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You’re sitting in the cafeteria with Wilson, who has his face buried in a file.
“You know,” you say, “this isn’t the quality time I was promised.”
“Sorry…” He mumbles, closing the file and rubbing his face. “It’s just…” He sighs and straightens up. “Doesn’t matter right now.”
You give him an understanding smile, sipping on your coffee.
“How is it going with House?” He asks.
“Isn’t he gossiping with you?”
“Surprisingly little.” Wilson chuckles. “When it comes to you, at least.”
“It’s going well, I think.” You tilt your head. “It’s hard to tell sometimes.”
Wilson nods slowly. “House…” He pauses, his eyes darting over your face.
“…loves me.” You say.
Wilson sputters. “What? Really? I mean, yes! But how do you know?”
“He told me.”
Wilson stares at you. “He did?”
“Well, he didn’t say it. He wrote it.”
“Wrote it?”
“On a plate with mousse au chocolate.”
“My god he’s down bad…”
You laugh.
“I’m serious!” Wilson insists.
“I know you are.” You say softly.
“He’s probably been since the moment he met you…” He mumbles into his coffee cup, but you hear it. A stupid grin spreads on your face.
Then, after a long moment, Wilson asks: “Do you feel the same?”
That makes you pause. Do you? If yes, do you want to tell Wilson? Do you want to tell House?
Eventually, you settle on: “I like him a lot.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
You look at your hands, thoughts racing without going anywhere.
“I think so.” You finally admit.
“You think what?” House’ voice suddenly sounds from a few feet away.
Your head snaps around and a smile spreads on your face.
“Hey.” You scoot further into the booth to make room for him.
“Hey yourself.” House sits next to you, looking at Wilson. “Another coffee date with my girlfriend?”
Wilson’s eyes linger on you for a moment longer before he glances at House.
“We share patients.” He states. “Cause, you know, we work together.”
House takes your hand under the table while he keeps annoying Wilson. The casual affection sends a shiver up your spine, and you don’t hear what House says next. You also, apparently, don’t hear what Wilson replies; because suddenly, House nudges your knee with his.
“Sorry?”
“Wilson got paged.”
Your eyes dart to Wilson, who definitely didn’t get paged. “See you later then.”
Wilson shoots you one last look and then gets up to leave.
House waits until he’s out of earshot before he leans down and kisses your temple, asking: “What was that about?”
Again, with the casual affection…god help you.
“What was what about?”
“You always listen.” He says. There is an almost teasing quality to his tone, but mostly it’s curious.
You glance up at him before you reply: “You’re distracting.”
A wolfish grin spreads on House’ face. “Am I now?”
You nudge his side with your elbow. “You know you are.”
***
“So.” House slides under the covers and scoots closer toward where you’re lying in bed.
You look at him, propped up on your elbow. “So?”
House watches you for a moment, head tilted slightly. It makes you shift.
“So.” He repeats, softer this time. “What did you ‘think so’ about?”
Your stomach flips. You had hoped he wouldn’t bring it up again. Of course he does.
You try to play it off, reaching for the blanket and pulling it up a little higher. House notices and pushes your hair out of your face, his hand lingering on your cheek until you look at him.
“It can’t be that bad.” He teases, but there is a nervousness about it.
You take a deep breath and move closer to him, hand around his side. Chest to chest, you look up at him, your heads resting right next to each other.
Quietly, you tell him: “Wilson asked if I…” You clear your throat. House’ eyes dart between yours.
“He basically asked if I- if I love you.” You finally blurt out. “Like you love me.”
House goes very still.
“And I- I had trouble answering because it’s hard to tell with you.”
“Because…?”
“Because you say these grant things…and five minutes later you pretend that they don’t matter.”
“I don’t.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Fine, I do.”
“So, it’s hard to tell if you actually mean it when you say…you know.”
House looks at you for a long moment, expression unreadable.
“I mean it.” He finally says.
You stare at him. You didn’t expect him to confirm it, and now you don’t know how to react.
House, surprisingly unflinching, holds your gaze, as if daring you to look away. You don’t. Instead, you slowly bring your hand up to the side of his face, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb.
