Silly little short. My first official House fanfic! Woohoo!
Amber/Wilson for my buddy McKenzie
James Wilson always woke up earlier than anyone he was in bed with. Usually he got up and went about his morning routine. This morning he stopped for a few minutes and starred.
Amber Volakis, who went by a variety of colorful and rather offensive pseudonyms, slept rather…wildly. He had learned this the first time they had shared a bed. She flailed and tossed and turned and muttered and kicked. Once she finally fell fully to sleep she was usually on her stomach, her head turned to one side and her blonde hair sticking to her face rather ridiculously.
Wilson found this endearing and remarkably like someone he had shared a bed with a lot in his life.
Innocently, with no foul intention at all, he kissed Amber on the cheek and moved to get up. But something latched onto his arm and pulled him back.
"Morning sex," Amber muttered, rolling over.
"Wha-" he started, before being forced down for a kiss.
"Consider it breakfast."