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Wilson jumped when his office door slammed open.
"Alright lover boy!" Gab boasted half heartily, causing on lookers to stop and look worried. Gab pressed her hand to her chest dramatically, leaning heavily on the door frame.
"It is now Five and I'm here, even thou I would 'love' to go home and sleep with a good bottle of slugger, the idea of waking up tomorrow with no waffles chills my very core."
Wilson looked at Gab shocked still, lowering his file. "What... are you talking about?"
Gab lowered her arm, her brow raised. "Its five. Friday?" Wilson still looked blank causing Gab to flinch and roll her hands in the air, trying to make Wilson follow along. "Remember?? You told me last week we had to leave at five in order to be on time foooorrrr??"
Wilson knitted his brows as he thought, his fingers tapping the desk. "For..."
"The Opera you moron!" Gab sighed, slapping her forehead. "You told me last week you got the tickets and the hotel suite as a early Christmas gift and I told you I didn't want to go, but YOU knew full well that I DID want to go so you would feel all manly and mighty and force me along with promises of waffles in bed, remember now??"
Gab watched with a smile at the realization fell over him. His eyes widen and his jaw dropped, soon his hands lifted in shock before his voice gasped, "Thats tonight?!"
"If you want to be detailed, its in two more hours, so lets get going! I still need that hour to sex myself out and what not. Women right?" She chuckled, but Wilson didn't move to get his coat and follow after. Her smile left her lips as he shock his head, his fingers rolling threw his hair.
"Wilson, lets go." She egged on again.
"Oh god, Gab I forgot."
"Hey, I forget crap too, like this morning I forgot I had to tell Foremen our latest case was allergic to meatloaf only to have the guy go into shock when the nurse served him his lunch. You live and learn now lets MOVE." She turned and began to walk but she didn't hear the rushed feet at her wake.
Turning back, she watched Wilson stand behind his desk, his hand covering his mouth. "Wilson, if you dont explain to me why your not skipping your merry little ass down this hallway I'm going to go to your apartment and cut all your pants to 'assless chaps'."
He looked up at her then, his lips pressed. "I'm sorry Gab. I really forgot the Opera was tonight. I can't go."
Her arms drop to her side, her own face showing shock. "What do you mean you can't go? You planned this!"
He bowed his head, rubbing the back of his neck. "I-I know! But something came up and I have to go somewhere tonight. I'll make it up to you I promise."
"Your going over to Gregs arn't you?"
Her eyes narrowed at the guilt that washed over James face. After that night, the Talent Show. Wilson been spending more and more time with Greg, slowly leaving Gab behind. Their lunch dates were all but gone and their nightly visits were slowly melting away like a ice cube in a fire.
Wilson only gave a tender smile before walking over. "Nothing gets past you Gab." He approached her, his hands taking her shoulders. She bowed her head and looked away when he dipped his head to kiss her, letting his lips touch the tip of her head. "Greg got tickets to a monster truck showing tonight, VIP, its the last showing of it. I can book the opera tickets again for next week, their not going anywhere."
Gab only muttered under her breath causing Wilson to frown. But with a grin he tapped his fingers against her chin making her look up to him. "Why dont you take Jessica? Have a girls night out, you haven't spent much time with her lately right? It'll be my treat!"
Gab's body slumped a little into the door frame, her eyes closing a little to the marble floor. "I guess. I haven't abused her as much as I should." Wilson smiled, happy with the new plans. With a nod, he ran his palms along her arms, pulling her close, wrapping his arms around her back. "You'll have fun. I'll call you later to check up on you."
"I'm not five." She muttered into his shoulder, making him chuckle.
"Yeah, I know."
His pager rang making him let her go. Unhocking it from his belt loop, he looked at the number sighing before muttering. "Crap, I'm needing in the ICU. I'm sorry about tonight Gab, I'll make it up to you." With a quick kiss to her cheek, Wilson took his coat from his rack and took off down the hall, leaving her behind.
Watching him walk away, Gab tilted her head back, letting her body slump back. Her face showed nothing, no expression, but her fingers curled into her cane tightly. She may not show it, but she felt it. She needed to leave, she needed to go back home.
She needed to leave before this place killed her...
"I can't."
"Oh come on!"
