|perhin (perhin) wrote in perhin_fics,|
@ 2008-01-12 09:42:00
|Entry tags:||25fluffyfics, house md, house/wilson, rated g, rated pg, rated pg-13, slash|
25fluffyfics: Prompts 7-10
Title: Prompts 7-10
Summary: Prompts for 25fluffyfics seven through ten.
Wilson had made a stack of pancakes, bacon, eggs (scrambled and un-scrambled), hash browns, and sausage, and by the time he had sat down House had eaten more than half.
“Are you going to save the slave any of your delicious meal he made you?” Wilson asked.
“That's the thing about being a slave,” House said with a mouth full of pancake, “you don't get any.”
Wilson rolled his eyes and grabbed his fork and plate and took what he could, except the times House tried to stab him with his fork. Wilson had taken no time eating his 'half' when he heard water running.
“What are you doing?” Wilson asked.
“Washing dishes, what does it look like?”
“This is a one time thing, slave.” Wilson could only grin.
House sat alone in the booth of the sports bar. He was meeting his blind any minute now and he was getting anxious. He sprayed breath freshener many times in his mouth, downed a few vicodin with beer, and ate some of the jalapeño poppers he had order for him and his date.
After a few minutes of looking for his date, Wilson spotted House in the corner of the bar drinking a beer.
“Hey,” Wilson said sitting down. “What are you doing here?”
“I'm on a blind date, what does it look like?”
“Hey, me, too!” House rolled his eyes.
Then it clicked.
“So, what does my lovely date want for dinner?”
House woke late into the night cold. Wilson had all the blankets and all House had was a pillow. He pulled on the blankets, but they were pulled back. He pulled again and again, but Wilson would not let go in his sleep. House set to prying Wilson's hands off the top sheet, but he'd just clamp onto another space. House rubbed his arms and bounced on the bed. He bounced again, but Wilson was still asleep. He poked and prodded and pulled Wilson's hair, but he wouldn't give up the sheets. Finally, House snuggled up behind Wilson, pulling what sheets were left over on himself.
“Whose idea was this?” House asked. House and Wilson were crammed into the bathtub surrounded by candles.
“Yours, except I insisted on the candles,” Wilson said.
House flicked some water into Wilson's eye and said, “When does the sex happen?”
“I don't know. I've always taken baths with women, not my male lover.” Wilson rolled his eyes.
“How was I supposed to know?”
“I don't know. You want to turn on the shower and fuck? We'd be standing and we wouldn't be as cramped.”
“Standing and sex don't mix well with me, unless you want the cane in the shower.”
“Uh, no thanks. I remember last time.”
House pushed himself on the side of the tub and grabbed a towel. “Come on, we're going to the bedroom.”