Disclaimer: If they actually belonged to me, this wouldn't be fanfiction, now would it?
Warning: Drabble. Oneshot (part of a series of oneshots I wrote in different fandoms, connected only by the prompt). Slash. Duh.
Utensil Joy
Part Deux
Wilson gnawed absently on his spoon, hardly noticing the lingering taste of the crème brûlée he'd had for dessert, all his attention fixed intently across the table on the fork laden with chocolate mousse that disappeared between waiting lips, slightly parted in anticipation, to return to the air free of its burden, followed by the very tip of a pink tongue that delicately danced over the tines, assuring itself that no trace of chocolate was lost.
A sound, half growl, half sigh, bubbled up from his throat, and the eyes above the fork sought his.
"Did you want a bite?" House inquired, almost pleasantly.
END