Scheherazade
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damigellaSummary: Wilson’s antidepressants make him very sick, and House comes back to PPTH to help. Generic spoilers for Season 7.
Rating: Adult for sex.
Warning: Suicide attempt implied.
Word Count: 1001.
Note: Ten connected drabbles (the last one of 101 words) for my kink_bingo card entry Dirty Talk.
“Thanks for coming to Newark, Foreman. I still can’t believe Wilson had cheese and wine while on MAOIs. How am I supposed to be of help without a license anyway?”
“Wilson’s stable but unresponsive, and we thought you should take part in trying to wake him up.”
“I’m sure Cuddy will have a welcome party for me, with police attending.”
“She withdrew all charges against you after she got paid and moved to Seattle. I’m acting Dean until they hire a replacement, and I’ve arranged for you to get the night shift so you don’t have to meet anyone else.”
_____
“Hi, Wilson.”
“See there? He can hear you.”
“Doesn’t mean he can understand what I say.”
“I think he just needs to have something worth waking up to.”
House and Foreman exchanged a wordless look in the MRI control room.
There was no need to say the words “suicide attempt”.
“You’ll have four hours with him every night. I’ll make sure you have privacy.”
“So what’s his family doing with him, in the daytime?”
“Playing music he used to like, reading novels and poems. But none of them has been close to him in the last twenty years. You have.”
______
“I wish we weren’t here, but at the condo. I would enjoy having you powerless. First thing I would undress you completely, and turn you belly down. I remember your creamy back from the massage, and now I would be the one touching you. And I wouldn’t stop at the waist, nor use my hands only.”
House had decided to improvise, choosing a topic guaranteed to have a strong effect on Wilson. Whatever the effect was.
“I’d alternate tongue and fingers on your skin, from your nape to the bottom of your feet. Your heart rate would go up fast.”
_____
“I’d turn you around, and run my fingers through your hair, over your cheekbones, around your face, down your throat. So many years of hopeless waiting would end. I’d barely kiss your lips, then I’ll suck hard enough to give you a hickey over your collarbone. You would whimper as I did it again on the other side, while my fingers would tease your nipples.”
House checked the monitor: Wilson’s heartbeat and brain activity were both increasing. He resisted the temptation to let his hands wander.
“I’d kiss and suck and lick one nipple at a time, enjoying your moans.”
_____
“I would then notice your cock grown hard. I’ve seen you naked, but never erect. I’d smell you first, your cock and your balls and your ass crack. I’d open your thighs wide so that I could see as well.”
House pushed Wilson’s ankles apart under the bedspread, then sat back on the visitor’s chair, and on his own hands.
“My fingers would fondle your pale skin and the dark hair shading it, playing the music of physical pleasure on that most attractive keyboard. I would concentrate on your cock until it starts leaking, checking your slit with my fingertips.”
_____
Was that an erection?
“It would be time for my mouth to play. I would start by licking along the shaft, then I would suck just the bright red head, while my fingers played with your balls. And then, suddenly, you wouldn’t be passive anymore. You would push inside me, start moaning and fucking my mouth.”
Definitely an erection.
“I would sneak my smallest finger into your mouth, then start circling your ass with it. Your movements inside me would become frantic, and I would sneak my long, wet, muscular piano-player finger in, hitting your prostate again and again.”
______
A tiny wet spot was now visible above Wilson’s penis’ tip.
“Pleasure would jolt you back to consciousness. You’d grab me and pull my face against yours, your tongue would taste mine while your left hand would half undress me, then stroke both of us together.”
Wilson’s breathing was faster, the heart rate further up.
“I would whisper in your ear that I love you, and I’ve loved you for a long time. You would stop the kissing and the stroking, tell me that you’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. You would insist we do it properly.”
_____
“You would hand me the lube and ask me to prepare you. Tell me to be gentle, because it’s your first time. And a dream coming true.”
A few more droplets had joined the first one. House opened his fly, folded his hand around his own aching cock.
“I would slowly enter you. You would hiss in pain, but immediately tell me to go on when I would stop. I would inch forward until I’m completely inside you, and we would both stand still, enjoying the closeness. Then I’d start moving, carefully at first, then losing control, harder and deeper.”
