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House is in his office, utterly bored. He's leaning back on his chair, his legs propped up on his desk and his tennis ball spinning between his hands while he's contemplating his thoughts.
It's been 3 weeks, almost a month, since the diagnostic department had an interesting case, or one that he considered noteworthy enough to spend his time on. Lately, the department was, more often than not, empty. House doesn't care, he let his team sort the boring patients, as he spends his time napping and checking in his clinic hours at the same time.
It wasn't surprising when someone among his team made a comment that turned into a joke, that eventually became a bet, to which House readily accepted. Shenanigans ensued and money were exchanged, people offended and victories earned. Another point was added for House on the whiteboard.
In his boredom he has scared the new interns, harassed Cuddy, annoyed all of the nurses, played golf on top of the hospital's roof and destroyed random people's car windshields, raided the pharmacy several times, found three alternative ways to break in Wilson's apartment without using the keys he already owns and was given willingly, and many other things just to amuse himself.
House looks up when he hears his office's door opens, the sound pulling him out of his mind.
It's Wilson at the door, a folder under his arm and a coffee is in his hand. He comes into the room with a charming smile on his face.
"bored?" he asks like he doesn't already know.
"are you kidding me?" House replies deadpan, before his face breaks, there's amusement in the small uplift of the corner of his mouth.
It wasn't exactly a secret that Wilson and House have become a couple, but it's still a recent update on their relationship, even if it was turning out to be shockingly easy and terrifying comfortable, as he feels oddly vulnerable and intimate with Wilson. It was like House could drop his armor and not be afraid to end up bleeding, not be afraid to be poked at, like they were already a couple and they didn't even realize it, but now they do and he doesn't know how to feel about that. For now House didn't want to think too hard, so he pulls himself out of his thoughts again, refocusing on Wilson, who was parched on his desk, the folder he was previously holding is placed innocently next to him, he's sipping his coffee, looking at him back fondly. It was almost disgusting if House didn't enjoy the attention.
"What? Do I not get a morning kiss?" He says, leaning back to look up at Wilson and letting their gaze meet. An ever growing cheeky smile appears on House's face.
"It's almost lunch..." Wilson points out arching one of his brushy eyebrows in doubt, his delighted smile is betraying his words. After all, the bickering was part of their game and he shouldn't give in so easily.
"Irrelevant" remarks House dismissively.
"Your office is made of glass" Wilson tries to point out next.
"Again: Irrelevant" barks House in response.
"You're the one who doesn't want to show everybody how soft you really are" Wilson whips out as a last resort to reason with the older man.
Mischief crosses House's eyes. He slowly lifts his bad leg, placing it on the ground and then rolling his chair, he moves himself closer to Wilson.
"Kiss me. I dare you" House challenges, looking up defiantly at Wilson.
The younger man smirks wickedly, he puts his mug of coffee down and then he places his hands on House's shoulders. Wilson leans down, his hands moving, touching and tracing invisible patterns, causing the other man to shiver involuntarily as a sigh escapes him. Then Wilson shifts closer, both their eyes closing in synchronization and their heads turning to perfectly meet each other's lips. It's soft and gentle, it's everything they never allowed themselves to be.
House grabs Wilson's shirt, trying to pull him as near as possible, the latter stumbles and ends up having to hold his part of his weight on the chair House is sitting on.
Wilson can feel House's smug grin against his lips and he bites them back playfully. He can feel fingers at the back of his neck pulling him down and other ones tugging his tie.
House hums content. Kissing Wilson is intoxicating, how he makes him feel is intoxicating. House could never get enough of it, he fears he's already too far gone for the other man, he could never get bored of him and how much Wilson can make him feel.