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Wilson knocked on the glass door. Fortunately, she invited him in, so she wasn’t very busy. He stopped in front of the desk and hesistated, then lied his palms on the table, leaning on it. She merely raised her eyebrows at the gesture, now assuming whatever he came here for wasn’t proffesional.
„Remember those flowers House sent me?”
She had asked him about those flowers shortly after House had mentioned them, smelling a scheme. His confusion had quickly turned into a mix of annoyance, embarassment and anger (typical House-is-a-complete-ass expression), then he had stormed off without any explanation, nay, any word. Rude, but perfectly relatable.
She leaned closer to the desk, curious. „What was that about?”
”The flowers were supposed to be from you, there was even a note with ‚love, Lisa’ written on it. And x’s, don’t forget the x’s.” He felt the anger come back and build up inside him, although part of him was already laughing at the pretty nice stunt House had pulled off.
„Oh, god.” She chuckled humorlessly, bringing her hand to her forehead. „Because of the play.”
”Because of the play. So I told him that I was going to march into your office and kiss you. He had the chance to stop me.” He pointed his finger accusingly. „I straight up told him that I’ll probably get fired.” His voice was getting slightly louder with every word. „He encouraged me.”
„Well, I wouldn’t fire you…” Her voice trailed off. „I can’t imagine you kissing me out of the blue like that, on the other hand.”
”What are you planning to do?” She set her arms on the desk.
„I was going to tell him off… But now…” He began to smirk.
„You want to play along?” She guessed, corners of her mouth twitching up.
He just smiled evilly in response.
”What’s the plan?” She’d usually rather stay out of… this, but House deserved something for using her like that.
”I was thinking that I did march into here and kissed you. Then you kissed me back and asked for some time to think.” He took his hands off the table and started gesturing mildly.
”That… sounds great.” She smiled and let herself back up on the chair a little.
This was going to be fun.
***
This was going to be fun, thought House as he sipped the now cold coffee. Cuddy wouldn’t fire Wilson, she’d probably assume it was a bet. He just hoped they would be too embarassed to actually get around to the talking part, because that’s where he’d be screwed.
After rocking to some roll (lame, he thought) and pretending to do paperwork (even lamer) he decided to check up on Wilson. Maybe the lobby was already stirring up with gossip.
He went straight to the office, not bothering to check on the ground floor.
Wilson was lying in the dark, on the couch usually reserved for House (how dare he take his place!), his hands on his face. A pose very typical for him.
”So?” House asked, trying to hide his satisfactory grin.
”I kissed her.” Wilson sighed and rubbed his forehead, sounding… woeful would be the right adjective. It was easier to hide his emotions behind his palms.
”And?” He heard. He’s enjoying this, that manipulative bastard. At least House tried to sound concerned.
Wilson paused dramatically before delivering.
”She kissed me back.”
That House did not expect. Maybe it was automatic slut impulse? No, that didn’t make sense. She did have feelings for Wilson? The play really was a subconcious metaphor for a date! He was right, after all! He was joking, though. He was playing around. He started pulling the strings from boredom, not to prove something. Or did he want to bring them together, unknowingly?
Wilson and Cuddy, Wilson and Cuddy… Wuddy ?
He didn’t even hear what happened after. Couldn’t get to these conclusions faster, idiot?
„What happened next?” House asked, now genuinely curious.
”She… she asked for some time to think. I don’t know House, was this… she kissed back, House. She kissed back. And the flowers. I,-” Wilson was hoping to get the best effect possible. He was pretty impressed with himself. He put the hands down, partially because he wanted to see House’s face.
House was trying to remain as calm as possible. He nodded and limped out of the room with an unusual speed. He needed to talk to Cuddy.
Wilson was suprised with the lack of witty retorts. Either House didn’t care at all, or he cared badly. Or he had an epiphany. Unlikely, since his case was already solved.
He smiled with satisfaction just after the door had shut loudly. That ass.