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  Breakfast At House's 
 by Topaz Eyes	

 Author's Note: This is a post-episode tag to "Insensitive".

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"So--this is your idea of breakfast?" Wilson gasped.

House looked up at him with a knowing smirk. "Happy Valentine's Day," he
replied, promptly bending his head back down to concentrate on what he was
doing.

Which, at this moment, was partaking of something a little different in
mind--namely Wilson, who was nude and spread-eagled on House's bed.

When Wilson had asked House to breakfast, he'd only intended a jaunt to
the coffee shop around the corner from the hospital, for lattes and
bagels. He hadn't intended being hijacked by House and taken to his
apartment--much less being devoured by hungry, demanding kisses while
House stripped his clothes off at the front door and led him to bed--but
he supposed there were worse things. 

Wilson shoved an extra pillow under his head and shoulders to watch
House's head, bobbing up and down between his legs, and he groaned in
appreciation at being engulfed in the tight wet heat of House's mouth.
Strong sure fingers gently cupped his ass, bringing him even further in,
and Wilson arched, moaning with pleasure. Soon the only sounds were of
slick flesh sliding in and out between swollen lips, of rhythmically
creaking bedsprings and muttered half-curses, until Wilson seized House's
head and thrust up with a choked cry.

When Wilson came back down to earth again, House was gently lapping up the
last traces of fluid. Wilson shivered with the soft puffs of air on his
damp skin. House then picked himself up with a sigh and heaved himself to
lie beside Wilson, supporting himself on one elbow. "OK, so it's not a
proper breakfast but it'll do for now," he said.

Wilson turned to kiss him, long and deep, sharing House's breath, tasting
himself on House's tongue. "It's not a bad way to start the day," he
agreed, murmuring against his lips. "Especially Valentine's Day."

House smirked again, positively feral. "Valentine's Day is for wussies.
Love and romance? Flowers and chocolate? Child's play. The real
celebrations start tomorrow with Lupercalia."

Wilson drew back, the hair on his neck rising. "Luper--Luper what?"

"Lupercalia. The festival of purification, fertility and renewal, held on
February fifteenth. February being the last month of the Roman year, the
month of purification. The word "fever" shares the same linguistic root.
Februare."

Wilson stared at him, wary but curious. "And so fevers are a part of
this--ritual?"

House gave him his patented "are you really that dense?" look. "Actually
it begins with the sacrifice of two male goats and a dog. Ritual feasting,
wearing of the pelts, lashing young girls and women with whips made from
the sacrificial skins--all to ensure fertility and prosperity in the
coming year." He idly traced heart shapes on Wilson's bare chest with his
forefinger.

"Followed by the non-stop orgies, I suppose."

House's smirk widened into a true grin. "Now you're getting it, Jimmy." 

"Yet today is only February fourteenth."

"Nothing wrong with starting the celebration a little early," House said.
"Besides, it's already the fifteenth in Australia."

"So I suppose this makes us right on time." Wilson grabbed House's hand
and brought it to his mouth. He sucked on House's middle finger, watching
intently; House hissed, his eyelids fluttering closed. "It still doesn't
take care of breakfast," he murmured around House's finger.

"I've already eaten," House said with a leer.

Wilson shook his head fondly. "Of course you'd say that. But I haven't."

"Then you should get started right away."

Wilson rolled his eyes, but nevertheless he rolled on top and framed
House's face in his hands. "Happy Lupercalia, House," he murmured, smiling
as he kissed him.  
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