"That's not funny!"
Wilson pushed away roaming hands and jumped off the bed, hastily rebuttoning his shirt.
House quirked an eyebrow, propping his head up on one arm. "Come back." He whined.
"It's not funny."
"It's kinda funny." House reached out for Wilson. "Don't be a girl." He directed.
"I'm not being a girl. I just want some respect. Is that so much to ask?"
"No."
"Alright."
They resumed positions, House paying special attention to the skin of Wilson's neck.
"I just said," House said, running his hand under Wilson's shirt. "That you might have gained a little weight."
"House!"