Chapter 7- A kiss in the dark

After dinner Katrina was exhausted, the pain in her ankle had subsided but it had gone numb from the now melted ice. Wilson collected up the plates and took them into the kitchen to wash up.

House sat watching the T.V but every few minutes glancing in Katrina's direction, she was too busy to notice and after a while started feeling drowsy.

Wilson had sat back down and felt a sinking head against his shoulder, he looked down and saw the sleeping head of Katrina quietly resting there breathing softly. He smiled to himself and left her silently dreaming.

"You're gonna have to wake her up at one point Wilson" House said looking at the T.V

"Just leave her for now; she's had an exhausting day…"

Katrina snuggled up to his chest and let out a brief sigh, which cut Wilson off from the rest of his speech. He just smiled and put an arm round the sleeping figure.

Unable to take anymore jealously which was bubbling up inside him House got up from the sofa and informed Wilson he was going to bed.

The sound of House's cane echoed off the floor as he walked into his bedroom. The pain had started again but this time it wasn't from his leg. He hadn't felt pain like this since Stacey had left him. How could a woman do this to him? Not again. It didn't help that he kept replaying scenes of this afternoon in his mind. The smell of her hair, the faraway look she got in her eyes when she was content, the silence they shared. Then he thought of the sandwich bar. Why him? What did he do to deserve emotional pain as well as physical right now? He got into bed and fell into a restless sleep.

Wilson got up and turned off the T.V, the figure of Katrina was still curled up on the sofa, she moved again and suddenly woke up to find Wilson standing looking at her.

"Hey, James" she whispered. "Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes, you did. But I think its best you stayed here tonight."

"But I've stolen your bed, and where am I going to sleep?"

"There are two sofas I'll sleep on the other one"

"You've got to be kidding me!" Katrina said her voice raising "It's a two seater; there is no way you'll get to sleep on that!"

"No, seriously. It'll be fine"

Katrina got up off the sofa and walked towards him, the smell of Chinese lingered in the air. The clip had fallen out of her hair while she was sleeping and her hair was slightly wild after her nap. Katrina's blue eyes seemed to sparkle among the darkness, which filled the apartment. Both their breathing became shallower as they inched closer together. Katrina suddenly became aware of the pain in her ankle coming back to her but ignored it, she felt unsure of what she was doing, but it was like the more confident version of herself had taken over.

Wilson knew what he wanted. He had wanted to kiss her for years but he had always held back, but tonight was the night.

He leaned his head in towards hers and their lips connected, Katrina's arms came and rested round Wilson's neck, her wrists brushing past each other. Wilson's hands at first were placed on her back but slid down towards her waist but no further even if he wanted to.

She pulled away feeling guilt,

"But why?"

She had wanted Wilson for years- ever since she'd met him. But House's face appeared in her mind- "I love House like a friend" she kept telling herself, "You've wanted to kiss James since…forever!" But the confidence took over again and Katrina kissed Wilson, but it was more meaningful. Her tongue brushed lightly against his, butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Was she prepared to go all the way with him?

"No" she scolded herself. "This is House's apartment." But it was hard to resist as Wilson's hands worked his way further down the fabric of her skirt. This is where she stopped him.

"No Wilson, not here"

He stood back and looked at her, his eyes pleading to her, but she wouldn't break down.

"Let's get some sleep, otherwise the good doctor will be grumpy in the morning" Katrina teased.

"I thought you'd never ask" Wilson said playfully, she looked back at him and smiled

"Not that kind of sleep." She stopped remembering that her pyjamas were at the hotel. "Have you got anything I can wear to bed?" she pleaded.

Wilson walked over to his pile of clothes and took a plain blue t-shirt and a pair of shorts and handed it to Katrina. She smiled gratefully and entered the bathroom to change out of her clothes.

While Katrina was in the bathroom Wilson had brought out his duvet and laid it across the three seated couch and grabbed two extra pillows and placed them at either end. Then he then got ready for bed himself and settled himself under the covers waiting for Katrina.

She came out the bathroom and saw him lying under the duvet smiling at her, she grinned back.

"So we're going top and tail then?"

"Yes, there should be enough room for the both of us"

"Stop hogging the duvet then and let me on" she stretched out on the couch and saw Wilson was wearing socks. "Do your feet smell that bad?" she teased.

"Leave my feet out of this" he replied leaning forward. "The clothes okay?"

"They're fine, a little big but they'll do" Katrina also leant forward and he kissed her again.

"I could never get tired of this" he said, she gave him the all-knowing look. But after ten minutes they settled down together and fell asleep.