Dark Stormy Night
Summary: What would of happen if Wilson would come knocking on House's door, demanding for more? OOC
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it would be mine. we would already rule the world! Muahahahahaha! (Yes... I am patethic)
Special thanks: To Mia, who rewrote this stroy on her computer (she as well types faster than me (who doesn't...)) and to her best sister Masha (also my good friend) who corrected our poor knowledge of comma use. (Yeah... We're not the smartest ;))
It was dark, stormy Friday night and House was sitting alone, drinking scotch, when suddenly he heard a knock on his door. He knew that knock. It was hid closest friend (not to be mistaken, it was Wilson). He stood up and went to open the door. He let (guess who… yes, of course) Wilson in and took a few steps back. They greeted each other and Wilson looked nervously at the floor while he ran his hand through his hair and closed his eyes. House said:
"What's wrong, Wilson?"
Wilson looked at him surprised, he wasn't used for his friend to be so … nice. He thought he heard worry in his voice, but he quickly convinced himself that that was just his imagination talking. He, once again, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and when he opened them again, he looked determined. He said:
"I want more, House. I want for us to be more than just friends. I want us to grow old together. Damn it House! I want you."
He took a few steps backward like he was expecting House to laugh at him, maybe yell and punch, or even worse, just leave. But he wasn't expecting what was about to happen next.
House for once listened to his heart, not his head and it only took another second for him to step a step forward, to pull Wilson closer to him by putting one of his hands on Wilson's hip and another one on the back of his head. He crashed his lips on Wilson's and pulled him into a deep kiss. Wilson was so surprised that he didn't open his mouth for him, but that mistake was quickly corrected.
After a few moments Wilson broke of the kiss. He looked away, slightly embarrassed, and said:
"Hmmm… That was certainly… different."
House just nodded, still breathless from intensity of the kiss. They sat on a couch and Wilson cuddled to House and said:
"We must talk. Where does that leads us?"
House smirked and said:
"Today, hopefully, to my bed."
Wilson always loved House's sense of humor, so he just smiled and kissed him softly.