In Vino Veritas
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sick_wilson! How better to celebrate than with a fanfic? I love the Cuddy/Wilson interactions (evil grin).
Title: In Vino Veritas
Spoilers: post-ep for Season 7 Ep 18
Summary: Excessive drinking can bring people to either share information they should keep private or loose control of their actions. Written for thesick_wilson pic prompt challenge #5.
Warning: Drunken violence.
Rating: M.
Word Count: ~400
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the House, MD characters, which is good since I tend to kill them.
Wilson finished the second bottle of wine. Or was it the third? Cuddy couldn't remember. She had been drinking quite a bit herself, but by far not as much as her Head of Oncology.
"Thanks for keeping me company and let me blow off steam tonight, Wilson. I couldn't be alone on what should have been our first anniversary. But now I should call a cab and go home."
"Do that. And don't worry, Cuddy. First the hookers, then Dominika, now he's fascinated with Thirteen, but it won't last."
"I know. But I feel so unreasonably jealous."
"Ahahaha! You jealous. You." Wilson managed to open another bottle and drink about a third of it without bothering with a glass. "I'm the one who should be jealous. But he'll come back to me, because I'm the only one who gives him what he needs."
"You…what are you talking about, Wilson?"
The oncologist laughed, looking very much like he had when she first met him: young and boyish and red-cheeked. "How do you think he would have lasted almost one year with you who refused to do it, if not for me?"
She started thinking. Her eyes widened. He couldn't mean…
"Really long, luscious rimming, followed by vigorous ass-fuck. Stacy kept him five years by having an agile tongue and a large strap-on, but House claims her licking skills were nothing to mine, and that I'm hung like a porn star. Plus, throbbing flesh is better than silicon."
"You…"
"Two to three times a week all through your relationship. Usually after lunch in Oncology's supply room." Wilson straightened up, his eyes shined proudly. "He claims I'm the only one who ever managed to make him come without touching his dick."
*****
The ER crew didn't know where to start. Large purple bruises, deep bites, long scratches. Once on the ground he had been kicked and, apparently, stomped upon by pointed, high-heeled shoes. Several ribs were broken as well as two fingers in the left hand, and it was yet unclear whether he just had a third degree concussion or a hairline skull fracture. At least he was now regaining consciousness.
"Dr. Wilson, can you remember what happened?"
"Not really. I was very drunk and the attack was sudden and fast. It was like being hit by a tornado."
sick_wilson! How better to celebrate than with a fanfic? I love the Cuddy/Wilson interactions (evil grin).Title: In Vino Veritas
Spoilers: post-ep for Season 7 Ep 18
Summary: Excessive drinking can bring people to either share information they should keep private or loose control of their actions. Written for the
sick_wilson pic prompt challenge #5.Warning: Drunken violence.
Rating: M.
Word Count: ~400
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the House, MD characters, which is good since I tend to kill them.
Wilson finished the second bottle of wine. Or was it the third? Cuddy couldn't remember. She had been drinking quite a bit herself, but by far not as much as her Head of Oncology.
"Thanks for keeping me company and let me blow off steam tonight, Wilson. I couldn't be alone on what should have been our first anniversary. But now I should call a cab and go home."
"Do that. And don't worry, Cuddy. First the hookers, then Dominika, now he's fascinated with Thirteen, but it won't last."
"I know. But I feel so unreasonably jealous."
"Ahahaha! You jealous. You." Wilson managed to open another bottle and drink about a third of it without bothering with a glass. "I'm the one who should be jealous. But he'll come back to me, because I'm the only one who gives him what he needs."
"You…what are you talking about, Wilson?"
The oncologist laughed, looking very much like he had when she first met him: young and boyish and red-cheeked. "How do you think he would have lasted almost one year with you who refused to do it, if not for me?"
She started thinking. Her eyes widened. He couldn't mean…
"Really long, luscious rimming, followed by vigorous ass-fuck. Stacy kept him five years by having an agile tongue and a large strap-on, but House claims her licking skills were nothing to mine, and that I'm hung like a porn star. Plus, throbbing flesh is better than silicon."
"You…"
"Two to three times a week all through your relationship. Usually after lunch in Oncology's supply room." Wilson straightened up, his eyes shined proudly. "He claims I'm the only one who ever managed to make him come without touching his dick."
*****
The ER crew didn't know where to start. Large purple bruises, deep bites, long scratches. Once on the ground he had been kicked and, apparently, stomped upon by pointed, high-heeled shoes. Several ribs were broken as well as two fingers in the left hand, and it was yet unclear whether he just had a third degree concussion or a hairline skull fracture. At least he was now regaining consciousness.
"Dr. Wilson, can you remember what happened?"
"Not really. I was very drunk and the attack was sudden and fast. It was like being hit by a tornado."
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Date: 2011-04-29 06:12 am (UTC)Thank you for the comment (and yes, I did hope the last line to be a surprise).