Gab knocked her head against the glass window she stood before, aiming straight into the now worried looking children. Jessica sighed, reaching up stopping Gab before she cause the children to panic. "I'm on call tonight. I can't leave just for a silly Opera."
"Music Man is NOT silly! Its emotionally and the story line is wonderful and its damn funny to see men looking gay on stage!
Jessica only glared before turning away, making her exit only to have Gab follow quickly. "Call in sick Jess, come on! It'll be a girls night, just me and you, we haven't had one in like two weeks!"
"Well Gab you wanted to go home!" Jessica snapped, turning around, pausing her friend in her steps. "The solution to that puzzle isn't going to fall from the sky like you think it will, you have to dig for it and thats What I've been doing! Sorry if my need to get us back home because you can't stand to be here is butting into our 'girl time' but you need to grow up! You either help me or just leave me alone so I can't figure this out!"
"Jess."
Jessica slumped her shoulders sighing, her thick hair falling over her shoulder. "Gab...I'm sorry. I'm just really stressed out." Looking back over, she gave her a small smile, her brown eyes glowing in guilt. "But I can't go tonight. Let's do something tomorrow kay?"
Gab pressed her lips and gave a little nod, watching her friend nod back before leaving, going back to her work. Gab was left alone again.
"... Great. What now?"
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"Woah! Did you see that?!"
House laughed out, waving his clutched fist in the air as one truck rammed into another, music blaring into his ears. Picking up his drink, he looked over to Wilson grinning, seeing his friend watch with wide eyes, shouting out with every impact.
Looking back, House relaxed in his seat, enjoying the show, the services and delight of having Wilson at his side again.
When it was over, They walked out together laughing, Wilson waved his hands in the air in excitement, his voice booming in his need to recap everything that had fallen before them and House was all but happy to listen and laugh. Reaching the car, House took another bit of his cotton candy, which he got Wilson to buy, before muffling out, "Wanna head back to my place?" Wilson nodded as he unlocked the door. "Yeah, just let me call Gab real quick."
"Awww, isn't that cute. You gonna tell Mommy you're staying the night with me?"
"I'm not staying the night and shut up."
Greg only chuckled slipping into the car, letting Wilson stand outside with his phone.
Greg leaned back inside, taking another mouthful of his candy treat. He should feel bad about tonight, he knew Wilson was suppose to take Gab to the Opera. He knew he shouldn't have busted into Wilsons office earlier that day and showed him the tickets and all but pushed him into agreeing to go. But hey, it was not all his fault. He could of said no, Wilson could of refused and went out with his girlfriend.
Licking his thumb slowly, he looked to his side, seeing Wilsons body standing there still, waiting for his call to be picked up. 'Besides' Greg thought, his eyes narrowing.
'Gab didn't fight for him. So Wilson was all his for the taking.'
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"Don't answer it."
Gab gasped, her back arching from the wrinkled sheets. Her fingers curled in on themselves, just inches away from her singing phone. Sweat covered her bare skin, her hair tossed and spilled along the stain sheets she laid on.
Her body jerked with every thrust, her muscles squeezing, her skin burning. The sounds of skin upon skin, the pants that left her lips and struggled moans couldn't cover the sound of her ringing phone.
"It'll stop." Her guest grunted, his body bearing down on her. Her muscles protested and tightened, her thighs trembling in their need to move, but they were locked, pressing down towards her shoulders by those golden strong shoulders, his hands touching her, tracing her, holding her down. She cried out again, her head turning away from her phone that laid on the floor beside them, dancing in her pants pocket.
The music stopped, but only for a moment before a chime went off. Signaling a voice mail was attached. She looked back towards the edge, towards the area her phone laid only to have her chin grabbed and her face pulled back. Hot air touched her chin as lips hovered above her own. "Pay attention." He huffed, his hips pressing closer, sinking himself deeper into her, making her flinch, one of her hands reaching up, sinking into his hair, pulling him down to a hungry kiss, crushing their teeth together, letting their tongue mix and fight one another for submitting.
Breaking away, he pushed himself back to his knees, his hands steady, holding tight as they snatched up one of Gabs ankles and gripping the back of her knee, he lifted her up a little more, pulling her closer, meeting his thrusts, his grinds, grinning in victory when she cried out, her arms reaching above her head to grab the headboard.
