Title: In the Basement
Chapter 3: Lights Out
A/N: Welcome back! Don't forget to review :)
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House stretched. He was getting very bored of the card games and a little tired. He had stopped drinking trying to think clearly on how to proceed with the 'ravish Wilson' part of his plan.
The washing machine stopped and Wilson sprung up to put House's clothes in the dryer. "You're that desperate to get me into clothes?" House said with a smirk. "Usually it's the other way around . . . "
Wilson just gave House a look and said, "Let's do something else, this is getting boring."
He got up and started poking through Greg's boxes. He found many a couple boxes of old magazines and a box of books. He grabbed some magazines and kept searching until he found a chess set.
Wilson set up the pieces and they began to play. While playing chess House noticed that Wilson had stopped staring at him. Even standing up and stretching failed to get a reaction. Maybe I got naked too soon.
Wilson just shook his head . . . inside his head. House was being very suggestive in his actions and dialogue all night. James knew what House was up to, but he wasn't sure what he wanted. He glanced at his friend and thought long and hard.
House and Wilson played several long games of chess. During that time the dryer sounded and Wilson got up. He wordlessly handed Greg his clothing which was put on promptly.
Gregory House felt like something had changed. The mood in the room had shifted and he wanted to get the upper hand again. He sighed.
"Hmm?" Wilson looked up from an old issue of People.
"I'm going to get some sleep now." House lay down and turned his back towards Wilson as he settled into the couch. He had completely given up on anything happening that night and drifted off to sleep.
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House groaned. He stretched a bit and rolled over on the couch, now facing outward. I need to take a Vicodin soon . . . I hope Wilson's asleep. Then he heard what had woken him up. Apparently a thunder storm had started while he was dreaming of . . . House smirked as he thought of his dreams.
As the thunder crackled, House glanced over at Wilson. He was lying on the rug in almost a ball, now reading Us Weekly. When the thunder cracked Wilson would shudder and curl up a bit more. House was just about to open his mouth and be reassuring for once when . . .
The lights went out.
The room was quiet except for the frequent thunder crackling until House felt a hand on his side.
"Greg?"
"Come here, you big baby." Greg replied as he guided James unto the couch with him. Wilson crawled over House and snuggled into his back while wrapping an arm around him. Wilson let out a sigh and wiggled to get more comfy which caused House to threaten cane violence if Wilson didn't stop moving. He stopped moving . . . but only because he'd found the perfect spot.
The last thought in Wilson's head as he drifted off was, 'this is nice . . . '
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A/N: -Grins- Well I knew Wilson wasn't dumb and would notice House was up to something . . . but I'm pretty sure House didn't plan that storm that seems to be working in his favour.