045. Cold
Learn To Share
Wilson slowly woke aware that something was wrong. It took a few moments for it to penetrate his sleep-fogged brain that he was cold. Freezing, in fact. He woke up a little further and groaned before propping himself up on one elbow. He looked over at House and tried to decide between irritation and exasperation at the way his lover had cocooned himself in the duvet.
Sleeping with House was interesting. The sex was great…sweaty, fantastic and the best he'd ever had in his life. But actually sleeping with House was…interesting. House seemed to have three basic sleep modes – sprawl, drape and cocoon. The first two Wilson didn't really mind. After all, 'sprawl' involved House doing his best impression of a cat and taking up more space in the bed than Wilson thought was physically possible and since the bed was big enough, that never really did anything more than amuse Wilson. And 'drape' involved House doing a remarkably good impression of a limpet by more or less attaching him to Wilson in as many places as possible which he actually rather liked for many different reasons.
But 'cocoon' drove him up the wall. Thankfully House didn't do it often but since House also insisted on sleeping with one of the bedroom windows open, 'cocoon' could get very uncomfortable in winter.
Wilson shivered as a chilly breeze wafted around the room and he leaned over House with a speculative look in his eyes. Trying to yank the covers away from House right now would simply be an exercise in futility. He knew that from personal experience. It would simply make House curl up even more and hang on to the duvet even tighter. However waking him up wasn't that good an idea either since he tended to get grumpy and would hog the duvet just out of spite.
As he stared down at his sleeping and probably very warm lover, an idea sparked in Wilson's mind and he grinned wickedly. He leaned down further and breathed softly into House's ear, his grin widening when House shivered in his sleep. He did that a few more times then progressed onto licking a stripe along the rim of House's ear. That got him a sleepy mumble and House shifted slightly. Pleased by his success, Wilson took House's earlobe in his mouth and sucked on it for a moment before gently biting down. This time House moaned in his sleep and turned onto his back.
Wilson had been waiting for this and as House moved he deftly unwound the duvet and slid under it, curling up next to House. Given a choice he'd rather encourage House's 'drape' mode. House made an indistinct sound in his sleep then another one of approval as he plastered himself against Wilson. For his part, Wilson encouraged this. He'd been damn cold and House put off heat like a furnace at night. Once House had gotten himself comfortable…all without once waking up…Wilson found that he too was infinitely more comfortable. And no longer cold.