"House would do Wilson before you'd do Chase!"
They had laughed about it, then, with no idea. Foreman was smart, very smart. But not smart enough to realise how smart he was. He would have been amazed, had he known.
For House had done Wilson long before Cameron had done chase. But unlike their mischevious coupling, done only for the sake of sex, this was an act, not of love, but of something.
It was not loving. There was no whispering, no kissing, no tongues exploring. They knew each other too well for that, and besides, neither would admit to loving the other. It was not ferocious, because that would have caused House pain. It was mechanical, pure and simple. They needed each other, needed to feel each other there, each completely possessed and completely posessing.
And then, the next morning, each awoke in the other's arms. Wilson gave a small smile.
"Hey."
"Hey."
And then Wilson got up, and had a shower, and House rolled over and went back to sleep. He was woken by a strange buzzing which he couldn't quite place, so he strode (as best he could in the mornings with a bum leg) into his bathroom, where Wilson was, Wilson was...
"You blow dry your hair?"
And life went on.