"Dont fight me." He whispered, making her glare up at him weakly. "Shut up." She panted, only to twitch and whimper out, her nails sinking into the board, wanting to break it off. She felt one of her legs be set free, wrapping it around his hips, egging him on. His hand went down, slipping between their bodies to touch her, to rub her, making her voice rip out in a weak moan. Her wet muscles were tightening, milking him, squeezing him, telling him she was close.
"Come for me House." He purred. She shock her head, trying to hold it off but his fingers wouldn't let her. With a curse, her body broke and like a broken dam, the heat that was built up, the pleasure, the need rushed out from her abused body, leaving her drained and whimpering with every pulse.
Chase smiled to himself before letting her go, planting his hands beside her hips,
As soon as her got her breath back, his back muscle tightened and he began to move again, taking his pleasure, taking sweet pride and sick bliss of hearing Gab whimper and protest to his rough movements, following her in his own climax.
Wiping his mouth, Chase looked over at Gab as she reached for her phone, digging it out from her clothing pile. Lowering his wine glass, he rested against the pillows, his body drained, trying to gain back its lost energy. He was surprised to end up where he was.
He was pulling his coat on in the locker room back at the hospital. He planned of calling his wife to find out if she had to work late or not, when a sound stopped him.
Someone was crying.
Normally he would just ignore and leave but something made him follow. Rounding the corner, he stopped shocked to find Gab sitting on one of the wooden benches, her face buried in her faces. Her shoulders trembled, struggling. Chase pressed his lips and told himself to leave her alone. But something inside of him told him not too.
Once she noticed he was there, she looked up at him with her red rimmed blue eyes, her lips a snarl. She barked at him to go away but he only stood there. She looked so pained. She wore the same expression when her thigh 'suit' broke. He didn't know what caused her to cry, he didn't want to know. Pushing his hair back a little, he looked away and offered.
"Wanna go grab a drink?"
Gab sat there silent for a moment, her hands wiping away the traces of tears from her face. With a deep breath, she gave a nod, taking his hand when he offered to help her up. They had made it to the elevators when Gab asked him.
"Do you like musicals?"
One thing lead to another and Chase found himself in a suit sitting next to Gab as they watched 'The Music Man' an opera he wouldn't be caught dead seeing. Not fully understanding why he agreed to come to this performance. As soon as it was done, Gab told him he could go back home to his little wife, saying she had a suite already booked for her. When he asked her why did she book a room by herself when she could just go home, she muttered,
'I wasn't suppose to be alone but James had better things to do then me.'
and with that, she walked away, entering the hotel lobby, leaving him outside watching. He didn't know what possessed him to pick up his phone and call his wife, what made him lie to her and tell her he was out with his friends. He didn't understand why he rushed inside and chased Gab down, taking her arm, stopping her.
He didn't say anything to her and she didn't ask him. They simply looked at each other in silence. A mere moment and Gab simply took his hand in her own and tugged him to follow and together, they entered her suite and together, they went back to their old habits.
"How long before your wife begins to worry?"
Gab question shock him out of his daze. With a shrug, he looked to the night stand sighing at the clock. "A few more hours. How long before your boyfriend starts calling the cops?"
Lifting up her phone, she shock it lightly at him with a smile that held no warmth. "He's staying over at Gregs, wont even know I'm gone til tomorrow night." Tossing the phone back onto her pile of clothes, she sighed. Tucking the sheets more around her, she simply sat, her back to him.
He was risking a lot, but Chase reached over and grabbed the sheet she hugged, pulling her back. She muttered a protest but he was stronger then her. With a few tugs, he tucked her in his arms, letting her rest of his chest. She fought a little, but her empty body gave up and let her go limp in his arms, pillowing her head against his shoulder.
"How about I order room service." He whispered, "Its being charged to his card right? Lets get some more drinks and go for round two."
Lifting her head a little, she rose a brow at him. "How many rounds you planning on getting from me?"
He grinned, "Honestly? I want to see if we can beat our old record."
"...You want to go six times?"
"Better late then never, where is the phone?" She let him go as he reached across, digging up the late night menu.
"What about Cameron?" She asked lightly, sitting up slowly.
Chase paused a little when he touched the hotel phone, his eyes half closed. Picking it up, he hit the room service key, looking over his shoulder to her, giving her a tender smile.
"She wont call the cops in til tomorrow morning. I have plenty of time."