Valentine Shorts!
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serene_quillHappy Valentine's Day!
Title: Wanna Little?
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG (for suggestive lines)
Spoilers: 3x13 Needle in a Haystack
Words: 270
A/N: Kristen’s Valentine’s Gift 2007. Based on one of the worst pick up lines ever heard, frequently, by both of us.
“You would not believe what that gypsy kid’s uncle said to me.”
It wasn’t the words that stopped House mid-roll, but the gossiping tone the nurse was using when she addressed her friend, whom he vaguely recognized as a lab tech in radiology. He stopped, enjoying the fact that the height on the wheelchair hid him completely from the women’s view.
“He comes up to me and asks if I have any gypsy in me.”
“So, you told him no, of course.”
“Yeah, and when I said no, he says, ‘Well, you wanna little gypsy in you?’”
House snorted as the two women burst into giggles. That was lame. It was still rolling in the back of his mind when he went to harass Wilson a few days later. “Hey Wilson?” he greeted the oncologist, who was bent over his desk, adding a last minute note to the chart in his hand. He paused, admiring the view, until Wilson straightened with a sigh, looking expectantly at him. “You got any German in you?”
“What?” Wilson asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes.
“I asked if you had any….”
“I heard what you said,” Wilson retorted, rolling his eyes. “Is this going to turn into some really bad joke about the Holocaust again? Because the last time you said something about Germans…”
“No,” House groaned, shaking his head. “Nothing like that.”
Wilson blinked, staring at House for a moment before turning back to the chart. “Then no, I don’t,” he replied. House was suddenly pressed up against his backside, a certain portion of his anatomy announcing its presence to Wilson.
“Wanna little?”
Title: Violets are Blue
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Words: 230
A/N: Brewer’s Valentine’s Gift 2007.
“Roses are red, Violets are blue, Sugar is sweet, But also bad for you!”
Wilson looked up as House finished his rather loud and obnoxious recitation. “Happy Valentine’s Day to you too,” he replied, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s Valentine’s?” House replied, distorting his face into an exaggerated look of surprise.
“No, Cameron just gives you candy and sweet little cards every day in an attempt to get into your pants.”
“She does, actually, even though you’re the only one allowed in them,” House joked, twirling his cane idly. “Which begs the question, where’s my card from you?”
“Did you get me something?” Wilson replied mildly, and House grinned in a manner that made Wilson blink. “Something completely inappropriate to give me while on hospital grounds?”
“Better be the first person in exam room one after lunch,” House replied, smirking. “Would hate for anyone else to find a happy, naked me with only a bow to save my modesty.”
“Huh,” was all Wilson remarked, returning to his work as House limped out.
When House entered exam room one after lunch, a card sat on the exam table. Wilson had obviously borrowed some glitter from the pediatrics ward to make the card. “Roses are Red, Violets are Blue,” House read from the outside of the card, flipping it open eagerly. The contents made him groan, disappointed.
“While on hospital grounds, House’s balls are too.”
Title: Secret Admirer
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Words: 380
A/N: Randi’s Valentine’s Gift 2007.
It was red, fluffy, had a satin heart with, “I love you” printed on the surface, clasped in its paws, and for some reason it was sitting in his chair with a tag that read “From your secret admirer” piercing its furry little ear.
“Very funny,” House muttered, tossing the repulsive smiling thing at Cameron.
“Aww, cute,” she grinned, then stopped, reading the tag. “House, this is for you.”
“Yes, I assume, you gave me that…thing,” he grumbled, then caught the look on her face. “It’s not from you.”
“Sorry, no,” she agreed, tossing it back to him. She grinned as Foreman and Chase walked in, both eyeing the stuffed animal dangling from House’s hand suspiciously.
“Did either of you…” House trailed off, shaking his head. “No, not you guys either. Huh.” He turned, stalking out, hearing Foreman asking Cameron about the red and fluffy creature. “Cuddy!” he barked, catching sight of some familiar cleavage. “Yours?” he asked, waving the animal in her face.
“No,” she drew back, wrinkling her nose. She grabbed the tag, a grin spreading over her face. “Aww, House, you have a secret admirer!”
“Shut up,” he groaned, limping faster as Cuddy followed him.
“Someone loves you, House!” She caught him at the elevator. “No case?” she asked, and he shook his head. “Good, I need you in the clinic.”
“Not on Valentine’s Day,” he groused. “The idiots just multiply like crazy today.”
“Exactly why you’re spending the day there,” Cuddy replied triumphantly.
The red and fluffy abomination sat in the exam room with House throughout the day, and despite numerous attempts to foist it off on various nurses, it somehow ended up staring up at him from his coffee table that evening as he and Wilson ate Chinese food.
“I asked everyone about that… thing,” House informed Wilson.
“It’s a monkey,” Wilson pointed out needlessly.
“And no one knows who it’s from!” House plowed on, ignoring Wilson’s comment.
“For someone so smart, you can be pretty dumb about people,” Wilson replied, and House glared at him. The glare faded as he looked at Wilson suspiciously. He opened his mouth to ask, but Wilson’s lips met his in a hard kiss, stopping his question.
“Took you long enough to figure it out,” Wilson said, when they finally broke apart.
Title: Wanna Little?
