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Life Imitates Art Plus PWP drabble
Apparently my husband has figured out what he lacked to get my full attention. Today he came home limping, on crutches (very ugly crutches - I'm sure House would rather crawl on the floor than use them) but at least for the moment I have my very own 50+ cripple to play with. And he's in a very Housian bad mood, too. Muskelriss/torn muscle, and if he's not careful it could become permanent.
“Are you up already?”
Long legs were stretched out on the coffee table, elegant fingers sifted through a box of old letters.
“Those are mine! Private!”
“I read the juiciest ones already.” House smirked. “So Bonnie was a virgin when you two met? And you could make her come by...”
Wilson’s pride overpowered his reserve. “Bonnie never lied to me.”
House laughed louder. “If you could convince me of that, I’d pay as much lobster as you can eat!”
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House eyed the empty dishes. “Was everything fresh enough?”
“Definitely. And yet it wasn’t the tastiest thing I’ve eaten today.”
“Are you up already?”
Long legs were stretched out on the coffee table, elegant fingers sifted through a box of old letters.
“Those are mine! Private!”
“I read the juiciest ones already.” House smirked. “So Bonnie was a virgin when you two met? And you could make her come by...”
Wilson’s pride overpowered his reserve. “Bonnie never lied to me.”
House laughed louder. “If you could convince me of that, I’d pay as much lobster as you can eat!”
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House eyed the empty dishes. “Was everything fresh enough?”
“Definitely. And yet it wasn’t the tastiest thing I’ve eaten today.”