|perhin (perhin) wrote in perhin_fics,|
@ 2008-06-24 10:15:00
|Entry tags:||12_stories, house md, house/wilson, rated pg-13, rated r, slash|
Winter: Pt.1, Spring Pt. 2
Rating: Light R
Summary: Wilson hates winter.
Note: Written for 12_stories on LJ!
“I hate winter.”
House and Wilson were snuggling (as much as House would snuggle) on the sofa, watching T.V. House looked at Wilson.
“How could you hate winter? It's beautiful.”
“I just hate it. The world is dead for part of the year, and it seems like forever before it comes to life again,” Wilson explained.
“That's because we live in New Jersey. It comes to life much earlier in the south.”
Wilson sighed. “Why can't it come to life at the same time?”
“Because the world is round, and the sun's light doesn't like hitting the Earth evenly. We have a fickle sun.”
“I don't like it. Spring is warm and friendly, winter is dead and sad.”
Wilson looked House up and down. “You're not dead.”
“Part of me is. “
Wilson sighed again. “House, you're so hard to have a conversation with sometimes.”
“That's not all that's hard.”
Wilson looked up at House and glared. “That's all that you can think about right now while we're arguing?”
“We're not arguing, we're bantering,” House said. “And, yes, that's all I can think about. While the spring gets you horny like the rest of the world, I work backwards. Winter is my time of the year.”
Wilson grinned. “You're always backwards.”
“I know.” House looked at the fireplace. “Wanna do it on the floor in front of fireplace?”
“Your leg and back will hurt.”
“Who said I'd be on my back?”
“But your leg will get tired, and I was bottom last time,” Wilson said.
House rolled his eyes and said, “Fine, I'll be bottom.”
Wilson did a fist pump and started taking off his shirt. House just rolled his eyes again and began to undress.
Rating: PG-13/Light R
Summary: House hates spring.
Note: Written for 12_stories on LJ!
“I hate spring.”
House and Wilson sat on a bench on the hospital grounds, eating lunch. It was a beautiful spring day. Wilson stopped eating his pizza and looked up at House.
“Only you could hate such a beautiful day. Sometime,s I think you search for things to hate.” Wilson paused. “Have you run out of things to hate, or is this a burning passion of yours?”
House took a bite of his sandwich and said, “A burning passion. I'm more of a winter kind of guy. I like the gloomy atmosphere of winter; it goes with my attitude.”
“But there are good things about spring that you don't get in winter,” Wilson said.
“There are also good thing about winter you don't get in spring.”
Wilson sighed. “Name a few.”
“Snow,” House said naming them off on his fingers.
“Snow makes slick roads and car crashes-”
“-Which is really entertaining on the evening news. Hot chocolate-”
“-Hot chocolate can burn your tongue,” Wilson said.
“Which is funny when it doesn't happen to you. Sex in front of a fireplace-”
“-Sex in front of a fireplace...” Wilson stopped. “Okay, I don't have one for that one, and when did you find that great thing about winter out?”
House grinned. “Last year, remember?”
“Ah, yes...Christmas Eve,” Wilson smiled at the memory. “But there's sex in the grass in the spring.”
“Yeah, and bugs in your-”
“-Let's not go there, and you can get burned from being in front of a fireplace.”
House ate some of his sandwich and Wilson went back to his pizza. Wilson was happy that he had won the argument. He rarely won these stupid arguments of theirs, and was quite smug about it.
House leaned over and asked,”How good is sex in the grass?”
Wilson blinked. “I don't know. I've never done it.”
House stood and grabbed Wilson by the arm. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” asked Wilson as he was being dragged to the parking lot.
“A secluded meadow outside of town.”
“But what about work, and my patients! One's having chemo in a hour!”
“Fuck chemo, I'm fucking you in some grass.”
Wilson stopped in his tracks. “I told you spring was better.”
They got in the car and drove off.