A/N: I'm using prompts from the LiveJournal Community: 13drabbles. These are from the Alpha and Delta set.


He must have had some new found nerve to lean in so slowly, and with such meaning.

To assume, perhaps, that he'd be paralysed by the closeness of those blue eyes. So close, in fact, that he couldn't even look, his gaze dropping to his mouth instead.

And tingling erupts from where that hand touches his face; surreal pleasure running up his neck to the very roots of his hair. His eyes flicker upward again.

Thumb traces his cheek; sincere, deliberate movements.

The air around him folds over onto itself, and he becomes acutely aware of his heart pounding inside his chest.

He watches those eyes closing shut in full anticipation, as House moves to close the distance entirely.

And when it happened, when the pressure and feel of his lips were on his own, Wilson just did what felt right. He let his hands feel their way, as he closed his eyes, and opened his mouth.