ii. meaning

Post— Half-Wit: OMG loved this ep. Chase was hysterical.

Alright, I really, really need your feedback on this one, because the um... context is very new to me.

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It wasn't the usual reaction he displayed, but House absolutely had to laugh. Had to. The picture was priceless.

Tie loosened almost to the point of being undone, top two buttons of his dress shirt open, hair slightly mussed, chest heaving, lips swollen, eyes wide and uncomprehending, Doctor James Wilson did indeed present an amusing picture. That, and the incoherent stuttering was rather endearing. "I- you- uh- what- why- you- in- this- not-" Clearly frustrated at his newfound ability to not form complete sentences, Wilson shrank back- or rather, tried to, but couldn't because he already had his back flat against the elevator wall where House had had him pinned just moments before.

Wilson blinked three times fast and squared his shoulders resolutely. "You... why. Yes. God. Why... did you do... that... uh... exactly?" The jumble of words seemed to suck the remainder of his energy away, House observed wryly, and only grinned in response.

This flustered Wilson even more as he attemptedto smooth down his hair and fix his shirt and tie. "House... god. Damn it." His fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. House continued to grin as he watched him. "Fuck," Wilson growled as a button popped off and skittered out of sight. It was clear. No wonder. He glanced up to see House staring at him. "What the hell was that for?" He bit out.

House smirked. Reached out to touch Wilson's jaw, probing the skin with long fingers. It was already turning red from House's stubble. Wilson shoved his hands away and focused on the tie, jerking it back around his neck with one pull.

"You made the first move," House finally said defensively, hitting the button that would resume the elevator with the end of his cane.

Wilson made a strangled sound. "Wh- What?"

"You asked me if I wanted to go see a movie."

The elevator dinged.

"So?"

House shrugged. "So, isn't that like, a date?"

"Are you serious?" Wilson choked out a laugh. "Did you totally miss the last part that I said about 'with a friend'? And then I pointed at me..."

"Yeah... got that. What's your point?"

"Well- you- just-" Wilson spluttered indignantly. "Friends don't just... corner other friends in elevators and..." He made a vague hand gesture, "Do... that." At that point, the elevator doors opened to reveal a very irritated-looking Cuddy, whose glare followed Wilson as he bolted out of the confined space and returned to House, who shrugged innocently.

"What did you do to him?"

"Oncologists." House lifted his shoulders. "So temperamental." He limped out of the elevator. "Hey Wilson!" He yelled down the hall. "We're still on for tonight, though, right?"

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House grinned triumphantly when the knock came at his door that evening. "Be right there," he called out, and hobbled to the door, opening it without even looking through the peephole.

It was a good thing he'd left his cane by the piano, House's mind told him, because the second the door clicked shut, Wilson turned around and then House was slammed against the door and Wilson's mouth was slanted across his. House took all of two seconds to recover and kissed back until Wilson pulled away, breathing hard, and whispered,

"Ours was never a normal friendship anyway."

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