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Wilson sighs knowingly. She knows House isn't going to be happy about this. She's gotten eloped to a kind man. His name is Julius. Hes..well..he's indifferent. But nothing really else.
House arives at Wilson's apartment, not caring to knock. The oncologist looks up unbottherded by the rudeness.
"House? come sit, please." She says nervously. "I've got.. some news about the uh," She sighs. "Julius?" House looks up at the mention of her best friends idiotic boyfriend. Much like the rest of Wilson's partners. Always not good enough for her In Houses eyes.
"Well.. We got eloped."
The two sit in silence for minutes at least. Battling each other with their eyes. Wilson breaks and avoids the staring contest. Knowing House is going to be..well..House.
House smirks."Oh my GOD." The older exaggerates. " You just got divorced, Wilson! God, talk about sloppy thirds." Wilson rolls her eyes. "We've been together for a while..it's not as fast as Sam..?" She reasons. God, she could be so shameless.
"House. Please." She shrinks in her seat. "I've finally found someone who makes me happy." Wilson sighs hard as House sits next to her.
"After the last one..I've just been so lonely, House." The brunette says bracing for a snide comment from the other women. "I have you, but with everything going on? I dont want to be so reliant on you." She looks knowingly at Houses cane.
House almost can feel the sadness radiating from the others' words. She knew how desperate she sounded, but she just didn't care. House hated seeing her best friend like this, though she'd never admit it.
"I know i can't fix that, but I just.." House supizingly hears herself start. "I could've helped you after Brandon, you know?" She continues letting the words come quietly, refusing to look the younger women in the eye.
"The infaction fucking ruins me but you're my friend. My only friend." She hesitates. "I'd be here. Even if it's just to ruin your day too."
House hated how the words came out her own mouth. And how the other doctor looked at her like she just saw a pig with wings fly by.
"Thank you, House." Wilson says calmy. As if shes trying not to spook a horse. "It really does mean alot to hear you say that."
Wilson looks at House warmly. To break the kind tension House jokes "So you eloped to avoid my Bachelorette party, huh?"
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House calls a hooker.
She's bored, and a hurt leg is never gonna stop her from getting the release she needs.
Though most think she's joking, she's never let herself be defined by the lable of straight.
Bisexual is more fitting.
"Fuck. A liitle slower baby, that's it.." House sighs in relief. Ingrid listens.
In the distance, House can hear her front door slam with anger and stomping steps in her kitchen. Ingrid looks up at her with a questioning gaze.
"Yeah, we'll finish up later." She nods to the envelope on her nightstand. The hooker grabs it and cleans up her supplies. Yeah, you pervert, House just needed a massage. duh.
Ingrid makes her way out of the room while House decents up. Supporting a sports bra and a pair of unwashed oversized boxers. She grabs her cane, pops a vicodin, and sets off.
She steps into the kitchen to see Wilson eying Ingrid as she steps out the door.
"Sexy little thing, huh?" House says. She almost wants to woolf whistle just to add onto the annoyance but chooses not to. Wilson sighs and rolls her eyes. Sipping a bottle of beer she found in the olders fidge. "Not my type."
"Oh yeah, i forgot. Your type is dudes who make you so mad you storm into your besties house out of rage." House chuckles."What'd he do this time round?"
Wilson hesitates. "He told me to wear a bra more." House looks up puzzled. "Said I was getting older, and if i let them hang, they're gonna have stretch marks, and they'll be ugly." Wilson gritts her teeth.
"Fuck." Is what comes out of her mouth instead of a full on love letter. "This is why I hate men." House says sarcastically. Wilson looks at her and pauses. "I'm starting to think I do to."
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Wilson sleeps over that night. That's what usually happens when her and Julius get into arguments anyway.
She lays on the couch. She made sure the T.V. was low so she didn't have to hear House complain this time.
Wilson lays silently. Thinking about how everything with her marriage has been.
God. She's such a people pleaser. A whine about it at that. She wishes she could just be selfish for one. Take what she needs.
What does she need?
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The oncologist steps to Houses apartment door. Bags in hand. Julius cheated and filed for divorce. How ironic it's not her this time round.
House let's the her in and from then on, Wilson has a permanent space on her couch.
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"I'm having a hooker over later. Be out by 7." House says nonchalantly. The younger looks up from the television, annoyed.
