This is a one shot I wrote for an FHFF competition (and won!) Anyway, Read. Love. Review!
The Taking of Wilson's Tie.
The tall brunette walked into a crowded bar, all the male eyes in the room were drawn instantly to her.
Well she's all you'd ever want,
She's the kind they'd like to flaunt and take to dinner.
Well she always knows her place.
She's got style, she's got grace, She's a winner.
She smiled coyly around and wiggled her hips as she slowly sauntered through the smoky club. This earned her many an appreciative whistle
She's a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady.
Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine.
A single glance could tell you she was practically flawless
Well she's never in the way
Always something nice to say, Oh what a blessing.
I can leave her on her own
Knowing she's okay alone, and there's no messing.
She's a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She's a lady.
Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine.
Three men instantly offered to pay for her drinks, she smiled and accepted, keeping her eyes averted.
Well she never asks for very much and I don't refuse her.
Always treat her with respect, I never would abuse her.
What she's got is hard to find, and I don't want to lose her
Help me build a mountain from my little pile of clay. Hey, hey, hey.
Sipping at her drink she smiled playfully at a man standing close-by, and received a pat on the behind for her efforts.
Well she knows what I'm about,
She can take what I dish out, and that's not easy,
Well she knows me through and through,
She knows just what to do, and how to please me.
She giggled and blushed, batting her eyelids, she was always treated well here.
She's a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She's a lady.
She ran a light hand over the mans arm, giving his bicep a suggestive squeezed, but declined his offer to dance.
Talkin' about that little lady and the lady is mine.
This wasn't her favourite hang-out, but a man's got to do what a man's got to do, and a woman must do what he can't.
Yeah yeah yeah She's a Lady
Listen to me baby, She's a Lady
She knew how to play the men, they were easy to please, but she always got her way in the end.
Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady
And the Lady is mine
Removing a man's arm from around her shoulders, she walked quickly and obviously across the sweaty dance floor.
Yeah yeah yeah She's a Lady
Talkin about this little lady
Straight into the men's bathroomWhoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa and the lady is mine
Once inside, she removed her skimpy clothing and uncomfortably shoes, swapping them for better ones hidden in a bag in the corner. Last but not least she removed her long brown wig, and finally, she was a he again.
Yeah yeah She's a Lady
James Wilson let out a sigh of relief. Only one more of these nights left before his side of the deal was complete.
And the Lady is mine.
He hated loosing bets to House.