Disclaimer: House MD not mine. I know its been a few days. I apologize. I just wasnt sure what I wanted to happen next. This is a small chapter because my stepdad is coming home and will boot me off the computer because he is an ass. Anyways, enjoy, and review!

Wilson eyed the clock on his desk, feeling like 12:30 would never come. He finished all of his paperwork, and submitted to doing clinic duty to kill the time. At 12, Mrs. Hodgeson came in, but that didn't take long. With 20 minutes and counting, Wilson was bored, and anxious.

House was happier than ever because his soap opera ended at 12:30, so he would have a distraction. His mind still played upon the events that occurred earlier, how good the kiss was, how he didn't want to let go. A strong heat filled his entire body, centering on one place in particular. This was going to be a long day.

At exactly 12:30, Wilson bolted from his office, hoping to with pick House up, or meet him part way. Instead, he found House arguing with his ducklings in the conference room.

"Foreman, no matter what the symptoms, IT IS NEVER GOING TO BE LUPUS! God…anyways, do an MRI."

"We already did. Nothing showed up." Cameron quipped.

"Then do brain slices. There has got to be something in his brain. Its what makes sense. Go." He looked up, seeing Wilson at the door, and smiled. "You know what? Why don't you guys take a lunch break? Work on this around 1:30-2." He got up from his chair, and hobbled over to the door.

"Hey you." House smiled, letting Wilson into the room.

"Ready for lunch?" Wilson asked, resisted the urge to push him against the wall, and molest him.

Cameron, Foreman and Chase watched the older men, noticing a difference in how they were acting with each other.

House looked over at his team, confused. "Didn't I tell you to go have lunch? I can make you work if you'd rather." The other 3 bolted from the room, leaving the older men alone.

"How was your morning?" House placed his hand on Wilson's cheek, smiling.

Wilson moved into the touch, returning the smile. "Long as hell. I thought it would never become 12:30. I got so bored, I did some time in the clinic."

House gasped in fake shock. "Poor Wilson. Lunch?"

"Sounds good. I'll pay." Wilson opened the door, holding it open for House, who was standing there in real shock. "You coming?"

"You have never outright offered to pay for lunch before." House hobbled over to Wilson, placing his hand on his for a small moment, before brushing past him into the hallway. They walked to the elevator, waiting for the doors to open. When the doors shut, Wilson pushed House against the wall, kissing him deeply.

House moaned softly, wrapping his arms around him. Wilson slid his hands along House's sides, moving towards the front. Slowly, his hands brushed against something much harder, and House gasped. When the elevator slowed down, Wilson pulled away, and stood beside him.

"There is a first time for everything."