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evila_elfWow, an update during the daytime!!
I had a bit of time to kill so *drumroll* I typed up the 6th, and final, part of The Present!
I can't believe I finished it...I hardly ever complete multichaptered stories.
Thank you all for the wonderful comments you have given me!
So, enjoy! Previous parts can be found in my memories.
Part 6
Wilson slowly woke. He was warm and content with House’s arms still wrapped around his lower back. He closed his eyes again, feeling House’s breath dance through his hair and the gentle rocking of their combined breathing. He raised his head and watched House a moment before leaning forward and planting his lips against the sleeping doctor’s, watering them with his tongue.
House’s eyelashes fluttered before opening. He blinked several times and Wilson’s dark eyes slowly came into focus. His lips curved upwards into a small smile. “As much as I would love to play the bedroom game of footsies,” he said after giving Wilson a small kiss and glancing towards the nightstand. He felt his lover sigh softly against his chest.
Wilson reached a long arm out and handed the snatched pill bottle to House, then rested his head back against his shoulder. He heard the sharp rattle of the pills...the soft pop as the lid was removed...more rattling as the pills fought to be the first to fall into House’s hand...the clack of the pill against House’s teeth...then the swallow, loud to his ear.
“Comfy?” House’s voice was soft and sarcastic.
“Mmmhmmm.”
“Don’t you have to leave for work soon?”
Wilson cracked open an eye to glance at the clock. He shut it again. “Screw work,” he mumbled into the shoulder.
“Insulting, yet flattering.”
“Trying to dump me for the vibrator already?”
“No. But I warn you. I can’t be held responsible for the actions of my bladder if you continue to lay on it.”
With a groan, Wilson pulled himself off of the older man.
House missed the warmth across his chest and regretted asking the boy wonder to get off. He reached over for Wilson and made an attempt to pull the man back. His hand was swatted away.
“I’ve never liked waterbeds,” Wilson said dryly, freeing himself from a second grab, and getting out of the bed. He walked very stiffly—House gleefully noticed—into the bathroom.
***
Wilson was at work. He was trying his best to concentrate on patient folders and to put out of mind the way House tried to persuade him to stay; by grabbing him and kissing his...Damn it! There he went again! He glanced at the clock again, knowing that House would be arriving any time. Probably not on the motorcycle. If he had to screw him senseless every night to keep him off that death trap, he would gladly do it. He smiled and looked back down at his folders.
Just when Wilson had been able to focus for a record 15 minutes, he heard…singing? He wasn’t sure whether he should laugh, be irritated, or throw a book at his limping lover. The singing got louder and House neared, and passed, his office.
“Because I love Lucy and Lucy Loooves meeee!”
--Fin
Note: I'm not planning on a sequel at this time, but I may make a few Lucy jokes from time to time ;)
I had a bit of time to kill so *drumroll* I typed up the 6th, and final, part of The Present!
I can't believe I finished it...I hardly ever complete multichaptered stories.
Thank you all for the wonderful comments you have given me!
So, enjoy! Previous parts can be found in my memories.
Part 6
Wilson slowly woke. He was warm and content with House’s arms still wrapped around his lower back. He closed his eyes again, feeling House’s breath dance through his hair and the gentle rocking of their combined breathing. He raised his head and watched House a moment before leaning forward and planting his lips against the sleeping doctor’s, watering them with his tongue.
House’s eyelashes fluttered before opening. He blinked several times and Wilson’s dark eyes slowly came into focus. His lips curved upwards into a small smile. “As much as I would love to play the bedroom game of footsies,” he said after giving Wilson a small kiss and glancing towards the nightstand. He felt his lover sigh softly against his chest.
Wilson reached a long arm out and handed the snatched pill bottle to House, then rested his head back against his shoulder. He heard the sharp rattle of the pills...the soft pop as the lid was removed...more rattling as the pills fought to be the first to fall into House’s hand...the clack of the pill against House’s teeth...then the swallow, loud to his ear.
“Comfy?” House’s voice was soft and sarcastic.
“Mmmhmmm.”
“Don’t you have to leave for work soon?”
Wilson cracked open an eye to glance at the clock. He shut it again. “Screw work,” he mumbled into the shoulder.
“Insulting, yet flattering.”
“Trying to dump me for the vibrator already?”
“No. But I warn you. I can’t be held responsible for the actions of my bladder if you continue to lay on it.”
With a groan, Wilson pulled himself off of the older man.
House missed the warmth across his chest and regretted asking the boy wonder to get off. He reached over for Wilson and made an attempt to pull the man back. His hand was swatted away.
“I’ve never liked waterbeds,” Wilson said dryly, freeing himself from a second grab, and getting out of the bed. He walked very stiffly—House gleefully noticed—into the bathroom.
***
Wilson was at work. He was trying his best to concentrate on patient folders and to put out of mind the way House tried to persuade him to stay; by grabbing him and kissing his...Damn it! There he went again! He glanced at the clock again, knowing that House would be arriving any time. Probably not on the motorcycle. If he had to screw him senseless every night to keep him off that death trap, he would gladly do it. He smiled and looked back down at his folders.
Just when Wilson had been able to focus for a record 15 minutes, he heard…singing? He wasn’t sure whether he should laugh, be irritated, or throw a book at his limping lover. The singing got louder and House neared, and passed, his office.
“Because I love Lucy and Lucy Loooves meeee!”
--Fin
Note: I'm not planning on a sequel at this time, but I may make a few Lucy jokes from time to time ;)
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Date: 2006-01-23 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-01-24 11:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-28 06:15 pm (UTC)This painted such a nice picture.. I liked the image of the 2 bodies together moving as one.
Wilson reached a long arm out and handed the snatched pill bottle to House,
The ever attentive boyfriend, it is nice that even tho he HATES the usage he understands it's place in their world.
House missed the warmth across his chest and regretted asking the boy wonder to get off.
I thought he liked the idea of Wilson getting off *ducks*
He was trying his best to concentrate on patient folders and to put out of mind the way House tried to persuade him to stay; by grabbing him and kissing his...Damn it! There he went again!
AWW.. distracted Wilson.. That is cute and very in character for him to dwell and remember happy times.
Nice ending :) thanks for sharing this story :)
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Date: 2006-01-28 07:37 pm (UTC)Oh noes!! My pervy mind missed that line! :P I should have put regretted asking the boy wonder to get off. Of him like I did with one of my other ficcies that painted a pervy picture, hehe :)
thanks for sharing this story :)
And thanks for reading!
*yells loudly* I am no longer a smut writer virgin!! *giggle*
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Date: 2006-01-28 07:41 pm (UTC)congrats :)
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Date: 2006-01-28 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-25 03:20 am (UTC)Awww. Is love. : )