HW Fest
Title: Don't Kiss Me
Author: Oz
Rating: PG13
Words: 272
Prompt: 107. A kiss that means nothing confuses everything.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the Stig t-shirt on my back.
Notes: It's very strange. Exceedingly so. From Wilson's POV, a meeting with House on the balcony after House has cheated. HW slash. of course.
Don’t. Please, just don’t.
Don’t put your arm around me to steady yourself. I can’t let you touch me. Feel the warmth of your hand through my shirt and onto my shoulder. I’m hypersensitive at every point you touch me. The brush of our thighs, where you lean against my chest, every finger on your hand.
(hands spread along her skin)
Don’t stand so close. I can’t breathe with you there. Smell you surrounding me, invading my personal space. I know that smell so well. A mix that’s all your own. Your aftershave, the soap used to wash your clothes, something that’s just you. It makes me dizzy.
(her perfume on our your bed)
Don’t look at me like that. I can’t think straight when you look at me. Stare into the depths and drown. They’re beautiful eyes, and terrifying. With them you strip away all my defences, all my lies and manipulations. You see me and know me.
(eyes follow her around the room)
Don’t whisper those words in my ear. I’ve heard them all before. Listen as you lie to me, tell me all the words that make it up to me. The words are your weapons, delicate poniards that slip under my skin and poison me from within. Every time you speak you kill me that little bit more.
(talk to her, make her worship you)
Don’t kiss me. It hurts too much. Move with you desperately, trying to find some truth in your embrace. I’ve been here so many times. And it’s never meant anything, and it always means everything. I hate you.
(kiss her)
(never kiss me)
Author: Oz
Rating: PG13
Words: 272
Prompt: 107. A kiss that means nothing confuses everything.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the Stig t-shirt on my back.
Notes: It's very strange. Exceedingly so. From Wilson's POV, a meeting with House on the balcony after House has cheated. HW slash. of course.
Don’t. Please, just don’t.
Don’t put your arm around me to steady yourself. I can’t let you touch me. Feel the warmth of your hand through my shirt and onto my shoulder. I’m hypersensitive at every point you touch me. The brush of our thighs, where you lean against my chest, every finger on your hand.
(hands spread along her skin)
Don’t stand so close. I can’t breathe with you there. Smell you surrounding me, invading my personal space. I know that smell so well. A mix that’s all your own. Your aftershave, the soap used to wash your clothes, something that’s just you. It makes me dizzy.
(her perfume on our your bed)
Don’t look at me like that. I can’t think straight when you look at me. Stare into the depths and drown. They’re beautiful eyes, and terrifying. With them you strip away all my defences, all my lies and manipulations. You see me and know me.
(eyes follow her around the room)
Don’t whisper those words in my ear. I’ve heard them all before. Listen as you lie to me, tell me all the words that make it up to me. The words are your weapons, delicate poniards that slip under my skin and poison me from within. Every time you speak you kill me that little bit more.
(talk to her, make her worship you)
Don’t kiss me. It hurts too much. Move with you desperately, trying to find some truth in your embrace. I’ve been here so many times. And it’s never meant anything, and it always means everything. I hate you.
(kiss her)
(never kiss me)