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cutthroatpixie) wrote2008-07-04 03:06 am
cutthroatpixie) wrote2008-07-04 03:06 am
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Two Fics: Recording and Misplaced Sweater Vests
Title: Recording
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: House/Wilson/Amber
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Note: Written forcindy_lou_who8 who said H/W/A and House accidentally barges in on the 2 of them making that sex video.
Title: Misplaced Sweater Vests
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: House/Wilson
Word Count: 1,111
Rating PG-13
Note: Written foroncolgist , who asked for H/W in a very blinky sort of way. =P Also written for this prompt table. Prompt #17: Work It.
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: House/Wilson/Amber
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Note: Written for
cindy_lou_who8 who said H/W/A and House accidentally barges in on the 2 of them making that sex video.Wilson watched as he set up the video recording device on Amber's laptop. He faced it toward where she lay on the couch, and she grinned at him. He returned the grin and joined her on the couch.
'I've never done this before,' Wilson stammered. It was a little thrilling, he'd really never done anything like this, but he was still a tad bit nervous.
Amber laughed a little and grinned devilishly. 'I have,' she said, leaning in for a kiss. Any second thoughts he may have been having vanished as she began to remove his shirt. Soon, he was ridding her of her clothing as well, and the fact that they were being recorded was almost forgotten.
He kissed down her neck, eliciting the noises of pleasure he'd been hoping for. Her hands found their way down his back, stopping momentarily as they slid into the back of his pants. She moved slowly along his sides, tickling him a little, until her hands rested on his zipper.
'Hey, Wilson, you left your- oh. Nice.' Amber and Wilson immediately froze at the sound of House's voice. They hadn't noticed him come in at all, didn't even really know how he got in, for that matter.
Amber groaned. 'Would it hurt you to knock?' She pulled her shirt back on and zipped Wilson's pants up.
House's gaze raised up from where it previously had been as he grinned at her. 'No, but it certainly doesn't hurt not to.'
Wilson sighed, and made his way over to the laptop, which was still recording. He was about to turn it off when Amber and House, simultaneously, stopped him.
'No, leave it on.' They were both sitting, now.
Wilson laughed and walked back over to the couch.
'I've never done this before,' Wilson stammered. It was a little thrilling, he'd really never done anything like this, but he was still a tad bit nervous.
Amber laughed a little and grinned devilishly. 'I have,' she said, leaning in for a kiss. Any second thoughts he may have been having vanished as she began to remove his shirt. Soon, he was ridding her of her clothing as well, and the fact that they were being recorded was almost forgotten.
He kissed down her neck, eliciting the noises of pleasure he'd been hoping for. Her hands found their way down his back, stopping momentarily as they slid into the back of his pants. She moved slowly along his sides, tickling him a little, until her hands rested on his zipper.
'Hey, Wilson, you left your- oh. Nice.' Amber and Wilson immediately froze at the sound of House's voice. They hadn't noticed him come in at all, didn't even really know how he got in, for that matter.
Amber groaned. 'Would it hurt you to knock?' She pulled her shirt back on and zipped Wilson's pants up.
House's gaze raised up from where it previously had been as he grinned at her. 'No, but it certainly doesn't hurt not to.'
Wilson sighed, and made his way over to the laptop, which was still recording. He was about to turn it off when Amber and House, simultaneously, stopped him.
'No, leave it on.' They were both sitting, now.
Wilson laughed and walked back over to the couch.
Title: Misplaced Sweater Vests
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: House/Wilson
Word Count: 1,111
Rating PG-13
Note: Written for
oncolgist , who asked for H/W in a very blinky sort of way. =P Also written for this prompt table. Prompt #17: Work It. The alarm rang, as it did every morning, and House awoke from his slumber, as he did some mornings.
He slapped the off button with a grunt, noting that he was alone in the bed, and lay there for a minute, waiting for himself to fully wake up. That didn't quite work, as he fell asleep again, but half an hour later, he was ready to try again.
He took a shower, didn't shave, and opened his closet. It was at that point that he realised, much to his horror and amusement, that somebody (Wilson) had forgotten (refused) to do his laundry, leaving him with absolutely no pants to wear.
He shrugged, picked up a dirty pair of pants, found them to be satisfactory, and he was about to put them on when he got a most brilliant idea. He opened the closet again, and searched in Wilson's side for a bit before finding a pair of the other man's jeans. He slipped them on, and though they obviously didn't fit him correctly, he felt that really didn't matter, so long as this idea of his had the desired affect on people.
He was going to just grab one of Wilson's t-shirts as well, but he felt a dress shirt might work better, as people would be more likely to notice that the clothes didn't belong to him that way. He picked one at random, and contemplated adding a sweater vest. Shrugging, he decided he might as well. House grabbed the clothes and put them on, laughing at how ridiculous this was.
