First Kisses (6/13) for wanderingwidget "Blame it on the Sake"
vi. Blame it on the Sake
Prompt was: Chopsticks
Given me by: wanderingwidget
Sometimes, House was like the child Wilson never had.
"I would have drowned you, you know," Wilson says confidentially.
House smiles, and his voice just misses being bitter, "I think Dad wishes he had."
"Greg!" his mother says, her voice disapproving.
"Ask him, see what he says," is all House says, shrugging. He does not stop putting his chopsticks in Wilson's food, stealing all the choice bits before Jimmy can get to them.
"He's not here to defend himself," Blythe begins, but Wilson shakes his head at her.
"He's just trying to make me feel bad," he explains, smacking House's hands with his own chopsticks, "So I'll be off my guard."
She smiles, knowingly, and kicks House in the shin. It's his good leg, but certainly an improvement over her usual kid-glove treatment since the infarction.
He winces, and gives a howl, causing the patrons and staff of the Golden Wok to turn their heads and stare.
"Are you done?" Wilson asks, unimpressed by the show, using House's distraction against him to steal his egg roll.
"I'm eating that!" House protests, elbowing Wilson in the ribs.
"Not any more, you aren't," Wilson replies, licking the egg roll childishly. Middle of three brothers? He was used to fighting for food.
Blythe giggles, covering her mouth daintily with her napkin. As House pulls the egg roll from Wilson's fingers, and bites into it, worrying at it like a terrier with a bone, she laughs out loud, blushing a furious shade of red.
"House!" Wilson protests, but he figured this is how it would go.
"Oh, be quiet," House mumbles around a mouthful of egg roll. "It's not like I kissed you or anything."
Blythe shocks them all by saying, "Well, maybe you should." She blinks, apparently having been possessed by the same demon that usually set up shop in her son, and holds her napkin to her mouth.
Wilson's jaw has dropped, and House will later say that it was the gobsmacked look that made him want to take his mother's advice.
"Don't you need to go powder your nose or something?" he asks his mother pointedly, in his none-too-subtle hinting voice.
But it is Wilson who grabs House's face, diving in for a kiss, sending House off-balance and nearly putting them onto the floor. The kiss is messy, and spontaneous, and oh-so-satisfyingly right.
Everyone present will later blame the sake, and everyone present will forget that not a one of them so much as touched the sake.
That is, until the second date.
Prompt was: Chopsticks
Given me by: wanderingwidget
Sometimes, House was like the child Wilson never had.
"I would have drowned you, you know," Wilson says confidentially.
House smiles, and his voice just misses being bitter, "I think Dad wishes he had."
"Greg!" his mother says, her voice disapproving.
"Ask him, see what he says," is all House says, shrugging. He does not stop putting his chopsticks in Wilson's food, stealing all the choice bits before Jimmy can get to them.
"He's not here to defend himself," Blythe begins, but Wilson shakes his head at her.
"He's just trying to make me feel bad," he explains, smacking House's hands with his own chopsticks, "So I'll be off my guard."
She smiles, knowingly, and kicks House in the shin. It's his good leg, but certainly an improvement over her usual kid-glove treatment since the infarction.
He winces, and gives a howl, causing the patrons and staff of the Golden Wok to turn their heads and stare.
"Are you done?" Wilson asks, unimpressed by the show, using House's distraction against him to steal his egg roll.
"I'm eating that!" House protests, elbowing Wilson in the ribs.
"Not any more, you aren't," Wilson replies, licking the egg roll childishly. Middle of three brothers? He was used to fighting for food.
Blythe giggles, covering her mouth daintily with her napkin. As House pulls the egg roll from Wilson's fingers, and bites into it, worrying at it like a terrier with a bone, she laughs out loud, blushing a furious shade of red.
"House!" Wilson protests, but he figured this is how it would go.
"Oh, be quiet," House mumbles around a mouthful of egg roll. "It's not like I kissed you or anything."
Blythe shocks them all by saying, "Well, maybe you should." She blinks, apparently having been possessed by the same demon that usually set up shop in her son, and holds her napkin to her mouth.
Wilson's jaw has dropped, and House will later say that it was the gobsmacked look that made him want to take his mother's advice.
"Don't you need to go powder your nose or something?" he asks his mother pointedly, in his none-too-subtle hinting voice.
But it is Wilson who grabs House's face, diving in for a kiss, sending House off-balance and nearly putting them onto the floor. The kiss is messy, and spontaneous, and oh-so-satisfyingly right.
Everyone present will later blame the sake, and everyone present will forget that not a one of them so much as touched the sake.
That is, until the second date.