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HMDFanFic:Flowers, for me? [GH/JW] Part II

Title: Flowers, for me?

Part: [ 1 ] | [ 2 ]
Author: cs_whitewolf

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Rating(s): PG/13-Rated.

Pairing(s): Gregory House/ James Wilson.

Word Count: 1583.

Summary: Wilson brings House his flowers…

A/N: (Unbetad) Again, my apologies if any of the characters have been butchered! Thanks also to everyone who reviewed the first part, I hope this lives up to any expectations (…you kept them low, right?) :D


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Flowers, for me? 

Wilson gave a long-suffering sigh as House shot him another one of his hint-hint-nudge-nudge looks over an extravagant bunch of flowers he just happened to be standing beside, a large grin plastered across his face as he waited for Wilson to give in and purchase him a bouquet from the gift shop.


It was the fifth time this week House had tried the puppy-dog eyes in a bid to win his time off clinic duty, and if Wilson hadn’t found the whole situation bizarrely amusing he would have cuffed House upside the head at the beginning and let that be the end of it. But he hadn’t, and somehow he supposed that meant he’d be forced to give in eventually. House would be simply unbearable if Wilson refused to buy him flowers by the end of the day and he lost the bet with the ducklings as a result.

Then again, the look on his face at losing would be priceless…

“Forget it.” Wilson laughed, brushing past House without a second glance and heading towards the clinic with a smile tugging at his lips.

“Aw, come on Jimmy!” House hurried to catch up with him, batting at his ankles with his cane in a bid to slow him down and grinning proudly at Wilson’s wince of pain.

“What’s a guy supposed to think when you won’t buy him flowers?”

“Most guys would get the hint.” Wilson glared at him, stopping a moment to rub at his ankle, his brow wrinkling sure in the knowledge that there would be a rather large purpling bruise decorating the area soon.

“Nah,” House shook his head, still smiling. “You’re just teasing me in the hopes that I’ll put out for the flowers,” He said, leaning on his cane and watching Wilson slyly. “You dirty minx you.” House added with a smirk.

Wilson straightened, closing his eyes and raising his hands in a hopeless gesture.

“Well you’ve clearly got it all rationalised out,” He began, “I’m just prolonging the moment to make the receiving that much sweeter.” Wilson shook his head at House who grinned back at him.

“Knew you had it in you, Jimmy.” House said. “Just make sure you’re in my office by five with my flowers, I can definitely guarantee an audience before we finish up for the weekend then.”

“That’s assuming I am actually going to follow through with this.”

House shot him a wounded look, “If this is about the putting out part you know I will if I have to.” He said in all seriousness, watching as Wilson’s lips twitched.

“Yes, because you really are that cheap and easy.” Wilson laughed, turning away and waving at House from over his shoulder as he continued on his way to the clinic without another word.

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When the day finally rolled round and down to a close, House had begun to appear a little edgy. He had a niggling worry that Wilson wouldn’t buy him flowers after all and it left a soured taste in his mouth to think that Wilson would take the clinic hours over a kiss with him… well, that and the looks of smugness coming from Forman and Chase were beginning to grate on his nerves; only he was allowed to pull of the smug look after all.

It was small comfort however to see that Cameron was looking almost as disappointed as he felt, though her displeasure could also be attributed to the fact that House had exposed yet another cheating couple whom Cameron had thought to be completely devoted to one another. Yeah right, like he didn’t know overcompensation when he saw it.

“And that is that.” House finished, wiping the scrawled diagnosis from the whiteboard, feeling marginally pleased he’d managed to solve their case before the weekend. “Now go do what you have to do to make this one better and I’ll see you all on Monday.”

No one moved.

House looked at them expectantly.

Still, no one moved.

Frowning, House managed to raise an eyebrow at his team. “Did I miss something or have I not just solved this one?”

Cameron nodded, “Yes, but we were just wondering…”

“Face it, House,” Foreman interrupted, still looking unbelievably smug. “You’ve lost.”

“Lost?” House feigned a shocked look and turned to Cameron. “Why wasn’t I aware we were playing a game?”

She gave him a simpering look whilst Chase shook his head with a smirk, “The bet, House, with Wilson. You remember,” He began condescendingly, “the one where you tried to get him to buy you flowers for a snog.”

Foreman and Chase shared another one of their haughty looks as House scowled and Cameron looked a mixture of disappointment and worry.

