Chapter Twenty-One: The Day of Love…and Leg Pain

A/N OMG! No way! Two chapters in the same week?! What the heck is going on?! Nothing. Nothing is going on. Just in time with the Writer's Strike, my writers block finally lifted. I feel a huge urge to write for the first time in a loooong time. Happy Valentine's Day everyone. I hope your day is full of love even if you don't have a lover. (There is always friends and family guys…love is everywhere…) I am also warning you ahead of time…this is gonna get a little explicit. It is a love chapter between House and Wilson so what do you expect? I hope you all enjoy and have a great week!

Kaylin was released the very next week. The new treatment had improved her condition so much that Wilson was convinced she could get home a few days earlier than expected. Having her leave the hospital after staying there for so long was an emotional experience for most the nursing staff that had taken care of her and mostly Wilson. They were all in the clinic to see her off, with hugs, smiles, and little "going away" gifts. Wilson had found out the little girl loved to draw so he got her a kit full of art supplies and a new sketchbook.

Kaylin looked up into the deep chocolate browns of her favourite doctor and gave him a warm, snug hug that was full of life and whispered in his ear, "Thank you Dr. Wilson. I will always remember you." Wilson hugged onto the little girl's body and felt warm inside again. Once the little girl let go, her mother stepped in to give Wilson a hug. Wilson had to hug her too and reassure her that her little girl would be alright about five times before the mother believed it and left the hospital smiling and hand-in-hand with her daughter.

Wilson had to tell someone how he felt, but House was nowhere to be found. He didn't second guess his lover. He was probably at home nursing a New Year's hangover. The smile that wouldn't leave his face no matter what anyone said or did stayed put and then Wilson walked back to the office. He stayed at his desk, catching up on some paperwork from 2007 until he went home early to check up on Ol' Limpy.

(A Month and Thirteen Days Later…Valentine's Day)

House was the first to wake up on the Day of Love…or so it seemed. At first he didn't realize it was a holiday; for it had been a long time since he had a use for Valentine's Day; but he did notice how cold it was. Looking down at his boxers and his bare legs he saw that Wilson had stolen all of the blankets in the middle of the night again. Sighing he grabbed the sheets bunched around Wilson and pulled them over himself. The shivering stopped and he felt Wilson's body heat still on the blanket and smelled his lover's cologne. That was too much for him to handle…he wrapped his arms around Wilson.

Wilson was in the middle of dreaming of something when the surprise hug from nowhere came. He woke up instantly and gasped, but relaxed when he saw it was House's arms and not some psycho trying to kill him. He also smiled. House had found his surprise for him. A single rose was in his hand and House had just brushed his fingers over the petals.

House looked puzzled as he stared onto Wilson's back and then pulled the flower out from under the covers. "A rose? Don't you think I'm a little old to be a bachelor, James?" his voice mumbled into Wilson's ear.

Wilson turned around to face his lover, their hips brushing each others, their heartbeats thumping in their chest in unison, and said, "It's Valentine's Day, Greg. I wanted you to get in the spirit early so it would last all day,"

House blinked in surprise, eyes wide, and mind suddenly wide awake. He had forgotten about another important holiday…this time until the day of! He felt like an idiot for not getting his lover anything and his blazing blues scanned the room. His mind raced Just pick something up at work…yeah…does Wilson like chocolates? Wilson seemed to sense House's awkwardness and then leaned in to give him a long passionate kiss as if to say You didn't need to get me anything. It's just the fact that you are here with me that matters.

House melted in the kiss just like he had all the other times. With the rose still dangling in his fingers he twirled it in between them; as their lips still locked in one long wet kiss after the other. He was no longer worried about getting a present…but more concerned with his escalating leg pain. His heart chose to ignore it as he tucked the rose behind his ear and climbed on top of Wilson.

Wilson moaned at the feeling of having his lover on top of him as was able to whisper, "This early?" House answered by kissing Wilson's neck and then his collarbone. That is all the talking Wilson needed for now…he pulled up House's shirt and tossed it on the floor. House smiled and his eyes flashed full of love as he pulled Wilson's shirt off and onto the floor right on top of House's T-shirt.

House continued by kissing down Wilson's chest and finally reaching his lovers sweatpants where he tugged them off with his teeth. Wilson moaned…already ready for House to do whatever he pleased. House reached up with his hands and pulled down the underwear too…with his lips still resting on his lover's belly button. Wilson couldn't believe what House was gonna do. The most they've done was the whole shebang but nothing below the belt.

Greg looked up into James's eyes, the passion all over his gruff face and went in for it…he put his nervous wet lips on Wilson and started to lick and suck. Wilson's grip on the sheets of the bed got tighter and his eyes shut in the pleasure that rushed through him. House knew what he was doing only from receiving it so many times but he still doubted his abilities. He didn't give up though. One hand stayed where he needed it and the other crawled up the bed to grip onto Wilson's hand. He gave a reassuring squeeze to the man who was overwhelmed with the passion.

Then as fast as it started House stopped. He ran his warm hands down Wilson's cheek and his naked chest. Wilson's eyes opened and stayed half-open with a slight smile on his face. House had to know how he did…he felt a lot like a salesperson trying to sell his services…he didn't want to be rejected. He whispered, "James…how was that? You okay?"

Wilson's eyes opened fully and then he sat up so he was three centimeters from House's face and he moaned, "Greg. You are better than anything I've ever had. I love you." House's heart of ice melted for the umpteenth time with Wilson with him in the same room and he allowed Wilson to overwhelm him with kisses this time.

They switched positions and Wilson started to kiss down House's chest. House suddenly felt very self-conscious of his right bruised thigh. When his boxers came off he stared up at Wilson; who returned the stare. "What's wrong?" the breathless song came from Wilson. House sighed roughly feeling the passion driving him mad, but was able to ask, "Does my scar scare you? I mean…does it…" he looked away from the eye contact.

Instead of continuing the road to absolute bliss, Wilson took House's chin in his hands and made that eye contact again, "No, Greg. It does not disgust me. It makes you who you are and it makes you special." With a sweet smile and a salty kiss House was completely reassured. He allowed Wilson to treat him to the greatest pleasure. They didn't even hear the alarm clock go off that morning. They were too busy celebrating.