He finished getting ready and left the room, intending to head off to work after a quick coffee break (and possibly a breakfast stop).
The first person to take note of his off attire was Nurse Brenda. House entered PPTH just as she was walking through the front lobby. She raised an eyebrow, received an innocently confused look in return, rolled her eyes, and walked off, muttering something to herself.
Cuddy accosted him in the elevators, hoping to bully him into clinic duty again, but the second she saw him all thoughts of threats were gone from her mind.
Cuddy looked him up and down once more. 'Are those Wilson's clothes?'
House looked down at the clothing, a look of confusion once again planted on his face. 'Oh my god, they are!' he exclaimed.
'Are you high?' Cuddy asked, looking both concerned and irritated.
House simply patted her on the shoulder and stepped off the elevator, a faint, 'Come back here!' trailing behind him. Literally, Cuddy was right behind him.
'Look,' she said. 'I don't really care why you're wearing those clothes, as long as whatever the reason is doesn't interfere with your ability to go do your clinic duty. You're late to work, and you don't have a case, so I expect you to get down there and start working now.' She stood with her hands on her hips, a stern expression on her face.
'I might have a patient,' he finally said. 'Going to check in with Wilson, he said he might have something for me.' He was lying, but Cuddy seemed to believe him. She left him alone, but only after ordering him to go straight to the clinic if he didn't actually take on a new patient.
House strolled into Wilson's office, fully intent on showing off today's choice of attire, but his greeting was met with a mumbled reply and the scratching of pen on paper.
'Wilson, I said hello,' he scolded. The nerve of him, not properly responding to House's presence. Again, the response was entirely inadequate. Just a murmur and a nod, this time.
'Wilson,' House said once more, loudly and as commanding as he could be. 'Focus one of those eyes of yours on me for a moment.'
That succeeded in getting the attention he wanted, as well as a trademark Wilson eyebrow raise, and even an eye roll, for good measure. 'If you just wanted me to see your outfit, I do believe I've seen it quite a few times already.'
'This is true,' House said. 'But you've never seen it on me, which really is a pity.'
He once again heard the sounds of being ignored ringing through the air, but fortunately, they only lasted a brief moment this time around. 'Did you need something, House?' Wilson was still engaged in whatever it was he was writing, which House thought to be quite rude, but he refrained from mentioning it this time.
'I can think of a few things.' He grinned from ear to ear, a suggestive tone working its way into his voice.
'I'm sure you can.' More of that accursed writing was going on. Clearly, Wilson was failing miserably at even attempting to entertain House.
With an overly dramatic sigh, House bid Wilson farewell, and exited his office.
Later that night, when Wilson got home later, the apartment was completely dark, and totally silent. He'd seen House leave, an hour or so before he did, so he wondered if he was gone, or just sleeping.
He yelped as a pair of arms circled around his shoulders suddenly, and rolled his eyes when he heard House laugh at him. 'Nice to see you, too, Wilson.'
'Shut it. Why is it all dark?'
House shrugged. 'Felt like it.'
Wilson rolled his eyes. 'Sure you did.' Wilson stepped out of House's embrace, and set his briefcase down on the floor. He flipped the light on, and it was then that he noticed House was still wearing his clothes. He laughed and asked, 'Why are you still wearing those?'
House grinned. 'Well, I was kind of hoping you'd take them off me.'
'You are so ridiculously corny. I'll do your laundry later.' Wilson ran his hands up House's sides, under the sweater vest he was wearing. He pulled it up over House's head. Slowly, he began unbuttoning the now revealed shirt, finding it a tad bit funny that he was removing his own clothing from House. Once the shirt was off, Wilson instructed House to removed the pants.
Once the clothing was piled on the floor, Wilson gathered it all up, and walked off.
'Wait... what are you doing?' House, clad only in boxers and socks, followed him down the hall.
'Doing the laundry,' Wilson said, looking at House in a confused sort of way. 'That's what you wanted, right?'
House groaned and went into the bedroom. Wilson grinned and dropped the clothing on the laundry room floor, then went back down the hall to join House.
He slapped the off button with a grunt, noting that he was alone in the bed, and lay there for a minute, waiting for himself to fully wake up. That didn't quite work, as he fell asleep again, but half an hour later, he was ready to try again.
He took a shower, didn't shave, and opened his closet. It was at that point that he realised, much to his horror and amusement, that somebody (Wilson) had forgotten (refused) to do his laundry, leaving him with absolutely no pants to wear.
