they are now chest to chest.
Their eyes meet, shields lowering only for each other. This is a House that Wilson rarely gets to see, hidden behind the gruff, rude, unkind, and brilliant doctor.
House slips his hands between their bodies to lower the troublesome zipper the rest of the way. He keeps his eyes locked on Wilson’s, stubborn and childish enough to not want to be the first to break the electrifying eye contact.
“I dressed with just you in mind,” Wilson teases.
House frowns at his bemused friend and lover who is-blushing? It is too much to take. House steps back and looks down, then returns his gaze back to Wilson, who is now chewing on his lip. Then House bursts out laughing
--Fin