Title: Our Private Lives

Author: Emo Barbie

Rating: T

Pairing{s}: House/Wilson, Foreman/Chase

Summary: Shorts and drabbles of the private, and not so private lives of Wilson, House, Chase and Foreman. {May have more pairings, later on but I doubt it}

Extra: These are just shorts inspired by episodes of House that I watched, along with a few other things. Please if you read this, review! It's the only thing that keeps me writing.

I also realize that I'm not the greatest when it comes to writing but please, no flaming, I'm human after all and we all make mistakes.

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This short:

Title: Never Spoken

Pairing: House/Wilson

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Never Spoken

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It had been one of those things, House was in such a depression he had to rid his mind of it somehow, so when Wilson was the only exit, he took it...

They never really talked about it afterwards, they didn't even talk during, it had just been a thing, pinning and grasping, hands roaming under a once ironed shirt, while a now wrinkled suit top was thrown to the floor. It was an instant, one minute pinned to the wall, the next pressed into the bed, both shirts removed, his tie thrown astray, and his hair tussled from roaming hands, that were now on his pants buckle. There were the brief whispers of House's name, but other then that, there was nothing, silence, only to be broken by the gasps and groans coming from the younger male as the older explored further. It was harsh yet gentle, rough yet soft, and when it ended, both males spend, they laid sprawled on one side of the bed, the older doctor draped over the younger, to tired to push himself away. And that was how they found themselves in the morning as well, however in the light of the morning, the daze gone from both of them, everything seemed to settle in, everything finally crashing and burning as they got up and dressed, neither speaking a word to the other, until finally Wilson was at the front door, hand resting on the door as House appeared from the back room. "I'm sorry..." Was the only words the elder spoke before he turned and made his way into the kitchen, leaving Wilson to stare at the wall before finally leaving....and they never spoke of it again.

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Thank you read taking the time out to read this ^_^