050. Writer's Choice – Sun

Holiday

The sudden slight coolness as a shadow blocked the sun caused House to open his eyes. Wilson was standing next to the towel he was lying on, glistening with water and grinning happily. He dropped down onto the towel next to House's and ran a hand through his water-soaked hair.

"You should come into the water," Wilson said enthusiastically. "It's great."

House snorted; it was becoming increasingly hard to keep his attitude in its normal 'bastard' setting, particularly when he was confronted with a nearly naked Wilson, wet from a swim in the ocean and looking happy and relaxed.

"I got enough entertainment value making here," House snarked, though both of them could tell his heart wasn't really in it. "Sand doesn't really agree with me much anymore."

"I'd help," Wilson protested lightly. "You'd like it in there. The water's warm."

House grunted. "Maybe later."

He shifted slightly and propped himself up on one elbow, looking around before looking back at Wilson. The beach they were on was deserted and well it should be. It was a private beach, set aside for the use of occupants of the house they were staying in. House didn't know what strings Wilson had pulled to find and rent this place but he wasn't arguing…much. The last year had been stressful even by his books. Between the debacle with Stacy, Foreman getting sick and him getting shot, even he had agreed when Wilson and Cuddy suggested he needed a holiday.

Admittedly he hadn't expected this when Wilson had told him he'd found the perfect place. He'd left the planning in Wilson's hands because he'd had enough on his plate with recovering from the shooting and dealing with the patients his team had found…not to mention dealing with his team who had decided, for reasons that were beyond him right now, to become somewhat protective. It was annoying to say the least.

An island paradise hadn't exactly been high on his list of holiday destinations but they'd been here four days now and he had to admit Wilson had made the right choice. He felt truly relaxed for the first time in god only knows how many years. He was sleeping a lot but at the stage he was at in his recovery, it was to be expected. The…exercise he was getting was helping as well.

He had limped into the house to find that while it was luxuriously appointed, it only had one bedroom and one rather large bed. He'd turned and raised an eyebrow at Wilson and had received an intent look in return. Wilson, it seemed, had made a few decisions while he'd been unconscious after the shooting and House couldn't find it in himself to disagree. He had moments of doubt when he wondered whether this…thing between them would last past getting back to New Jersey but he was surprised to find that he was willing to find out.

"Penny for your thoughts," Wilson said breaking into his internal musings.

House blinked and saw that his lover was watching him with tolerant amusement.

"This was a good idea," he said abruptly.

Wilson looked startled for a moment. "Really?"

House smiled slowly. "Yeah."

Wilson beamed then leaned over and kissed him briefly. "Good. Now, are you coming into the water?"

House snorted and turned his face into the sun momentarily. "Yeah. Why not?"