005. Hot
A Long Night
Wilson looked around the crowded ballroom, struggling to keep the disgruntled expression off his face as he sipped at his glass of champagne. He hated these damn fundraisers as much as House but unfortunately he didn't have the acerbic personality to use as a fallback position to get out of them. Cuddy usually allowed House to whine his way out of these things because she didn't want him offending the donors. He just wished he could do the same things.
He took another sip of his champagne and smothered a smirk. At least tonight House would be joining him in his misery for once. One of the donors was one of his former patients and Cuddy had insisted House had to be there…to review his handiwork were her words. House had scowled and pouted and sulked and snarked but Cuddy had held firm for once and House had been forced to give in.
Now he just wished the man would get here because tonight would surely be more interesting with House around. Probably a lot more exasperating and he'd no doubt have to mollify an inordinate amount of donors after House had insulted them but even that was always kind of fun in its own unique way.
Wilson glanced around the room again, his eyes coming back to the doors just as they opened and House limped in. Wilson's jaw sagged for a moment before he got himself back under control. House looked…hot. Now he'd seen House in a tuxedo before; the poker night being the most recent example but he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen House in a tux with a clean-shaven face. Well…actually he could remember when he'd last seen House clean-shaven and in a tux but that was at his second wedding when House had been his best man and long before he'd worked out that what he felt for House went way beyond friendship. So perhaps the best way to put it was that this was the first time he'd seen his lover clean-shaven and in a tux.
All of a sudden Wilson knew that this was going to be a very long night.