_____
“Too soon your tightness and my desire would bring me over the edge, but I would make sure to stroke your cock so that we would come together.”
Nobody was touching Wilson, and yet his cock was twitching until sperm soaked the bedspread. House only noticed he’d come himself by the wetness on his fingers.
“You’d reach a hand down and bring it back to your nose and mouth, saying you want to know me in every way.”
House moved his wet fingers below Wilson’s nose, and the nostrils flared. Wilson’s heart rate and breathing slowly went back to normal.
_____
“Long time no see.”
“In the end I needn’t have interrupted my vacation. Your mom’s singing woke you up.”
“It did, but I’m still glad to see you. Foreman told me you visited, but I can’t remember any of it.”
“You didn’t miss much. Just be more careful with side effects, will you?”
“Why don’t you make sure of this?”
“What do you mean?”
“Come home with me. Your condo was sold to repay Cuddy’s damage, and I got your instruments and books.”
“You mean... indefinitely?”
Wilson’s dimpled smile shone, happiness in his eyes.
“I like your bedtime stories.”
Manipulative bitch.
Rating: Adult for sex.
Warning: Suicide attempt implied.
Word Count: 1001.
Note: Ten connected drabbles (the last one of 101 words) for my kink_bingo card entry Dirty Talk.
“Thanks for coming to Newark, Foreman. I still can’t believe Wilson had cheese and wine while on MAOIs. How am I supposed to be of help without a license anyway?”
“Wilson’s stable but unresponsive, and we thought you should take part in trying to wake him up.”
“I’m sure Cuddy will have a welcome party for me, with police attending.”
“She withdrew all charges against you after she got paid and moved to Seattle. I’m acting Dean until they hire a replacement, and I’ve arranged for you to get the night shift so you don’t have to meet anyone else.”
_____
“Hi, Wilson.”
“See there? He can hear you.”
“Doesn’t mean he can understand what I say.”
“I think he just needs to have something worth waking up to.”
House and Foreman exchanged a wordless look in the MRI control room.
There was no need to say the words “suicide attempt”.
“You’ll have four hours with him every night. I’ll make sure you have privacy.”
“So what’s his family doing with him, in the daytime?”
“Playing music he used to like, reading novels and poems. But none of them has been close to him in the last twenty years. You have.”
______
“I wish we weren’t here, but at the condo. I would enjoy having you powerless. First thing I would undress you completely, and turn you belly down. I remember your creamy back from the massage, and now I would be the one touching you. And I wouldn’t stop at the waist, nor use my hands only.”
House had decided to improvise, choosing a topic guaranteed to have a strong effect on Wilson. Whatever the effect was.
“I’d alternate tongue and fingers on your skin, from your nape to the bottom of your feet. Your heart rate would go up fast.”
_____
“I’d turn you around, and run my fingers through your hair, over your cheekbones, around your face, down your throat. So many years of hopeless waiting would end. I’d barely kiss your lips, then I’ll suck hard enough to give you a hickey over your collarbone. You would whimper as I did it again on the other side, while my fingers would tease your nipples.”
House checked the monitor: Wilson’s heartbeat and brain activity were both increasing. He resisted the temptation to let his hands wander.
“I’d kiss and suck and lick one nipple at a time, enjoying your moans.”
_____
“I would then notice your cock grown hard. I’ve seen you naked, but never erect. I’d smell you first, your cock and your balls and your ass crack. I’d open your thighs wide so that I could see as well.”
House pushed Wilson’s ankles apart under the bedspread, then sat back on the visitor’s chair, and on his own hands.
“My fingers would fondle your pale skin and the dark hair shading it, playing the music of physical pleasure on that most attractive keyboard. I would concentrate on your cock until it starts leaking, checking your slit with my fingertips.”
_____
Was that an erection?
“It would be time for my mouth to play. I would start by licking along the shaft, then I would suck just the bright red head, while my fingers played with your balls. And then, suddenly, you wouldn’t be passive anymore. You would push inside me, start moaning and fucking my mouth.”
Definitely an erection.
“I would sneak my smallest finger into your mouth, then start circling your ass with it. Your movements inside me would become frantic, and I would sneak my long, wet, muscular piano-player finger in, hitting your prostate again and again.”
