“It’s raining.” House stated obviously, distantly, as he stared out the window, watching the rain fall in heavy splatters against the cool glass of the balcony door. He could feel Wilson’s gaze upon his back, heavy and questioning all of a sudden and House found he was in no mood to carry on a conversation, especially not of the saving lives kind.
Limping over towards the door he pushed it open, ignoring the spray of icy-cold rain as he stepped out onto the balcony, letting the door close behind him and effectively cutting off Wilson’s surprised ‘House, what the-!”
He made his way over towards the stone wall, resting his cane against the wall and his hands upon the wet stone as he turned his face skywards- eyes closed to the assault of raindrops hitting upon his skin and soaking quickly into his clothes; washing away all his worries and cares, his failures and his successes… just washing everything clean with its steady, melodious throbbing.
“You’re insane.” Wilson’s voice came to him through the sound of the rain and he turned, watching as the oncologist stepped out of the relative safety of the doorway and into the onslaught of the rain. “You do know that, right?”
House managed a grin for him and Wilson shook his head, smiling tightly back at him.
“Can’t you just sulk in the warmth of your own office like any normal person?” Wilson asked, coming up to him and carefully touching his hands to House’s waist.
House merely snorted at his words, the sound almost lost above the continuous pattering of the rain. “Normal is boring.” He said by way of explanation, his grin growing a little wider as he raised a hand to wipe the ceaseless run of water that ran down Wilson’s cheeks, plastering his hair to his face and forcing his clothes to cling to him like a second layer of skin.
“Besides,” House continued, reaching for Wilson’s tie and tugging him closer still. “I’ve always wanted to be kissed in the rain.”
“I knew you were a hopeless romantic underneath it all.” Wilson mocked with a grin, though he allowed himself to be pulled against House, his mouth parting easily to the soft demand House’s own.
Kissing in the rain wasn’t really any different from kissing anywhere else, Wilson mused. Apart from the fact his clothes felt too heavy and uncomfortably wet against his body; that and trying to breathe through his nose whilst his mouth was otherwise occupied was proving to be rather difficult, as with every breath he took he inevitably sniffed in the rivulets of rain streaming over his nose and mouth. It was a lot wetter too, he noted, trying not to breathe at all for a moment.
It proved useless, of course, and forced him to pull his mouth from House’s a moment later with a gasp for air, wiping his hand over his face as if the gesture would stop the rain from touching him.
“Can we at least go inside while you go all hopelessly romantic on me?” Wilson asked, leaning forward to rest his forehead upon House’s shoulder, his fingers squeezing gently in their handholds at House’s waist. He felt the older man’s arms come about him in a loose hug, House’s cheek resting against the sodden strands of his hair.
“This was a once in a Blue Moon opportunity, Wilson.” House muttered, lowering his mouth to his ear.
Wilson pulled his head up to look House in the eyes, seeing the sparkle of amusement shining in them as the older man smiled at him, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips.
“You’re in luck tonight though, Jimmy,” House relented, still smiling as he reached for his cane and began making his way back towards his office- an arm still wrapped about Wilson. “I’m feeling very generous tonight.”
“Must be that Blue Moon you mentioned.” Wilson mumbled dryly, but with his own growing smile as they stepped into the warmth of House’s office once more, treading water over the carpet as they entered.
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