He shrugged, picked up a dirty pair of pants, found them to be satisfactory, and he was about to put them on when he got a most brilliant idea. He opened the closet again, and searched in Wilson's side for a bit before finding a pair of the other man's jeans. He slipped them on, and though they obviously didn't fit him correctly, he felt that really didn't matter, so long as this idea of his had the desired affect on people.
He was going to just grab one of Wilson's t-shirts as well, but he felt a dress shirt might work better, as people would be more likely to notice that the clothes didn't belong to him that way. He picked one at random, and contemplated adding a sweater vest. Shrugging, he decided he might as well. House grabbed the clothes and put them on, laughing at how ridiculous this was.
He finished getting ready and left the room, intending to head off to work after a quick coffee break (and possibly a breakfast stop).
The first person to take note of his off attire was Nurse Brenda. House entered PPTH just as she was walking through the front lobby. She raised an eyebrow, received an innocently confused look in return, rolled her eyes, and walked off, muttering something to herself.
Cuddy accosted him in the elevators, hoping to bully him into clinic duty again, but the second she saw him all thoughts of threats were gone from her mind.
Cuddy looked him up and down once more. 'Are those Wilson's clothes?'
House looked down at the clothing, a look of confusion once again planted on his face. 'Oh my god, they are!' he exclaimed.
'Are you high?' Cuddy asked, looking both concerned and irritated.
House simply patted her on the shoulder and stepped off the elevator, a faint, 'Come back here!' trailing behind him. Literally, Cuddy was right behind him.
'Look,' she said. 'I don't really care why you're wearing those clothes, as long as whatever the reason is doesn't interfere with your ability to go do your clinic duty. You're late to work, and you don't have a case, so I expect you to get down there and start working now.' She stood with her hands on her hips, a stern expression on her face.
'I might have a patient,' he finally said. 'Going to check in with Wilson, he said he might have something for me.' He was lying, but Cuddy seemed to believe him. She left him alone, but only after ordering him to go straight to the clinic if he didn't actually take on a new patient.
House strolled into Wilson's office, fully intent on showing off today's choice of attire, but his greeting was met with a mumbled reply and the scratching of pen on paper.
'Wilson, I said hello,' he scolded. The nerve of him, not properly responding to House's presence. Again, the response was entirely inadequate. Just a murmur and a nod, this time.
'Wilson,' House said once more, loudly and as commanding as he could be. 'Focus one of those eyes of yours on me for a moment.'
That succeeded in getting the attention he wanted, as well as a trademark Wilson eyebrow raise, and even an eye roll, for good measure. 'If you just wanted me to see your outfit, I do believe I've seen it quite a few times already.'
'This is true,' House said. 'But you've never seen it on me, which really is a pity.'
He once again heard the sounds of being ignored ringing through the air, but fortunately, they only lasted a brief moment this time around. 'Did you need something, House?' Wilson was still engaged in whatever it was he was writing, which House thought to be quite rude, but he refrained from mentioning it this time.
'I can think of a few things.' He grinned from ear to ear, a suggestive tone working its way into his voice.
'I'm sure you can.' More of that accursed writing was going on. Clearly, Wilson was failing miserably at even attempting to entertain House.
With an overly dramatic sigh, House bid Wilson farewell, and exited his office.
Later that night, when Wilson got home later, the apartment was completely dark, and totally silent. He'd seen House leave, an hour or so before he did, so he wondered if he was gone, or just sleeping.
He yelped as a pair of arms circled around his shoulders suddenly, and rolled his eyes when he heard House laugh at him. 'Nice to see you, too, Wilson.'
'Shut it. Why is it all dark?'
House shrugged. 'Felt like it.'
Wilson rolled his eyes. 'Sure you did.' Wilson stepped out of House's embrace, and set his briefcase down on the floor. He flipped the light on, and it was then that he noticed House was still wearing his clothes. He laughed and asked, 'Why are you still wearing those?'
House grinned. 'Well, I was kind of hoping you'd take them off me.'
'You are so ridiculously corny. I'll do your laundry later.' Wilson ran his hands up House's sides, under the sweater vest he was wearing. He pulled it up over House's head. Slowly, he began unbuttoning the now revealed shirt, finding it a tad bit funny that he was removing his own clothing from House. Once the shirt was off, Wilson instructed House to removed the pants.
Once the clothing was piled on the floor, Wilson gathered it all up, and walked off.
'Wait... what are you doing?' House, clad only in boxers and socks, followed him down the hall.
'Doing the laundry,' Wilson said, looking at House in a confused sort of way. 'That's what you wanted, right?'
House groaned and went into the bedroom. Wilson grinned and dropped the clothing on the laundry room floor, then went back down the hall to join House.