“If this is you letting me down gently, I-” House starts but you interrupt him with a kiss. It’s a slow kiss, but it’s not a tentative one. You know House’ lips too well by now. Instead, you gently push him onto his back and crawl onto him. Without breaking the kiss, you are now straddling his hips.
When you do break apart, House looks at you with glazed but alert eyes. “If you’re trying to distract me…”
“I’m gathering courage.” You murmur as you lean down to nip on his earlobe. House inhales sharply and his head falls back, giving you access to his throat.
While you press hot, open-mouthed kisses to his skin, you can feel his dick stir in his boxers. Experimentally, you roll your hips downward. It makes House groan loudly and his hands fly to your thighs. “Good grief, woman.” He breathes out.
You smirk. “Yes, baby?”
“I changed my mind.”
“About what?”
“I don’t care if you distract me…this is…fuck!” He moans as you reach down and stroke him through his boxers. You grip him firmly, knowing exactly how to touch him to make him lose his mind. You can tell by the wet spot that is forming where the tip of his dick is pressing against the fabric that it’s working.
He is already panting heavily, when you reach into his boxers and pull his cock out. It slaps against his stomach, leaking precum profusely. That is, before you even cup his balls, gently tugging on them, while your middle finger presses against his perineum.
“Fuck!” House calls out, his eyes rolling back. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”
You just chuckle and kiss down his body until you’re settled between his thighs. You press more kisses to the insides, lightly biting his flesh. It makes him twitch but not pull away. Instead, he props himself up against the headboard to watch you. Glancing up at him, you lean in to suck on his balls, playing with them in your mouth.
House stares at you like you’re a mythical creature. It causes your smirk to widen and go harder on him: one thumb massaging his taint, your mouth working his balls, your hand reaching up to stroke his dick slowly.
You can feel House’ thighs starting to shake around your shoulders, his eyes dark and wild. “Oh my…fuck…” He pants.
You let go of his balls with a pop to breathe, before you lean up to kiss along his shaft. You purposefully avoid the tip until House is a trembling mess and begs: “Please…please, I need to cum in your mouth. I need to…oh god…”
“Well, since you asked so nicely…” You murmur and finally tilt his dick up to take him into your mouth. House lets out a relieved sigh, falling back against the pillows.
You take him slow but steady, relentlessly pushing him toward his orgasm – which doesn’t take long; you already worked him up so well.
“I’m gonna- fuck, I’m gonna…” House mumbles incoherently, body tensing up. You don’t let up, feeling his dick pulse and swell against your tongue.
Then it only takes one more tug on his balls, one more press against his taint, and your tongue circling his tip, and he cums with a loud, obscene moan.
You don’t swallow immediately. Instead, you let it drip down your chin and his dick, purposefully making a mess. You come up for air but keep stroking him through it as a few more spurts of cum splatter over your hand.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” House repeats until he sags against the mattress, going limp. Only then do you gently take your hands away, rubbing his hips instead, helping him calm down.
His eyes are still closed, and his breathing hasn’t fully regulated itself yet, as you get off the bed and go to the bathroom to grab a wet towel. When you return, he still lies there, looking completely out of it, but is now staring at the ceiling.
Carefully, you clean his thighs, his crotch, and his stomach. House twitches at the contact but doesn’t stop you nor says anything.
When you’re done, having cleaned yourself too, you pull the blanket up to his waist and sit on the edge of the bed next to him. Blindly, House reaches for your hand.
“You okay?” You ask softly.
Finally, he turns his head and looks at you. His eyes are glassy and his pupils still wide.
Voice hoarse, he speaks up: “Marry me.”
You cannot help but laugh. “That good?”
“Good doesn’t even begin to describe it.”
You lean over and kiss him softly. House let’s out an almost-whine and his hands come up to hold your face tenderly.
As you break apart, House murmurs: “Your blowjob skill are a threat to national security.”
You laugh again, louder this time. And then, without thinking, you reply: “I love you too.”
Both House and you freeze for a moment, the words hanging between you. But it doesn’t stay like that for long. Instead, you’re on each other again. Not necessarily sexually, but intimately. Your kisses deep and desperate for each other.
“I loved you for so long.” House tells you quietly between kisses.
“I know.” You reply, breathless as you crawl back into bed with him.
“Of course you do.” He chuckles.
Then neither of you speak for a long time, and only the sounds of kissing can be heard.
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