Hi guys, I'm so sorry this took so long, I'm really not proud of myself...But I honnestly had big doubts abut this chapter...Cause this is where the plot for the next chaptersenfolds and I couldn't decide if it was realisticenough...but I decided to post it at last and I'll follow with the original plan, even if I lose all my readers and only my friends still read it (salut Catherine? Ça va? Pas trop traumatisée? lol)...So anyway, here we go...I hope you like it!


"Honestly, Wilson, I thought better of you."

There were sitting in Cuddy's office, looking like repentant schoolboys who had been caught doing some mischief. Well, Wilson looked repentant. House just pretended to be asleep, head thrown back against the back of the chair, letting out a loud fake snore once in a while.

"House, I'm not surprised at all by this less than acceptable behavior, but you, Doctor Wilson…I have to say, I'm quite disappointed with you."

House abandoned his fake sleeping and turned towards Wilson with a false scowl on his face. He put his hands on his hips and frowned. "Yes, Jimmy. What's happening with you? Since you met those new friends, you've changed so much…you used to be such a good boy", he said, shaking his head in mock-desperation.

Wilson grimaced at his friend.

"Now, honey, don't do that. One day, the wind will turn and your face will stay that way forever", he warned, just like an old superstitious grandmother would. Then he abandoned his character and said in a low voice, but still not low enough for Cuddy not to hear, "And we wouldn't want that, now, would we?" , his smoldering blue eyes fixed on Wilson's brown ones. Wilson gulped. Suddenly, the room felt way too hot.

Cuddy, who had been unwillingly subjected to the whole scene, smiled slightly. "Now, don't get me wrong. As a friend" she ignored House's cough at that "I couldn't be happier for the two of you. With a bit of luck, maybe you" she pointed at House and glared at his brilliant-too-innocent-to-be-true smile "will be a little bit less miserable and, in consequence, make MY life a little less difficult."

She turned towards Wilson, "If you could manage that, I would be immensely grateful" she said in a tone that announced she didn't completely believe if such a thing could be possible.

Cuddy straightened and looked at the both of them seriously. "As your boss, I have to warn you against the dangers of such a" she stopped to think for a moment "relationship. If things turned out badly – and they almost always do – you'll still have to work together."

While House rolled his eyes at the warning, Wilson frowned a bit. Wasn't it a bit fast? After all, they'd only spent one – though amazing and extremely pleasurable – short night together, and already their relationship was a matter of hospital business.

"I would also ask that you don't engage in any more physical activities on Hospital grounds. Surely you can find a more appropriate place for that" she warned, but her serious and chiding tone losing some of its effect as she blushed a bright scarlet, obviously recalling the situation in which she had found them.

"Now, I'm giving you the morning off so you can change clothes and maybe shower a little." She gave their disheveled hair and rumpled clothes a pointed look. "I'll expect you both back for one o'clock. And House," she smiled nastily, "I'll be waiting for you at the clinic."

They both nodded – though House's nod lacked some conviction – and headed for the door. As they reached the door, Cuddy spoke again. "Oh, and Wilson?" They turned around to face her. She was smirking wickedly. "I believe this is yours." And she threw his rumpled tie at him. "I found it in the cafeteria. Next time, try not to leave your clothes all around." And she winked at him and turned her back to them, obviously dismissing them.

Wilson looked at his tie in his hand. He could feel his cheeks burning; they would probably be brick red. In a few seconds, he was out the door, standing in the bright corridor, facing House.

He realized that, since their rather abrupt waking up this morning, they had not exchanged a single word about what their night together might mean. For all Wilson knew, maybe Cuddy's concerns were completely unfounded and it was only a one night adventure between two best friends. It wouldn't be a first in history.

While Wilson was racking his brain to find something pertinent to say, House turned and started to walk away without even a nod in Wilson's direction.

"Hey! What…where're you going?" he exclaimed at House's back.

House stopped and turned around, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Well, I'm listening to Cuddy and going back home to take a shower. I don't know, but our night's activities have left me feeling quite…dirty" he said, eyebrow raised. Wilson blushed. It was really cute, that boyish kind of reaction to House's taunts.

"But," Wilson paused, "don't you…won't you invite me to come with you?" he asked in a tone that aimed for casual but sounded more like nervous adolescent stuttering.

House crossed his arms before his chest and raised an eyebrow. "Well, I would, but won't your wife worry if you don't come home for two days in a row?"

Wilson paused. "Oh, yes…my wife" he said, as if recalling for the first time that he indeed had a wife waiting for him at home, a wife who had probably been worrying sick all night. Which was indeed the case. The whole night had gone without him even sparing a thought for his wife; he had been – and would probably still be if House hadn't mentioned her – too taken by the other man to spend even a second dwelling on her.

"Yes, your wife," House said, taking a step back towards Wilson. He stared at him straight in the eye, and Wilson had no way – nor will – to escape his lover's ocean blue gaze. "Will you tell her that you had sex with your male best friend? Will you tell her that it was incredibly good and that you want nothing more than to do it again?" Each question was accompanied with a step forward, and they were now almost nose to nose. "Will you tell her about us?" House cocked his head, obviously waiting for an answer.

Wilson broke the eye contact and stared at the wall beside them. "Yes. Yes, of course I will," he assured, still evading the other man's searching gaze.

A hand grabbing his chin forced him to look back into those intent blue eyes. "Good", House said firmly. "Because I can't go too long without sex." At Wilson's uncomprehending look, House continued. "And as long as you're sleeping in the same bed as that woman who wrongly wears the title of your wife, you and I will stay so chaste even the most Republican Texan cowboy would be pleased." He gently brushed Wilson's cheeks with the back of his hands, denying his strong words. "If you want to have me, Jimmy, you'll have me. But only me." He leaned closer, speaking softly in his hear, "I want to be the only one to see your face open and so beautiful in the throes of the pleasure that I will give you."

Wilson shivered. Who could resist such a beautiful voice saying such delicious things? It was like liquid sex, gliding down his spine, setting all his nerves on fire. "Yes," he said a little breathlessly, "Yes."

House abruptly drew back and smirked. "Well, I'm glad we straightened that up. I'm off. See you tomorrow."

Wilson watched House's retreating back as he limped towards the entrance. He shook his head, trying to clear the haze House's presence and words had created in his head. He then noticed that many nurses and hospital's employees were looking at him strangely. He blushed and started towards his office, to gather his things and then leave for home. That was a conversation he really was not looking forward to have with his wife.


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