First Kisses (9/13) for ilovedoyle "The Plan"
ix. The Plan
Prompt was: Their first kiss happens as a result of House's ability to play (piano) becomes public knowledge at PPTH.
Given me by: ilovedoyle
House throws open Wilson's door, where it slams into the sheetrock, widening the hole that he's put there during past tantrums.
Wilson doesn't have a patient, so he doesn't so much as flinch, as if he's been expecting this intrusion all day.
Which he has.
"You just had to open your big mouth!"
Wilson continues scratching illegible notes into his patient's file. "You're the one that's yelling." He sounds bored.
Too bored.
"You told Nurse Ratched that I play piano!"
"That's not her name. And no, I didn't." Wilson refuses to look up from his papers.
"Sor-ry, for insulting a member of your harem!" House barks, adding, "You're the only one that knows, and you just love to flap your gums. Makes the nurses all wet in their panties."
Wilson lays down his pen with exaggerated calm, crossing his legs and steepling his fingers. "First of all, I do not have a harem. If I did, I wouldn't hang out with you so damned much."
House snorts, folding his arms. He does sit down, though, flouncing onto Wilson's couch, looking severely wounded.
Wilson continues, in the same even tone, "Second of all, it's not my talking that makes the nurses wet in their panties."
House almost smiles at that, a quick crinkling at the corner of his right eye that only Wilson would notice.
"And finally, I'm thinking that you've forgotten Cameron, in your haste to find a reason to yell at me."
"Couldn't be..." House begins, then pauses for a second, thinking it over. "Oh, damn."
Wilson turned back to his paperwork, rolling his eyes, "Why am I the number one suspect now? When in doubt, it's always Cameron."
"You're almost as bad," House said pettishly, adding, "And you didn't seem shocked by the allegation."
Wilson passes him a sheet of paper from his mostly-empty inbox. "Cuddy sent out a memo. She's got you playing not one, but two solos at the Christmas party."
"Tell me something I don't know."
"Well, I would, but considering that someone has ratted me out, as well," Wilson says, motioning for House to continue reading. He was down for two solos, as well, one guitar and one vocal...and a duet.
"She's got us doing a duet?" House says, face flushing red again.
"Oh, calm down. And it's your own damned fault. You sold me out."
"Of course I did...wait a minute. It wasn't Cameron!"
"No, but it could have been," Wilson says sheepishly. "You started this. You've got to find a way to get us out of it."
House crumples up the memo and flings it at Wilson's head. Wilson catches it neatly, throwing it back at House. The impromptu game of catch absorbs their attention for a while, although House is clearly ruminating over the problem.
After twenty-two minutes and thirty-seven seconds, Wilson misses his catch, and House has a plan.
............................
The PPTH Christmas party was usually an incredibly boring affair, not getting nearly as good a turnout as the much nicer and better planned charity events, but Cuddy had scrimped and saved and put away enough money to actually get some decent catering this year.
Allison had come up with the idea of using hospital talent for entertainment, and there was a surprising amount of it, all of which Cuddy planned to put to use.
That is, until the curtain was raised, revealing twin tuxedo-clad figures kissing desperately beneath the mistletoe. The gasps of the crowd were nothing compared to the wanton little whimpers Wilson was making, and was that House moaning?
Cuddy quickly motioned for the curtain to fall, but not before the entire PPTH staff caught sight of House copping a feel. Cuddy put her hand over her mouth, just barely resisting the urge to scream.
Even still, it was the best Christmas party in hospital history, and to Cuddy's everlasting shame, it was talked about for years to come.
Though she never could look at Wilson's ass the same way again.
Prompt was: Their first kiss happens as a result of House's ability to play (piano) becomes public knowledge at PPTH.
Given me by: ilovedoyle
House throws open Wilson's door, where it slams into the sheetrock, widening the hole that he's put there during past tantrums.
Wilson doesn't have a patient, so he doesn't so much as flinch, as if he's been expecting this intrusion all day.
Which he has.
"You just had to open your big mouth!"
Wilson continues scratching illegible notes into his patient's file. "You're the one that's yelling." He sounds bored.
Too bored.
"You told Nurse Ratched that I play piano!"
"That's not her name. And no, I didn't." Wilson refuses to look up from his papers.
"Sor-ry, for insulting a member of your harem!" House barks, adding, "You're the only one that knows, and you just love to flap your gums. Makes the nurses all wet in their panties."
Wilson lays down his pen with exaggerated calm, crossing his legs and steepling his fingers. "First of all, I do not have a harem. If I did, I wouldn't hang out with you so damned much."
House snorts, folding his arms. He does sit down, though, flouncing onto Wilson's couch, looking severely wounded.
Wilson continues, in the same even tone, "Second of all, it's not my talking that makes the nurses wet in their panties."
House almost smiles at that, a quick crinkling at the corner of his right eye that only Wilson would notice.
"And finally, I'm thinking that you've forgotten Cameron, in your haste to find a reason to yell at me."
"Couldn't be..." House begins, then pauses for a second, thinking it over. "Oh, damn."
Wilson turned back to his paperwork, rolling his eyes, "Why am I the number one suspect now? When in doubt, it's always Cameron."
"You're almost as bad," House said pettishly, adding, "And you didn't seem shocked by the allegation."
Wilson passes him a sheet of paper from his mostly-empty inbox. "Cuddy sent out a memo. She's got you playing not one, but two solos at the Christmas party."
"Tell me something I don't know."
"Well, I would, but considering that someone has ratted me out, as well," Wilson says, motioning for House to continue reading. He was down for two solos, as well, one guitar and one vocal...and a duet.
"She's got us doing a duet?" House says, face flushing red again.
"Oh, calm down. And it's your own damned fault. You sold me out."
"Of course I did...wait a minute. It wasn't Cameron!"
"No, but it could have been," Wilson says sheepishly. "You started this. You've got to find a way to get us out of it."
House crumples up the memo and flings it at Wilson's head. Wilson catches it neatly, throwing it back at House. The impromptu game of catch absorbs their attention for a while, although House is clearly ruminating over the problem.
After twenty-two minutes and thirty-seven seconds, Wilson misses his catch, and House has a plan.
............................
The PPTH Christmas party was usually an incredibly boring affair, not getting nearly as good a turnout as the much nicer and better planned charity events, but Cuddy had scrimped and saved and put away enough money to actually get some decent catering this year.
Allison had come up with the idea of using hospital talent for entertainment, and there was a surprising amount of it, all of which Cuddy planned to put to use.
That is, until the curtain was raised, revealing twin tuxedo-clad figures kissing desperately beneath the mistletoe. The gasps of the crowd were nothing compared to the wanton little whimpers Wilson was making, and was that House moaning?
Cuddy quickly motioned for the curtain to fall, but not before the entire PPTH staff caught sight of House copping a feel. Cuddy put her hand over her mouth, just barely resisting the urge to scream.
Even still, it was the best Christmas party in hospital history, and to Cuddy's everlasting shame, it was talked about for years to come.
Though she never could look at Wilson's ass the same way again.