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sick_wilson2011-07-18 07:24 pm
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Diagnosing Wilson
Summary: A double drabble inspired by Sekret Woid #6 Anemia.
Rating: I tried hard to keep this PG-13, but I might be wrong and would appreciate feedback. No violence nor explicit sex.
Word count: 200.
Warning: au/supernatural.
Disclaimer: don't own them.
ETA: I noticed I forgot the title. So now it has one.
House knew what Wilson wanted since he had sat down to a homemade gourmet dinner, and Wilson had slowly, deliberately removed his tie, then opened the two top buttons of his dress shirt, exposing the creamy skin of his neck. What's worse, he wanted the same. Fuck.
"I don't think it's a good idea."
"I didn't say anything."
"Your hand on my upper thigh spoke very eloquently."
Apparently Wilson decided touch was better than arguments, because seconds later his warmth was all over House's body, and a matching fire started burning inside him. House didn't fight the hands undressing him.
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House’s sense of touch recovered first, enjoying the delightful intimacy of Wilson’s closeness, bodily fluids dripping from his partner’s body onto his skin, welcome aftereffects of their physical love. He looked at Wilson, who was very pale, and had been getting easily tired recently.
“Wilson? You okay?”
“Of course. We should do this more often.”
Tomorrow he would have to figure out how to fake a diagnosis that would explain anemia and allow Wilson to receive regular transfusions. We could do it every night, he thought, getting hard with anticipation while licking the last droplet of blood from his fangs.
Rating: I tried hard to keep this PG-13, but I might be wrong and would appreciate feedback. No violence nor explicit sex.
Word count: 200.
Warning: au/supernatural.
Disclaimer: don't own them.
ETA: I noticed I forgot the title. So now it has one.
House knew what Wilson wanted since he had sat down to a homemade gourmet dinner, and Wilson had slowly, deliberately removed his tie, then opened the two top buttons of his dress shirt, exposing the creamy skin of his neck. What's worse, he wanted the same. Fuck.
"I don't think it's a good idea."
"I didn't say anything."
"Your hand on my upper thigh spoke very eloquently."
Apparently Wilson decided touch was better than arguments, because seconds later his warmth was all over House's body, and a matching fire started burning inside him. House didn't fight the hands undressing him.
______
House’s sense of touch recovered first, enjoying the delightful intimacy of Wilson’s closeness, bodily fluids dripping from his partner’s body onto his skin, welcome aftereffects of their physical love. He looked at Wilson, who was very pale, and had been getting easily tired recently.
“Wilson? You okay?”
“Of course. We should do this more often.”
Tomorrow he would have to figure out how to fake a diagnosis that would explain anemia and allow Wilson to receive regular transfusions. We could do it every night, he thought, getting hard with anticipation while licking the last droplet of blood from his fangs.
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Thank you for reading this!
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Also I adored this description: "...bodily fluids dripping from his partner’s body onto his skin, welcome aftereffects of their physical love."
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As for the bodily fluids, in the end there's one more than usual :).
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