058. Day

Waking

House sighed and tightened his grip around the man in his arms as the first light of day began to creep in through his window. He blinked sleepily and burrowed his face into the back of Wilson's neck, getting an indistinct murmur in response. He knew they'd have to get up soon but he wanted to put off that moment for as long as he could. He felt warm and content and he allowed himself a smile that he buried in Wilson's hair. He even felt as pain free as he ever could though he knew that if he moved that particular illusion would be shattered rather handily.

He wasn't sure what had prompted last night and for now he wasn't going to argue. Since the shooting and the failed Ketamine treatment he'd been honing his reputation as a bastard and aiming for even greater depths. He was actually kind of surprised that he hadn't driven away his team yet though he suspected that the fact that they'd actually been there for the shooting was making them hang in there with gritted teeth and probably very loud obscenities when he wasn't within hearing distance. He didn't take disappointment well and even though he'd known the odds for the treatment were bad, he'd still rather stupidly allowed himself to hope.

Wilson had, not surprisingly, born the brunt of his foul mood since he was about the only person who willingly spent more than five minutes in his presence. Cameron had once been almost as persistent but it seemed that his latest bout of vituperation might just have killed off whatever it was she'd felt for him, much to his relief. Wilson though had stayed and born it all with what even House would admit was truly admirable patience. Oh, he occasionally saw flashes of anger and irritation in the other man's eyes but Wilson had seemed to be waiting for something.

And that something had apparently arrived last night. House couldn't work out what it was that had triggered Wilson's action but he certainly wasn't going to complain about it. He didn't think he'd ever have initiated anything between them but when Wilson leaned over, both anticipation and a hint of fear in his eyes, and kissed him while they were sitting on the sofa watching bad horror movies last night, he wasn't going to reject the man. Not then, not ever, not even if he one day ended up regretting it.

It hadn't stopped with a kiss. Once Wilson realised that he wasn't going to be rejected he'd gone to work on House's shirt, clearly with one aim in mind. House hadn't minded at all and had helped towards that aim in between achieving his own goals, only pausing to relocate them to the bedroom since his sofa wasn't the most comfortable place to be naked, especially with a bad leg. After that he was pretty sure that both of them had achieved what they wanted.

The warm body lying in spooned up tightly in front of him shifted slightly and drew in a deep breath.

"Greg?" Wilson said, his voice slightly gravelly with sleep but House could still hear the tinge of worry in it.

"Yup," House replied lazily as he kissed the back of Wilson's neck then gently bit down.

He grinned at the shudder that ran through Wilson's body and licked where he'd just bitten.

"That answer your question?" he asked smugly.

He could almost feel Wilson's smile.

"Yes, actually," Wilson replied then he carefully shifted around until they were face to face which brought a few other things into contact that House had been manfully ignoring up until now. But now he glanced down between them and grinned.

"You're awake," he said with a leer.

"So are you," Wilson countered, amusement and arousal plain on his face.

"We should do something about that."

"What did you have in mind?"

House gave a smile that danced along the line between evil, a leer and genuine arousal and he rolled them so that he was lying on top of Wilson, ignoring the lance of pain that came as a result of that move.

"I'll think of something," he said before lowering his head to kiss his lover.