A/N: I am a strong supporter of Wilson and Cuddy getting together and "Act Your Age" made me very happy in the Wilson/Cuddy moments department. Enjoy the fic, please review!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Kiss the Girl
"You do wanna march down there and kiss her," House insisted.
"No, I don't!" Wilson replied.
"Yes, you do!" Wilson sighed and stared at his friend for a moment. He shook his head and shrugged, giving up.
"You're right."
"Seriously?"
"No, you're a jerk."
"Night, Wilson."
"Night, House."
Ten steps down the hall he stopped and leaned against the wall. He tried to shake away the remnants of his conversation with House, but one thought continually floated back into his mind: I'm not going to do anything. I'm just gonna walk into her office and I'm gonna kiss her. He tipped his head back and tapped it against the wall over and over, trying to rid his mind of the idea. It didn't help.
He hated House. As annoying as he was, he could read people. And, apparently, he could read his friend the easiest. Wilson did want to march down to Cuddy's office and kiss her, but he couldn't bring himself to move. He was stuck to the wall, staring across the empty hallway, paralyzed by the way that Cuddy dominated his mind.
He clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to think of what House would do in this situation. He closed his eyes and shook that from his mind, because he knew what House would do. He would hire a hooker, which was not very high up on Wilson's list of how to deal with a nonexistent love life.
That was just it, his love life was nonexistent. So many divorces and he was finally having trouble confronting his feelings. He took a deep breath; his mind made up, and pushed away from the wall.
He marched down the hall. He was on autopilot. His inhibitions were screaming from cages in the back of his mind, but he wasn't going to listen. He made it to Cuddy's office and stood at the door. She was just hanging up the phone and she hadn't seen him yet. His mind told him that he could still back out, but he pushed the door open.
"Wilson," she said when she looked up, the confusion registering on her face for a moment then being passed up for a small smile. He walked around her desk, took her hand, and pulled her to her feet.
"What are you…?" she started to ask, but he cut her off by placing his lips against hers in a soft kiss. He pulled away and stepped back, his self restraint finally catching up with him. He gazed at his feet for awhile, then he felt her hand on his cheek. He lifted his head and she smiled at him, and he smiled back.
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"So much energy and drama just trying to find someone who isn't the right person anyway. It just shouldn't be so hard."
"I got tickets to a play."
Cuddy stared at House. Seconds passed with their eyes locked together. She broke the moment with a small laugh and shook her head.
"No, House," she said and walked away. He watched her go, a knowing smirk adorning his face.