Wilson stood up sharply and moved round to Chase. He gently cupped his chin and shone a little light in his eyes.
"You're not high" he murmured, before resting the back of his hand on Chase's forehead "and you're not running a fever either."
"Seriously, House and Cuddy are sleeping together! I...saw them." He visibly shuddered at the memory.
"I don't believe it. Are you sure? Was he not just harassing her again?"
"She had her shirt off."
"Oh."
A silence fell over the two of them before Wilson spoke up.
"I suppose we should go and congratulate them?" he suggested. Chase raised an eyebrow.
"If it's not in a publicly embarrassing way, I don't wanna know." His accent seemed even stronger and he grinned.
Wilson seemed to stop and think for a second.
"Come with me then." Wilson grabbed his coat and left his office. Chase followed him out the room.
"What's the plan then?"
Wilson tapped the side of his nose.
"Seriously? No fair!" Chase blocked his way into the elevator. "Tell me or you're not getting in."
Wilson tried to duck up under his arm, and then sighed dramatically like he was going to give in. Opening his mouth, he sprinted off for the stairs. Chase clenched his jaw in frustration, and pushed the down button to meet Wilson there.
"That was..."
"Extremely hot and dirty and perfect in every way?"
"Pretty much, yeah." Cuddy rested her forehead against House's shoulder. He kissed her hair.
"We should probably go back in. This must be the longest you've ever been away from the hospital; they'll think you've been kidnapped." He grabbed her wrists for dramatic effect and pecked her lips when she raised her head to scowl at him.
"Fine. You wanna head in after about five minutes?"
"I think we can walk in together. They can speculate for a bit. It's not like anyone has any proof of us just yet."
"True. Come on then." She reached back and handed him his belt from where she'd thrown it back. He nodded his thanks and pulled it through the loops. She did up the remaining buttons on her shirt and used the back of her hand to stifle a yawn.
"Did I wear ya out?" House asked with a wink. She raised an eyebrow and then nodded after a hesitant pause. He grinned and then opened his door, stepping out and limping round the front to open hers for her. She blushed at the gesture, and he bowed and put on a posh accent before allowing her to pass with a "Your majesty". He kissed her hand and held it as they walked to the front, dropping it just as they walked in the door.
"OH MY GOD GUYS DID HE DO IT? DID HE ASK YOU? OH MY GOD, CAN I BE BEST MAN? THE HONEYMOON WILL BE SPECTACULAR!" Wilson yelled out across the clinic in a camp voice with such large hand gestures that the small crowd around them didn't know whether to look at the yelling doctor or the ones he was yelling at.
"Bastard." Cuddy and House both muttered under their breath, both with their cheeks tinged slightly pink with embarrassment.
"How does he know?" Cuddy asked House, who for once didn't seem to know the answer.
This is pretty AU, sorry.
See you in a couple of days.