"House I've got nowhere else to go?" If she were standing, she would put her hand on her hips in desparity. "Go hang out with your gal pal, Cuddy. Squeeze a tit for me, okay?"
"House.." Wilson says.
She's looks up at the younger women. "What do you want me to do? If i don't get my scissor on i get reaaaalllly bitchy. Remember how I was after Stacy?" House chuckles.
Wilson laughs with her, breaking her anger streak. She looks at House for a second. Contemplating.
"Well.." She starts. House looks back, confused.
"I'm always here, you know?" Wilson looks at House to see her reaction. House hums. "Sure, and the crippled and the Jew lived happily ever after."
Wilson shrugs, looking back at the T.V. Something about monster trucks going on quietly.
The older doctor looks at the other. Really reading into her suggestion. "Were you just..hitting on me?" Wilson looks at House passively. "Did you take it as that?"
House looks at Wilson. Thier eye contact, It's something neither can't put a name to. It's strong. Full of fear, commitment, and wanting.
"Wilson...dont..tempt me." She says, looking the other women in the eye closely. She can physically feel the mood shift to something deeper, more willing as Wilson leans in closer. "Is temptation a bad thing?" She whispers. House can almost feel the warmth of her breath.
"Hm.." House lowers her eyes. Looking at Wilson's plump lips. She reaches a hand into the others' brown curls.
"Kiss me." Wilson demands softly. "M' know you want to.." she breathes heavily. "Shit..do you want it?" Hosue hesitates.
"Yeah, House...give me what I need. Be selfish for me." She flutters her eyes as Houses grip turns harder in her locks.
House goes for it and kisses Wilson deeply. The kiss turns passionate as the brunette reciprocates. It's almost electric. The feeling the two experience.
It's nothing like either has ever felt before. So careful yet so knowing and effortless. It's strange and perfect. Like silk to skin.
Wilson gasps softly in the kiss when House gently moves the oncologist on top of her. Letting the other straddle her.
She breaks apart the kiss. "Grind on me.. just like that," Wilson listens as Houses hand on her hips helps lead her back and forth slowly but with eager.
"Ahh. mm..oh god, House.." Wilson's noises sound like heaven. Like honey on a peach. House needs to say something to fill the intimacy. "Women are as good as i say, huh?
Wilson groans softly. "S..shush." she smiles down at her. She lifts herself off of House and goes down to the floor on her knees. She looks up at the other women. "I wanna go down on you..can i?" She states almost desperately.
House looks at her while chucklling. "You sure you know how to do that, Jimmy" Wilson giggles at the boyish nickname. "Well, I've seen porn..and even you know from my exes how good I can be with my mouth..." She states as she grabs at Houses masculine fitted jeans. "I finally got to see what's under all this. Truly see you, hm?" House nods at her words expectingly. Her cheeks flushed at the sight.
Wilson finishes pulling down her jeans, making sure to grab Houses boxers down with it. She throws both to the side on the living room floor as she admires Houses beautiful folds.
She's places her hand on Houses injured thigh gently. "God, you're gorgeous." Wilson says thoughtfully.
House, hating the intimacy, grabs at Wilson's hair and lightly pushes her head tward her pussy. "Wilson..please." She urges, grumbling. "Shh.. I got you." Wilson responds as she leans downward. Spreading Houses thighs softly.
She breathes heavily as she moves the hand on the others thigh to her vagina. She speads her folds as her mouth waters.
She leans closer as she gets her first taste of Houses cunt. The feeling abrupt yet perfect as House slightly arches into the feeling of her tounge. She covers her mouth, letting Wilson know she has to earn her noises.
Wilson understands what House is putting out. She feasts like it's her last meal, like this isn't her first taste of a pussy. Her best friends pussy, God. Wilson holds open Houses thighs with her upper arms and shoulders to get a better angle.
House grips Wilson's brown hair like her life depends on it, moving the hand that was on her mouth to muffle her noises into her hair as well. Her arch becomes more prominent as she grinds back onto Wilson's tongue.
The diagnostician's sounds become less restrained, Wilson works even harder to hear them all. "Doin' so good. You love my pussy, huh?" Wilson hums sweetly then promptly pushes her middle finger into the other women, which makes her even more broken. "Good fucking girl." House breathes out.