“He’ll be here,” House said, tapping his cane.

“Sure he will,” Chase grinned, rocking back on his chair and chewing on a pencil whilst Cameron shot him a glaring look.

“I’m sure he’s just-,” She began kindly only to be interrupted by a rather rumpled looking Wilson all but falling into the conference room, a sheepish grin on his face and a bunch of half-strangled flowers clasped in one hand.

“-running late.” She finished slowly, eyes wide in disbelief as Wilson straightened himself out and strode purposefully over towards House, thrusting his hand out and offering the flowers at him.

“What the hell are they?” House asked with a raised eyebrow and a silent breath of relief as he took the strangled looking flowers from Wilson, eyeing them a moment in distaste before turning and dropping them unceremoniously onto the table.

“Well I er, may have left this a bit late,” Wilson flushed rubbing at the back of his neck and shifting awkwardly. “They were the best they had left.”

House snorted, “So much for being worth even a measly twelve dollars.”

“But it’s the thought that counts right?” Wilson smiled nervously and House rolled his eyes, a fond look crossing his face a moment before he turned to the duckling and bestowed upon them his look of smugness.

Foreman had his head in his hands, peeking through the fingers as the realisation that Wilson was here and about to be snogged sunk in. Chase’s chair was back on its four legs, the pencil he’d been chewing on hanging precariously from his opened mouth and Cameron was all but bouncing in her seat.

House wondered briefly if she was aware she’d also lost her end of the bet before turning back to Wilson with a smirk. “Ready to pucker up?”

Wilson swallowed heavily, “You ah- you don’t have to kiss me.” He tried, shrugging a little. “I mean you get off the clinic with the flowers alone, right?”

“Oh, but I get more time off if I snog you.” House stepped closer, reaching out to touch his left hand to Wilson’s waist, holding gently a moment before tugging his friend closer towards him.

 “And if I kiss you, you get time off the clinic too.” House allowed his cane to slip from his grip, barely hearing the thump as it hit the floor, his hand already reaching up to catch Wilson’s chin, holding his face up.

“And it’s the thought that counts, right?” He echoed Wilson’s earlier words, allowing the smile to fall from his lips as he leant in, watching Wilson’s eyes flutter shut through his own half-lidded gaze as he brushed their lips together in a ghost of a kiss, breathing softly against Wilson’s mouth as he touched their lips fleetingly, teasingly, before pressing closer and moving his lips in a silent mumble of encouragement, urging Wilson to kiss him back with slow and practiced movements.

House could feel the tremble in Wilson as he ran his thumb along the other man’s jaw in soothing strokes, smiling into their kiss as Wilson allowed House to coax his mouth open with a flick of his tongue, teasing at his bottom lip and urging him to respond, to press back against House’s mouth and allow his own tongue to brush against House’s lips- touching tongue to tongue, the caress of sensitive flesh sending tingles through their lips for only an instant before House was pulling away, stroking his thumb across Wilson’s jaw once more and flicking his tongue in a final sweep across his bottom lip.

When Wilson finally managed to open his eyes it was to see the self-satisfied smirk plastered across House’s face and he felt the first colourings of a blush staining his cheeks.

“Well, ah-,” Wilson cleared his throat and made to step back only to be halted by House’s hand still holding onto his waist, his eyes shining mischievously as Wilson looked quizzically at him and then the contact was gone with House releasing him fully and turning back to face his team, his smirk blooming to full force as he caught sight of their faces.

Forman still had his hands over his eyes, his fingers parted for peepholes as he stared blankly back in shock.

Chase’s distress was more obvious with his wide-eyed, hand-over-the-mouth look of surprise, his cheeks suffused with more colour that even Cameron was sporting as she gazed all glazy-eyed up at the pair of them.

“So…” House slanted his gaze back to Wilson; pleased at the lust-hazed look his friend was sporting. “Your place or mine?”

“Oh yours definitely,” Wilson replied deadpan despite the blush staining his cheeks as he bent down and scooped House’s cane up for him.

House took the cane with a smirk, leaning in to Wilson and whispering loudly, “Ever done it on a piano, Wilson?”

The sound of someone falling from their seat was definitely worth the punch to the arm Wilson gave him as he shook his head at House’s antics and left the room with neither a confirmation nor denial.

House watched him go, the beginnings of an impish smirk curving his lips.

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04/09: Now with fanart from johanirae!

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Tags: fic: series: flowers for me

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