______
A tiny wet spot was now visible above Wilson’s penis’ tip.
“Pleasure would jolt you back to consciousness. You’d grab me and pull my face against yours, your tongue would taste mine while your left hand would half undress me, then stroke both of us together.”
Wilson’s breathing was faster, the heart rate further up.
“I would whisper in your ear that I love you, and I’ve loved you for a long time. You would stop the kissing and the stroking, tell me that you’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. You would insist we do it properly.”
_____
“You would hand me the lube and ask me to prepare you. Tell me to be gentle, because it’s your first time. And a dream coming true.”
A few more droplets had joined the first one. House opened his fly, folded his hand around his own aching cock.
“I would slowly enter you. You would hiss in pain, but immediately tell me to go on when I would stop. I would inch forward until I’m completely inside you, and we would both stand still, enjoying the closeness. Then I’d start moving, carefully at first, then losing control, harder and deeper.”
_____
“Too soon your tightness and my desire would bring me over the edge, but I would make sure to stroke your cock so that we would come together.”
Nobody was touching Wilson, and yet his cock was twitching until sperm soaked the bedspread. House only noticed he’d come himself by the wetness on his fingers.
“You’d reach a hand down and bring it back to your nose and mouth, saying you want to know me in every way.”
House moved his wet fingers below Wilson’s nose, and the nostrils flared. Wilson’s heart rate and breathing slowly went back to normal.
_____
“Long time no see.”
“In the end I needn’t have interrupted my vacation. Your mom’s singing woke you up.”
“It did, but I’m still glad to see you. Foreman told me you visited, but I can’t remember any of it.”
“You didn’t miss much. Just be more careful with side effects, will you?”
“Why don’t you make sure of this?”
“What do you mean?”
“Come home with me. Your condo was sold to repay Cuddy’s damage, and I got your instruments and books.”
“You mean... indefinitely?”
Wilson’s dimpled smile shone, happiness in his eyes.
“I like your bedtime stories.”
Manipulative bitch.
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Date: 2011-07-18 10:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-18 03:13 pm (UTC)And yes, his idea is that if such talking can't wake Wilson up it's unlikely any childhood song will ;).
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Date: 2011-07-18 11:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-18 04:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-18 11:16 am (UTC)I also rather like the way you wrote Foreman, not so much offering overt comfort in his "just-the-facts" explanation of what happened, but offering a more subtle comfort in getting House the night shift to watch over Wilson, allowing House more time alone to freely spend with Wilson.
Also, that was pretty hot. ;)
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Date: 2011-07-18 04:23 pm (UTC)I think he started it without really knowing were he was heading to, and got carried away by his own imagination (and Wilson's reaction, too).
Foreman seemed so under-used in S7 (just being the friend-of-Taub wasn't enough): I stole the idea of him becoming Dean from (I think) justjuly4, and I think he really gets House (and more Wilson then he's willing to acknowledge).
Also, that was pretty hot. ;)
Thank you :).
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Date: 2011-07-18 01:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-18 04:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-18 01:51 pm (UTC)LOL.
(I like Yarroway's new term for your story, "Recovery Smut")
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Date: 2011-07-18 04:26 pm (UTC)Thank you for your comment and especially for reading this, I know you don't read explicit stuff usually.
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Date: 2011-07-18 02:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-18 04:39 pm (UTC)[Were you serious in promising a drabble even if Japan won? That was so awesome! As good as Uruguay's penalty win against Argentina.]
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Date: 2011-07-18 05:48 pm (UTC)I was actually a little down after the game! But it was a good game, fun to watch!
I will miss Han Solo & Co.!
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Date: 2011-07-20 08:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-18 04:11 pm (UTC)Worth waking up to, indeed! Sexy yet sweet, my favorite kind!
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Date: 2011-07-18 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-18 04:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-18 04:28 pm (UTC)I'm especially glad you found Foreman IC since I was inspired by an idea of yours - namely, he could take Cuddy's place as Dean.
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Date: 2011-07-18 04:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-19 07:47 pm (UTC)I wish I had House nearby to tell me such things in my sleep.
Ah, wouldn't we all :).
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Date: 2011-07-18 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-07-21 09:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-21 05:08 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for the lovely comment!