As House notices, Wilson does not need a break. "Oh..oh..cmon..give it too me..oh." She gives it to her and gives and gives and gives. She adds her ring finger along in her cunt for good measure. You can imagine the noises House is making. They're truly making Wilson froth at the mouth.
Wilson hums again against Houses clit making her scream in pleasure. She can feel her orgasam being ripped out of her as she mumbles incoherent degrades and praises. All of it getting into Wilson's head to be even more passionate.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck! Such a good girl..oh..ohhh. yeah Wilson..ahh." House bucks into where Wilson tounge and fingers is giving her pleasure as she's on the brink of a small death. Wilson has put this much effort in anything in her goddamn life.
Wilson finally breaks apart from her meal, replacing her tounge with her thumb, a string of saliva following her lips as she says the words that makes House finally finish.
"Cum for me, House." She breathes out, full of focus and effort.
House practicaly shouts out as her orgasam gushes out her cunt and onto Wilson's already wet fingers. Wilson goes back down to lick her the rest of the way.
The oncologist pulls out her fingers, wiping them on her own clothes, which she forgot was still on. Not sure what to do next, she sits there, her face resting on Houses thigh. The other women plays with her hair coming down.
"..get up here." House grumbles while letting go of Wilson's soft curls. Wilson does as told, choosing to sit on Houses right side as she looks questioningly at the other.
House moves to Wilson's ear slowly. The doctors' breath hitches. "Tell me what you need..be selfish." She gruffs into Wilson's ear as her chest rises up and down quickly. "A-anything you wa-"
"No." House interrupts. "I said what you want." Wilson moves them apart to look into Houses eyes again. "Do you have any sex toys?"
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House sits in between Wilson's thighs while the brunette lays there, mentally preparing herself. The older is trying not to notice the strain in her own thigh. She has a vibrating wand in one hand and Wilson's wrists in her other.
"Ready, tough girl?". Wilson nods in response.
Wilson, only being in her socks, feels the vibrations start as House lowers the wand toward her vagina. Ever so shameless, she moans loudly at the first touch.
"There we go.." House encourages as Wilson arches softly. She pushes the wand more against the others pussy as she scoots closer. She presses her mound against the vibrating toy aswell, letting a soft noise come out and loving the reaction that gets out of Wilson. "Ah! Ngh.."
House grinds the toy against both of thier cunts knowingly. The oncologist arches harder at the feeling and the view of seeing house above her. "Don' stop, don't stop!" Wilson crys out.
"M' not gonna stop, baby.. just take it. Take my pussy." House says back, trembling. "Good girl." She moves faster, her own back arching. She turns up the vibrations and then lets go of the toy. With her now free hand, she holds onto Wilson's waist to grind onto her closer. Wilson shouts out in pleasure.
"House..House! Im close!" Wilson says, almost incoherent. "Yeah? Come on..cum for me..ohh." Is all House can get out of her moaning lips, fucking into the wand. She turns up the dial.
"*Fuck." Wilson moans out. Almost silently at that. House couldn't get enough of the others O face. She couldn't take it, she finishes almost right after. The pleasure taking over both of thier minds as Wilson whines into overstimulation.
"Fucking. Damnit." House says as she quickly turns off the wand, let's go of Wilson's arms and waist, and rolls to lay beside her. There they lay looking at each other. God. Wilson really should've known she loves this women.
"...so how was it..?" the older says after they both catch their breath. "With a woman..?" She continues. "..with me?" House states, trying not to sound as pathetic as the words could've been. Wilson just looks at her for a moment.
The brunette grabs the others' chin and kisses her softly. As she pulls back she mumbles "best fucking fuck ever." House chuckles at her words.
They lay and look at eachother again. Wilson's hand still on her chin. Her thumb grazes her cheek. "I..I think." She hesitates. "No, I know..I know I love you." She let's herself say to House.
House pauses, tooken aback, but not surprised. "Wilson." She says with a hint of a smile. "I know you do." Is all she can say without breaking her nonchalant girl attitude. Wilson takes it as a reciprocation and leans in to kiss her again. Their smiles are pushing together.
The oncologist breaks apart to kiss. "Never stop kissing me at least? Is that to much of a commitment?"
"I'll never stop kissing you, I gotta learn what both those lips taste like now." House says with a soft chuckle.