Fic: Green Me
Title: Green Me
Pairing: House/Wilson est.
Rating: ~ PG
Summary: House sets a few things straight for Wilson.
Notes: Just a bit of fluff, really. =)
“Well this is adorable,” House murmured, as he kissed Wilson’s cheek.
“Y- yeah. What?” Wilson leaned away from him, looking him in the eye. “No. It isn’t.”
“Yes. It is,” House insisted, repositioning himself more comfortably on the couch. “You’re jealous.” He moved in to kiss along Wilson’s jaw, bringing his hand up to Wilson’s face to prevent him from backing away.
Wilson sighed, turning his eyes to the ceiling. “I’m not jealous. I’m just... annoyed.”
“Aha.” House scraped his teeth along Wilson’s earlobe.
“I... know for a fact that you would be too.”
“Probably.” House conceded.
“Especially when I see the two of you and... and she’s all over you.”
“You’re exaggerating.”
“She knows about us, House, of course she does, but she’s still doing it.” House leaned back and began untying the knot of Wilson’s tie.
“You’re right. I’m probably a whole lot more appealing to her now. She probably wants to see if she can turn me straight. But lucky for you,” House said, as he pulled the tie from around Wilson’s collar, “you’ve already got me, so the bragging rights are all yours.” House tossed the tie aside and kissed him, placing his hands on him and pushing slowly so Wilson took the hint and leant back.
This was good. Very convincing.
And yet...
“Maybe if you just say something to her.”
House let his head fall against Wilson’s chest.
“No, I don’t want to do that. It’s nothing that didn’t happen before, but now that we’re together you’re noticing it more.” House looked up at him again and a smirk worked its way along his mouth. “Trust me, Wilson. I only have eyes for you.”
And Wilson had no choice but to watch him lean in slowly, and without blinking.
Wilson looked away. “Then tell her.”
There was a pause. “What should I say?”
“That, you know... that I’m your boyfriend.”
“Yeah, there’s no way I’m saying that. ‘Cuddy, stop touching me or I’ll get my boyfriend onto you.’
“I know you’d say it just to get attention.”
“No, if I wanted attention I’m pretty sure I could come up with something far dirtier and flattering than that. Or I could just stand back and watch the two of you fight over me.”
Wilson saw the self-satisfied smile and tried very hard to look unimpressed.
“You could sell tickets,” he said.
“I’ll split the earnings with you fifty fifty.”
Wilson rolled his eyes, “Idiot.”
“Ah, but you love me.”
House pressed his lips to the side of Wilson’s face and settled himself alongside him.
Wilson trailed his hand down House’s arm, feeling the crimpled shirt between his fingers. “So what are you going to say when we tell, I mean, you’re going to tell your mom eventually aren’t you?”
“Sure, but you don’t want me to call you ‘boyfriend’ do you?”
“No. Why? Would you?”
“I don’t know. If I’m going to say anything to her it’d be: ‘Mom, you know James right? Well, he’s now the guy I’m sexually active with.”
“Oh, I see. So your plan is to break it to her gently.”
“Well, not exactly like that but I’m sure the fact that we’re having sex will come up in conversation some time. I’ll tell your parents too. We’ll invite them all around, including Cuddy if you like, just so the message is clear.”
Wilson sighed. “You really are insufferable.”
“Maybe. But you love me.”
Wilson turned his head and tried his hardest not to smile but House only moved into his line of vision to catch his eye again, smiling, mischief in his eyes, waiting for a response. And Wilson couldn’t resist teasing him as he took hold of his collar and brought him down for a kiss, “You’ll do.”
Pairing: House/Wilson est.
Rating: ~ PG
Summary: House sets a few things straight for Wilson.
Notes: Just a bit of fluff, really. =)
“Well this is adorable,” House murmured, as he kissed Wilson’s cheek.
“Y- yeah. What?” Wilson leaned away from him, looking him in the eye. “No. It isn’t.”
“Yes. It is,” House insisted, repositioning himself more comfortably on the couch. “You’re jealous.” He moved in to kiss along Wilson’s jaw, bringing his hand up to Wilson’s face to prevent him from backing away.
Wilson sighed, turning his eyes to the ceiling. “I’m not jealous. I’m just... annoyed.”
“Aha.” House scraped his teeth along Wilson’s earlobe.
“I... know for a fact that you would be too.”
“Probably.” House conceded.
“Especially when I see the two of you and... and she’s all over you.”
“You’re exaggerating.”
“She knows about us, House, of course she does, but she’s still doing it.” House leaned back and began untying the knot of Wilson’s tie.
“You’re right. I’m probably a whole lot more appealing to her now. She probably wants to see if she can turn me straight. But lucky for you,” House said, as he pulled the tie from around Wilson’s collar, “you’ve already got me, so the bragging rights are all yours.” House tossed the tie aside and kissed him, placing his hands on him and pushing slowly so Wilson took the hint and leant back.
This was good. Very convincing.
And yet...
“Maybe if you just say something to her.”
House let his head fall against Wilson’s chest.
“No, I don’t want to do that. It’s nothing that didn’t happen before, but now that we’re together you’re noticing it more.” House looked up at him again and a smirk worked its way along his mouth. “Trust me, Wilson. I only have eyes for you.”
And Wilson had no choice but to watch him lean in slowly, and without blinking.
Wilson looked away. “Then tell her.”
There was a pause. “What should I say?”
“That, you know... that I’m your boyfriend.”
“Yeah, there’s no way I’m saying that. ‘Cuddy, stop touching me or I’ll get my boyfriend onto you.’
“I know you’d say it just to get attention.”
“No, if I wanted attention I’m pretty sure I could come up with something far dirtier and flattering than that. Or I could just stand back and watch the two of you fight over me.”
Wilson saw the self-satisfied smile and tried very hard to look unimpressed.
“You could sell tickets,” he said.
“I’ll split the earnings with you fifty fifty.”
Wilson rolled his eyes, “Idiot.”
“Ah, but you love me.”
House pressed his lips to the side of Wilson’s face and settled himself alongside him.
Wilson trailed his hand down House’s arm, feeling the crimpled shirt between his fingers. “So what are you going to say when we tell, I mean, you’re going to tell your mom eventually aren’t you?”
“Sure, but you don’t want me to call you ‘boyfriend’ do you?”
“No. Why? Would you?”
“I don’t know. If I’m going to say anything to her it’d be: ‘Mom, you know James right? Well, he’s now the guy I’m sexually active with.”
“Oh, I see. So your plan is to break it to her gently.”
“Well, not exactly like that but I’m sure the fact that we’re having sex will come up in conversation some time. I’ll tell your parents too. We’ll invite them all around, including Cuddy if you like, just so the message is clear.”
Wilson sighed. “You really are insufferable.”
“Maybe. But you love me.”
Wilson turned his head and tried his hardest not to smile but House only moved into his line of vision to catch his eye again, smiling, mischief in his eyes, waiting for a response. And Wilson couldn’t resist teasing him as he took hold of his collar and brought him down for a kiss, “You’ll do.”