A/N: KILL ME NOW. Garrett forced me to write this while we were chatting on AIM. He was all like, "I need you to actually make up the rest right now on the spot." and the proceeded to force me to write this. I almost didn't. I almost got too shy. I'm still bright red just from the pressure... And probably from my sunburn too... I love everyone who has commented the stuff I have written, and I wish I was as good a writer as people tell me I am. No matter how stupid that sounds. Also I would really really like to apologise for my lack of updating. I kinda have an inspiration shortage. I was trying to write this for months and then G just kinda forced it out of me. Though he loved it, so I suppose I work well under pressure.
Disclaimer: If any of you know my boyfriend, ((talking to you GARRETT... or Emilia if you still read my stories)), do NOT tell him about this site. Because he would NOT like the subject matter I choose to write about. So I'd rather he not know about it.
A/N2: Yes that disclaimer was for your personal well-being, not mine. The makers of House MD can sue me, but I can kick your ass... sort of... as well as any five-eight fourteen year old girl can...
Never Sleep in Your Friend's Office if You Don't Want Them to Kiss you
Lisa Cuddy dropped the folders she had been carrying. She could not believe her eyes. House and Wilson? HOUSE and WILSON!?!
"M-my office. Right... right now!" she stuttered, attempting to regain her composure and failing.
Quickly she turned on her heel and stormed off, hoping they would ignore the urgency of the command and take their time.
Wilson fell backwards onto the couch, thinking about what had just transpired.
"Well don't stop!" House ordered impatiently, staring at his friend with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Jimmy looked at House, unsure of what to do.
"But Cuddy-" He started nervously. Why was he nervous? This was House he was talking to! His best friend! Why should he be nervous to talk to him?
"Since when have you done what Cuddy says?" House interrupted rudely. He grabbed Wilson's shirt and pulled him into another, softer kiss.
"You're the one who doesn't listen to Cuddy! I do what she says most of the time." Wilson was starting to get very uncomfortable. He couldn't think straight- his mind couldn't process what had just happened.
"Yeah, you're Princeton Plainsboro's Golden Boy, I know. But someday you have to get off of your little pedestal and be honest with yourself. Who would you rather piss off right now?"
House was right. Damnit, he was right. House was always right. Jimmy looked at his office door, left wide open, and then turned towards House.
"Cuddy can wait five minutes," He said hesitantly, and threw a pillow from the couch at the door, partially closing it.
