Wilson woke suddenly in the middle of the night. Quietly, he watched House's chest raise and fall with each involuntary breath in his sleep. He let his fingers work their way through a patch of House's hair. It was rough, short, and unkempt, yet beautiful. I guess the same could be said for the two's love, for it needed work to look good, but at the end of the day, was all it would ever be.
Wilson let go of the locks and watched House's face. Through his dreams, his eyebrows knitted together and he bit his bottom lip. Wilson observed him, becoming slightly concerned when House began to breathe heavily, moaning.
"Oh, Cuddy! Take me now!"
Sighing, Wilson fell back asleep.