Title: Spice Characters: House/Wilson Rating: NC-17ish Words: 3,800 Summary: House gets jealous over Javier Bardem, sort of Warnings: Shameless domesticity with a dollop of smut
First off, you NEVER have to apologize for writing awesomeness. You have no idea how excited I was when I saw you'd written another fic.
And second, I would have to quote the entire thing for my favorite parts, but I particularly liked all of the nicknames House kept giving Rick.
And then there's this gem:
“That was our deal, though.”
Wilson wagged an index finger. “No, no. I agreed to that post-orgasm. And remember? We said no more attempts at manipulation within an hour of sex. It’s not fair.”
House screwed up his face. “We actually said something like that? That doesn’t sound like me.”
“Yes. The unattractive-co-worker agreement was declared null and void.” Wilson sliced a hand through the air for emphasis.
“Why don’t I remember this? Wait. Was I post-orgasm?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Wilson insisted. “You cannot control who I talk to at work, House. Or anywhere, for that matter.”
Hee! House manipulating Wilson manipulating House. So very them.
Oh, I wouldn't call them frivolous domestic fics - and even if they were I love seeing them pop up on my flist on a regular basis :)
I love your House inner voice and your manipulative, flapping his arms around, Wilson. That Laracuente guy was pretty brave, to ask Wilson out after his little encounter with House in the lounge :)
Love the opening with House hovering near the blinds, ignoring his team's attempts to diagnose the patient, while peering out at Wilson, engaged in the art of conversation with an attractive person (how dare he!) - so reminiscent of his obsessive watching over Wilson in the show. His insecurities ring true.
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He flapped a hand, in what was presumably Wilsonian sign language for “doin’ the nasty.” - can just see this :)
“Attractive people are required to stay a football field’s distance away from him. That’s why I let him have lunch with you but not Chase.” Poor Taub - he's always the butt of the jokes.
And of course, aggressive, possessive, wild cave man sex is always hot :)
That blend of complete trust in his intellect and insecurity in...other things, is part of what I love about House. Thank you for reading and commenting!
Oh wow -another fabulous fic! and a welcome light relief too- so many dark wilson dying fics around at the moment. It's sooo lovely to have an old school Hilson fic filled with brilliant banter, saucy smut and them manipulating eachother! ahhh just like the old days!
I agree with Writerdot that I loved all of House's nicknames for Rick. There was so many brilliant lines, this one made me laugh though: “God, House.”
Yes there's a lot of good remission stories and even some well written death fics but I miss the old days when it was all about hilson's shenanigans at PPTH!! Lol
Yes I am the discofunction on tumblr! It's just wall to wall RSL/Wilson in various states of yumminess! I'm glad you like it! What is your tumblr name- I will keep an eye out for you!
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And second, I would have to quote the entire thing for my favorite parts, but I particularly liked all of the nicknames House kept giving Rick.
And then there's this gem:
“That was our deal, though.”
Wilson wagged an index finger. “No, no. I agreed to that post-orgasm. And remember? We said no more attempts at manipulation within an hour of sex. It’s not fair.”
House screwed up his face. “We actually said something like that? That doesn’t sound like me.”
“Yes. The unattractive-co-worker agreement was declared null and void.” Wilson sliced a hand through the air for emphasis.
“Why don’t I remember this? Wait. Was I post-orgasm?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Wilson insisted. “You cannot control who I talk to at work, House. Or anywhere, for that matter.”
Hee! House manipulating Wilson manipulating House. So very them.
Great job!
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It's almost silly, isn't it? Thanks so much for reading! I'm glad you enjoyed the nonsense :)
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I love your House inner voice and your manipulative, flapping his arms around, Wilson. That Laracuente guy was pretty brave, to ask Wilson out after his little encounter with House in the lounge :)
Love the opening with House hovering near the blinds, ignoring his team's attempts to diagnose the patient, while peering out at Wilson, engaged in the art of conversation with an attractive person (how dare he!) - so reminiscent of his obsessive watching over Wilson in the show. His insecurities ring true.
Favourite lines
He flapped a hand, in what was presumably Wilsonian sign language for “doin’ the nasty.” - can just see this :)
“Attractive people are required to stay a football field’s distance away from him. That’s why I let him have lunch with you but not Chase.” Poor Taub - he's always the butt of the jokes.
And of course, aggressive, possessive, wild cave man sex is always hot :)
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He probably thought, "What's he doing with this jerk?" and took a shot. The poor sap. Or maybe Wilson was lying...I'm never sure with him ;)
Thank you for reading!
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Please don't apologize for posting fics. The more, the better, especially if they're as good as this.
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I agree with Writerdot that I loved all of House's nicknames for Rick. There was so many brilliant lines, this one made me laugh though:
“God, House.”
“I…answer to either,” House said breathlessly
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Thanks so much for reading!
p.s. I just discovered your Tumblr (I assume its yours). You're doing a great public service ;)
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Yes I am the discofunction on tumblr! It's just wall to wall RSL/Wilson in various states of yumminess! I'm glad you like it! What is your tumblr name- I will keep an eye out for you!
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