New Beginnings: Very mild but exuberant slash
"That sonofabitch!" thought Wilson, noticing House leaning on the clinic's reception desk/nurse's station where House was quite obviously talking to a well-rounded pair of breasts in a too tight tank top. Their owner probably thought that House was listening raptly to her every word but, Wilson could tell, House was pretty much oblivious to whatever she was saying. And, on the other side of the desk, Foreman, acting quite un-Dean-ish, and Chase, holding a patient file, were watching House with evil grins and snickering to each other.
The whole scenario just pissed Wilson off big time. He was really steamed. "Oh, no you don't!" he thought. "I'm nipping this in the bud right now!"
He practically marched over to the nurse's station and smoothly interposed himself between House and the breast-owner on the pretext of putting a file down on the counter. House limped backwards a couple of steps looking awkward and kind of sheepish; "Maybe a little guilty?" thought Wilson happily.
Without any warning, Wilson reached up and latched onto House's scruffy face with both hands and forcibly drew his head down into a passionate, slow, long and lingering kiss with plenty of tongue-enough to make House moan out loud. When they came up for air, House, with his face still confined by Wilson's hands, looked absolutely stunned, with a big, dopey grin on his face and blue eyes wide and wondering. He immediately put his own hands on Wilson's shoulders and drew him in close for another kiss, just as sensual and lustful as the last one.
"God, get a room!" Foreman muttered under his breath, so only Chase could hear him. But Chase was smiling wide enough to split his face. With merry eyes he shouted, " 'Bout goddamn time!" while the rest of the clinic ground to a shocked standstill.
When the second kiss ended, both men were panting and just staring into each other's eyes. Wilson finally broke away first, leaving House standing there gazing after him as he began to walk away. Wilson picked his patient file back up off of the counter and started off, paused, and turned back around wagging his index finger at House who looked properly chastised and rather breathless.
"Remember!" Wilson scolded. "You're mine, now." He pointed to House's left hand. "That ring means you're my property. I didn't give it to you just for decoration!" With that said, he turned on his heel, secretly smiling to himself, having marked his territory.
Once again, House's face lit up in that same big, dopey grin; reminding himself that it worked both ways. No more perky little young nurses for Wilson anymore either-not with that matching gold band on his finger.