Title: Jealousy
Pairing: House/?
Word Count: 100
Last night he came home and spent hours with me, barely stopping to eat. Everything from Bach to The Boomtown Rats. His hands were on fire as they moved over me. He'd even written a second part to the piece he's been noodling around with as long as we've been together.
I'm glad Wilson doesn't come around anymore. Wilson listens to him, but doesn't really appreciate his talent. He was always trying to get him onto the couch or into the bedroom, always taking him away from me. Now it's just the two of us.
Except for that damned guitar.