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG (for suggestive lines)
Spoilers: 3x13 Needle in a Haystack
Words: 270
A/N: Kristen’s Valentine’s Gift 2007. Based on one of the worst pick up lines ever heard, frequently, by both of us.
“You would not believe what that gypsy kid’s uncle said to me.”
It wasn’t the words that stopped House mid-roll, but the gossiping tone the nurse was using when she addressed her friend, whom he vaguely recognized as a lab tech in radiology. He stopped, enjoying the fact that the height on the wheelchair hid him completely from the women’s view.
“He comes up to me and asks if I have any gypsy in me.”
“So, you told him no, of course.”
“Yeah, and when I said no, he says, ‘Well, you wanna little gypsy in you?’”
House snorted as the two women burst into giggles. That was lame. It was still rolling in the back of his mind when he went to harass Wilson a few days later. “Hey Wilson?” he greeted the oncologist, who was bent over his desk, adding a last minute note to the chart in his hand. He paused, admiring the view, until Wilson straightened with a sigh, looking expectantly at him. “You got any German in you?”
“What?” Wilson asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes.
“I asked if you had any….”
“I heard what you said,” Wilson retorted, rolling his eyes. “Is this going to turn into some really bad joke about the Holocaust again? Because the last time you said something about Germans…”
“No,” House groaned, shaking his head. “Nothing like that.”
Wilson blinked, staring at House for a moment before turning back to the chart. “Then no, I don’t,” he replied. House was suddenly pressed up against his backside, a certain portion of his anatomy announcing its presence to Wilson.
“Wanna little?”
Title: Violets are Blue
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Words: 230
A/N: Brewer’s Valentine’s Gift 2007.
“Roses are red, Violets are blue, Sugar is sweet, But also bad for you!”
Wilson looked up as House finished his rather loud and obnoxious recitation. “Happy Valentine’s Day to you too,” he replied, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s Valentine’s?” House replied, distorting his face into an exaggerated look of surprise.
“No, Cameron just gives you candy and sweet little cards every day in an attempt to get into your pants.”
“She does, actually, even though you’re the only one allowed in them,” House joked, twirling his cane idly. “Which begs the question, where’s my card from you?”
“Did you get me something?” Wilson replied mildly, and House grinned in a manner that made Wilson blink. “Something completely inappropriate to give me while on hospital grounds?”
“Better be the first person in exam room one after lunch,” House replied, smirking. “Would hate for anyone else to find a happy, naked me with only a bow to save my modesty.”
“Huh,” was all Wilson remarked, returning to his work as House limped out.
When House entered exam room one after lunch, a card sat on the exam table. Wilson had obviously borrowed some glitter from the pediatrics ward to make the card. “Roses are Red, Violets are Blue,” House read from the outside of the card, flipping it open eagerly. The contents made him groan, disappointed.
“While on hospital grounds, House’s balls are too.”
Title: Secret Admirer
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Words: 380
A/N: Randi’s Valentine’s Gift 2007.
It was red, fluffy, had a satin heart with, “I love you” printed on the surface, clasped in its paws, and for some reason it was sitting in his chair with a tag that read “From your secret admirer” piercing its furry little ear.
“Very funny,” House muttered, tossing the repulsive smiling thing at Cameron.
“Aww, cute,” she grinned, then stopped, reading the tag. “House, this is for you.”
“Yes, I assume, you gave me that…thing,” he grumbled, then caught the look on her face. “It’s not from you.”
“Sorry, no,” she agreed, tossing it back to him. She grinned as Foreman and Chase walked in, both eyeing the stuffed animal dangling from House’s hand suspiciously.
“Did either of you…” House trailed off, shaking his head. “No, not you guys either. Huh.” He turned, stalking out, hearing Foreman asking Cameron about the red and fluffy creature. “Cuddy!” he barked, catching sight of some familiar cleavage. “Yours?” he asked, waving the animal in her face.
“No,” she drew back, wrinkling her nose. She grabbed the tag, a grin spreading over her face. “Aww, House, you have a secret admirer!”
“Shut up,” he groaned, limping faster as Cuddy followed him.
“Someone loves you, House!” She caught him at the elevator. “No case?” she asked, and he shook his head. “Good, I need you in the clinic.”
“Not on Valentine’s Day,” he groused. “The idiots just multiply like crazy today.”
“Exactly why you’re spending the day there,” Cuddy replied triumphantly.
The red and fluffy abomination sat in the exam room with House throughout the day, and despite numerous attempts to foist it off on various nurses, it somehow ended up staring up at him from his coffee table that evening as he and Wilson ate Chinese food.
“I asked everyone about that… thing,” House informed Wilson.
“It’s a monkey,” Wilson pointed out needlessly.
“And no one knows who it’s from!” House plowed on, ignoring Wilson’s comment.
“For someone so smart, you can be pretty dumb about people,” Wilson replied, and House glared at him. The glare faded as he looked at Wilson suspiciously. He opened his mouth to ask, but Wilson’s lips met his in a hard kiss, stopping his question.
“Took you long enough to figure it out,” Wilson said, when they finally broke apart.
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Date: 2007-02-14 08:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-15 12:32 am (UTC)Thankee, **huggles buddy christ** Come on, jebus, let's play hide and seek. You hide, and I'll find you, then announce to the world, 'Hey I found jebus!'.