Drabble based shizz
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moose_mcmooseAnyway i wrote some more drabbles just to keep my mind ticking over until I get started on my sick!Wilson fest entries. There are 4 overall.
Title: (I haven't bothered to think of a title so just *insert whatever here*)
Rating: Hmm Pg-13 I reckon.
Characters: House/Wilson
Words: 542 overall
Summary: First drabble contains spoilers for 6x10. Next three are set post-6x10 and second person Wilson POV. Fluff, smut, and a whole load of garlic chicken
“If you die, I’ll be alone”
Manipulation? A joke? Another bold attempt at another guilt trip? But Wilson could see it was something else, something only seen a handful of times even by the man House called his best friend. It was pure fear. It was cold, hard truth. Wilson couldn't process it, not right now. He felt confused and guilty enough as it is. He didn't really know what to say without sounding like a cliché or something that House would detest. But he knew he wasn't going to die, he had House to live for after all.
Admiration
He thinks you can't see him leering at you but it's so obvious with that smile gently curling on his lips. Subtlety was never his strong point. You see him out the corner of your eye; his hand edging ever closer to yours, which lies limply by your side. You can tell he's enjoying this piece of what he thinks are covert activities so you let him think that you're unaware. And when his fingers finally tickle yours, you feign shock and surprise before letting his hand crawl into your open palm. Then you turn your head to see a smile beam across his face.
Devotion
He was already home we you arrived back, his legs outstretched on the coffee table, leaning back half asleep on the couch. The place was an mess even though you had told him to clean some of it up before you got back. You open the freezer and find stacks of boxes on the top shelf, each one diligently labeled. You pull out 'Tuesday's”, flip open the lid and smell inside. Garlic chicken; you love garlic chicken. After heating it up you slide on the sofa next to House who senses are reawakened by the smell of the garlic.
“Oh you got the food.”
You take a huge first chunk of chicken and bite into it. “Yeah. Thank you.” God this tasted good. The fact that House made it for you probably made it taste even better.
Passion
You can't help but worry about your garlic breath although House doesn't seem to mind in the slightest. You hadn't done anything to instigate this, nothing at all. It seems even with garlic breath and unwashed hair you're irresistible. You admire his dexterity as within a mere few seconds he had single-handedly unbuttoned your shirt and gently slid his arm around your upper chest. He pulls you forward, his tongue overlapping and intertwining with yours. He unwraps your shirt from your shoulders before pulling you up and leading you to his bedroom.
You make a note to yourself: Eat garlic chicken more often.
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Date: 03/12/2009 04:48 pm (UTC)Of course he still is-he's Wilson! :P
Lovely!!!
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Date: 03/12/2009 04:53 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting XD
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Date: 03/12/2009 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 03/12/2009 09:00 pm (UTC)Cheers for reading and commenting
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Date: 03/12/2009 08:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 03/12/2009 09:01 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting XD
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Date: 03/12/2009 10:51 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 03/12/2009 11:00 pm (UTC)And cheers for reading and commenting :-D
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Date: 04/12/2009 02:40 pm (UTC)Mmmmmm . . . garlic chicken. Garlic chicken with Wilson -- more mmmmmm! No wonder he got kissed. Maybe you could write a drabble for each of the foods in the freezer?
=)
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Date: 04/12/2009 02:55 pm (UTC)Cheers for reading and commenting XD
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Date: 04/12/2009 06:13 pm (UTC)WOW!!!!
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Date: 04/12/2009 06:25 pm (UTC)And as always...thanks for reading and commenting.
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Date: 04/12/2009 06:47 pm (UTC)