047. Heart
Heartbeat
House sighed with a content that he hadn't felt in years. He was naked and lying half-sprawled over an equally naked Wilson with his bad leg draped over the younger man's legs and his ear pressed to Wilson's chest, listening to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat. He shifted slightly and smiled as Wilson responded by tightening his arms around him then started running a hand through his hair. He made an oddly cat-like sound of pleasure and sighed again, his eyes drifting closed.
"Do you need your Vicodin?" Wilson murmured into the quiet.
"Hmmr…nope," House slurred, halfway between waking and sleep.
"You sure?" Wilson pressed, still running his hand through House's hair.
House made a sleepy noise of amusement. "Can't believe you're asking me that," he murmured.
Wilson chuckled softly. "I know but I also know how impossible you'll be if you don't take one when you actually do need one."
"'M fine," House mumbled. "Feel good. Don't stop."
Wilson smiled and kept running his hand through House's hair. "I won't."
House hummed again. "Keeping you."
"Really?" Wilson said, feeling a warm pleasure rush through him. "That's good to hear. Feeling's mutual, you know?"
"Hmmm," House said, all but asleep. "Good."
Wilson waited until House's breathing evened out and his body went limp then he pressed a kiss into House's hair and whispered, "Love you."