HOUSEM.D.FanForever, I love you and your dirty mind. :) I've even got one of my own. (and yes, I did giggle slightly when I wrote about Chase fondling House's thingy)
SavvyKitten, you clearly live up to your savvy reputation.
Scuddyrific I would LOVE to see Lo on the show. I've already got the actress to play her in mind. In my story she's based on Rachael Harris (If you've seen Notes From the Underbelly, she's Cooper, the ONLY reason to bother watching that show. If you've seen Best Week Ever on VH1, she's a frequent commentator. Either way, she totally rocks) PS: I don't ever want to be pregnant, but we can share puppies if you'd like.
nandafm88, tell you're boyfriend to get his ass back home, you have something you need to do to him. And Happy New Year to you too.
Sophie Deutiers, LOL, yeah, Lo has very questionable taste in men. But at least poor Wilson is getting some. :)
Critical Blues, Ah, your review was fornicating confusing, but fornicating awesome!
Now, all, fornicate off and read the next chapter.
Will the Fourth Mrs. Wilson Please Run for your Life
Wilson burst into the office. His rosy cheeks were creased in a smile. "I am a sex god. You are looking at a sex god." His face hurt from grinning.
House looked up, amused. "I'm going to take a wild stab in the dark here and guess that you had sex last night?"
"Lots of sex." Wilson was so proud.
"Your hand must be tired." House grinned.
Wilson glared angrily for a moment. "I'm not...I didn't..."
"So, you and Lo?"
Wilson grinned mischievously. "She's using me for sex."
House frowned. "You? Really?"
"I happen to be a sex god, House."
"So I've heard."
"We were playing Monopoly and then, all of a sudden she asked me to have sex with her. I wasn't even winning."
"And it didn't occur to you to say no?"
"To sex?" Wilson finally plopped down into a chair.
"good point."
"I didn't know the human body could get into those shapes."
"You're naivety is what first drew me to you."
"You're bitterness is what drew me to you," Wilson shot back.
"You should seek help."
"My therapist said I'm beyond help."
"So, when do you think you'll marry this one?"
"It's different this time House. She doesn't need me for anything but sex. There's nothing to rescue her from."
"Maybe she's the one doing the rescuing." It was an offhanded remark that was full of meaning.
Wilson felt afraid of the potential truth or House's words. "It's just sex!" It was all he could think to say.
"Yeah, you mentioned that." House could already tell it was a lot more than just sex.
"It's the new me, House. Jimmy Wilson, stud for hire."
"She paid you?" NOW House was impressed.
"NO!" Wilson was shocked at the suggestion.
"Amateur." House shook his head in disappointment.
"Sex isn't a commodity House. It's a loving bond between two people..."
"Loving bond? Is that what it is, stud for hire?"
"I'm not...it's not..." Damn, he was caught. "It's just sex."
"The loving bond?"
"It's not always a loving bond."
"It is for you."
"Not anymore. I told you, this is the new me."
"The stud for hire?"
"Yeah." Wilson sounded less self assured than he did when he walked into House's office. It had been a bad idea to come here. "How's the Hanukkah thing going for you?"
House smiled. "Evasion. Nice."
"I took a psych class in college."
"That explains why you're so screwed up."
"I'm not screwed up."
"What do you call being friends with me?"
Wilson grimaced. "Pretty screwed up."
"So, you gonna ask her out?"
"Who?"
"The hooker." House had already moved on from Lo to a hotter, at least in his mind, topic.
"Her name is Robin, and we're just friends."
"So, you're 'just friends' with the hot hooker and 'fuck buddies' with the frigid bitch."
"She's not frigid." Wilson protested.
"Well, she is a bitch."
"You only think that because she doesn't like you."
"She doesn't like me because she's a bitch."
"Whatever you say." Wilson wasn't in the mood to argue. He was feeling too high on his own virility.
"Well, since you asked for my advice..."
"I didn't..."
"I think you should forget about Lo and give the hooker..."
"Robin..."
"a call."
"First, I didn't ask for your advice. Second, Robin and I are just friends."
"But she's needy." House pleaded.
"She's not needy. She's been taking care of herself for years."
"But if you marry her, she could stop hooking."
"It's her choice..."
"And as a doctor's wife, she might get custody of her son back."
Wilson winced. It wasn't the first time he'd thought of that. He'd even offered to marry her, a marriage of convenience, to help her get Ami back. She'd turned him down cold, reminded him they were just friends, and that was all they would ever be. "Wanna go get some lunch?"
"You buying?"
"I can't believe you actually asked me that question. When have I ever not bought?"
"It was back in 1998. You were having financial difficulties."
"I was getting divorced."
"Yeah, and you'd forgotten your wallet at whatever nurse's house you were staying at."
The two friends laughed their way down the hallway. House was done pushing the issue of Lo and Robin, and Wilson was certainly not going to bring it up again, so their conversation turned to other things.
