I Don't want the World to See Me

These are addicting :D

Title: Breathe
Prompt: dark_wilson #4--Drowning
Rating: PG
Warning/spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own. *sad face*
Word Count: 100 exactly

( Breathe )

For patterns_rhyme

( Exhaustion )

Because me_likee strongly insisted, here are 2 new drabbles:

This first one came about when I was talking to michelleann68 about the different ways that House and Wilson would likely kiss on the show. This popped into my head and I had to run and write it down:


Dare

House walked into the conference room to find Chase staring at a crossword. He plopped himself down at his desk. “Chase, make me coffee.”

“Bite me.”

“I bet you can’t beat your old record.”

“You’re right. Can’t.” He mumbled around the pencil.

“Dare you to try.”

“Dare you to kiss Wilson,” he shot back, not looking up.

House grabbed his phone, speed-dialing one. “Emergency!”

Wilson hurried in seconds later. “What...” As he stood before House, he found himself yanked forward, a tongue in his mouth.

“I never lose a dare.”

Without a word, Chase got up to make the coffee.
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This second one--I was driving to work and a lyric caught my attention. I almost ran off the side of the road in an attempt to scribble it down on a piece of paper (I really need to attach a sticky pad to the steering wheel).

Don’t fear the Reaper

Wilson is surrounded by death; it’s all around him. Even when not at work, it lingers, like an unpleasant aroma in a cramped elevator. There’s no escaping. Yet still he has no fear, like an invincible child. Three divorces and over a decade of unexpressed love—failure is far worse than death.

No. James Wilson does not fear death, not when he sees the truck run a red light. Not even when he wakes up to find House crying beside his bed...

So when he slowly closes his tired eyes and the crying turns into gasping sobs, he is unafraid.

craving_house's challenge: A H/W one that involves Wilson buying House, or the other way around.

100 Word Drabble:
“Sold, James Wilson!”

Cuddy leaned over, whispering, “I can’t believe you spent $1,000 for him!”

“My life would be a living Hell if I let that old lady win. Besides, he saved me from that giggly thing in the third row.”

***

Wilson shoved House down on the bed, attacking his lips and clothes with teeth and fingers, respectively. He spread out on top of him, warm skin against his, rolling his hips, two moans of pleasure. So close...

The clock dinged midnight and House eagerly flipped Wilson over. “My turn. Let’s see if you were worth the $1,500 I spent!”

finding_jay's challenge: House walking in on Wilson wearing a dress and heels

My 100 Word Drabble :)
House, home early from work, was a man on a mission. A mission to find Wilson as fast as possible. Not even closed doors stood in his way. He flung open the bathroom door and...stared.

Wilson tried to look casual…as casual as one could wearing a flower-print dress and bright red high heels.

“What the...” House interrupted himself, giggling. “Why?”

“Doesn’t a closed door mean anything?” Wilson sighed, irritated. “Putting on a play for the children. Blame Cuddy.”

“Blame her? I want to kiss her! Where’s my camera?”

Wilson hitched up his dress and ran to stop him.


Hard to do in only 100 words lol!