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  Seizing the day. 
 by Merihn  

 

NOTES: Ok, this is my first House fic. *hyperventilates* As is usual with
my forays into new fandoms, this is short. Very short. Please, please tell
me what you think. I'm in a cold sweat over here.

"She stole a kiss from Chase, what have you done lately?"

House stood up carefully, leaving his cane behind and stepped up close to
Wilson. "So, stealing a kiss is a sign of bravery now? Of seizing the day?
Would it show how brave I was if I manipulated someone into kissing me?"
House pitched his tone high. "I'm old and alone and afraid no one will
love me... won't you show me that isn't true?" 

"Maybe it would show that you're capable of doing something without
thinking it through to death, without finding a way to make it a jab at
someone else." Wilson replied passively, staring straight at House.

"So if I did this..." House leaned in slowly, tilting his head to the
side. "What would it tell you?"

"That you aren't afraid anymore." Wilson breathed out, just barely moving
forward.

House swallowed, felt the warm rush of Wilson's breath on his lips and
pushed everything from his mind, every sarcastic comment that rose in
response, every tight squeeze of fear, the doubt that made him want to
run, bum leg be damned. He kept his eyes open as he closed the gap between
them and pressed their mouths together, just a brief, dry brush of lips.

He pulled back after a moment, suddenly ultra aware of the glass walls of
his office, of the people walking by, mere feet from where they stood, too
close.

Wilson stayed where he was, eyes gently closed, and a rush of arousal, so
strong, so sudden took over House's body that he thought he might be
knocked over by it.

"Maybe..." He cleared his throat, cleared the uncertainty from it. "Maybe
we could continue this later. Somewhere that doesn't have two glass walls
and isn't my office."

Wilson sucked in a breath and opened his eyes. After a moment he laughed a
little and shook his head. "Yeah, maybe."

  
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