Comment Fics - House/Wilson
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menolly_auCharacters: House/Wilson
Rating: Mostly PG, one maybe R
Spoilers: Up to about the middle of season 6
Words: approx 2400 in total
Warnings: A couple have mild BDSM themes (warned on individual ficlet) but mostly they're fairly schmoopy :)
These are some of the ficlets I wrote in response to prompts for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic a couple of years ago and haven't posted anywhere else. These ones are all House/Wilson but mostly PG with a couple verging on R, nothing explicit. They are mostly set around season 5 and 6, and I should warn for a sugar overdose on some of them :) Throwing them up on here in case anyone wants to read.
Swapping Clothes
At first Wilson thought it was an accident. House had stumbled out of bed late in the morning and pulled on a pair of Wilson's socks (Wilson's very expensive ergonomically designed socks!). Wilson had said nothing at the time. Later at work, as he watched House pace up and down the corridor outside his office, he glanced at his lover's feet and felt a glow inside at the thought that his socks were covering House's feet.
The next thing was his bathrobe. There could be no possible way of mistaking their bathrobes. House's was old and tatty, at least 20 years out of date in style, Wilson's was imported, soft and luxurious. Yet there was House walking around the apartment with it on, covering his wet naked body.
After that Wilson began to fight back. When House came home the next night he was cooking dinner while wearing House's old hoodie. When he had a difficult board meeting ahead of him he'd wear one of House's old T-shirts underneath a dark coloured shirt and take some comfort from that little bit of House touching his skin.
There were clothes they didn't swap of course. Wilson's ties were his alone (except for that one that House borrowed for five minutes to impress a patient's mother). Wilson tried on a pair of House's jeans but couldn't get them buttoned around his waist and would have tripped on the hems anyway. House gave him a smug look at his failure as he paraded around with one of Wilson's business shirts unbuttoned over his T-shirt. Wilson tried on House's trucker cap and shades but decided he just looked silly (much like House did when he wore them).
In the end of course there was only one garment left, a much more intimate garment. When Wilson was alone in his office he would slide his hand down his pants and touch the fabric of House's boxers. A thrill would shoot through him as he imagined where these boxers had been before.
It was perhaps unfortunate that Wilson's boxers were all labelled neatly with his name and that House was wearing them when he was taken to the emergency department after the latest of his insane stunts.
It was doubly unfortunate that Cameron was there, dutifully stripped House's unconscious body of its clothes and came across the boxers, silk and French and definitely not something House would own. She read the name on the label and stared at Wilson who blushed. He reached over and snatched them out of her hand.
Well House's mother had always told him that he should wear clean underwear in case he was in an accident. She never said it had to be his own underwear.
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The history of the toothbrush and its many functions
House had always thought that a toothbrush was a fairly mundane object. You brought one, maybe once or twice a year, used it until all its bristles were poking out at odd angles and then threw it away and moved on to the next one. You only ever had one working toothbrush, and it would sit all alone in a jar on the bathroom counter.
It turned out that Wilson had other ideas about toothbrushes. He would use his for only a couple of weeks before buying another one. He didn't throw the old one away however. Instead he converted it to a cleaning tool. Each old toothbrush had an assigned purpose. One was used to clean around the faucets in the bathroom, one did the tiles and grouting, another was used in the laundry, another to clean his keyboard, clean his razor etc. etc. House didn't know how he kept them all straight but if House dared to rotate them around Wilson would pause, look at the offending toothbrush and glare at House. Then all the toothbrushes would be gathered, and cleaned and then reassigned according to some toothbrush hierarchy that was known only to Wilson.
So House let Wilson have his toothbrush obsession. He didn't much care what Wilson did with the old toothbrushes after all. The important thing was that now, when House was finished cleaning his teeth and put the toothbrush in the jar, it wasn't alone any more, Wilson's was always there, nestling up against it.
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Silk ties and bed posts
(Warning - mild BDSM themes)
Cameron tentatively pushed the door open to Wilson's apartment. It was true that House had given her a key and asked her to retrieve a journal from his apartment. It was also true that this was House, and one couldn't discount the possibility that this was some sort of trap to lure the unwary.
Still the apartment seemed quiet and orderly, and she made her way down the hallway towards House's room. The journal was lying on the bedside table, just as he had described it and she gathered it up and turned to go.
She caught a flash of colour in the corner of her vision and turned back. There, tied around the bed post was a tie. As she stared at it blankly she had a flash of recognition. That was one of Wilson's ties, one House had many times made fun of. Once she saw one tie she saw the others, around each bedpost was one of Wilson's ties.
She couldn't help her mind forming images. Wilson tied down with his own ties, House moving on top of him, licking his way down his body, teasing him...Or, House tied down, Wilson having him at his mercy, maybe another tie stuffed into House's mouth, silencing him. She stretched out a hand and felt the tie, the material was slightly wet to her touch and she jerked back. She stuffed the journal in her bag and rushed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her and trying to think of anything else but her boss and his best friend going at it like rabbits.
When Wilson came into their bedroom that night he frowned at his ties tied around the bedposts.
"House, why are my ties here? " He fussed at the knot on one. "You've ruined them, the materials all stretched out..."
House grinned at him.
"Cameron is beginning to think I'm her new best friend and started confiding her troubles to me. I just gave her a little something to think about."
Wilson glared at him.
"We weren't going to tell anyone yet, House."
"Oh relax. She doesn't know whether I'm just playing with her or whether we really are doing mad sex games in here every night. Until she gets over this she won't be bothering me for a while."
Wilson kept fingering the material, his eyes darting from the ties to where House lay stretched out on the bed, arms and legs splayed. They'd never actually used anything like this, but they were here now, and House was there, and...
"It isn't going to be half as fun if I have to tie them around my wrists myself Wilson." House snapped at him finally. "Stop dithering like an old woman and get to it."
Wilson grinned.
Wilson got to it
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Riding into the sunset
Wilson was bone weary when he stumbled out of his car and began to make his way up to their apartment. It had been a very long day and he'd spent all afternoon comforting the parents of a young child who had passed away that day. He'd promised House he'd come home earlier today but it just hadn't been possible.
"Hey Wilson!"
He turned around to see House leaning on his motorcycle which was parked on the pavement. A couple of saddlebags were slung over the bike and his heart sunk. Had House had enough? Was this going to be yet another 'divorce'.
"House, I'm sorry....I couldn't leave. A child died..."
House limped over to him and stood in front of him, one hand reaching out to brush his hand in greeting. To his surprise House didn't appear annoyed, instead there was eager anticipation in
his eyes.
"Come on, we're going to blow this joint."
"House, I'm not up for going out, I'm exhausted.."
"We're not going out. We're going."
"Going..."
"Leaving, departing, taking off, travelling Jimmy. Time to leave all this behind us and hit the open road."
Wilson stared at him.
"I don't have a time for a holiday House! The budgets coming up, I have appointments, schedules, conferences..."
"Not a holiday Wilson. " House gestured towards the bike. "Essentials are in those bags, everything else we leave behind. Cuddy will look after it for us. I've sent in our resignations. She was a bit mad to start with but I explained it to her and she's on board."
"House! " Wilson waved his arms wildly. "We can't just leave!!" Even as he was saying it a small bit of hope was growing in him. A weight was already beginning to lift off his shoulders. The thought of not having to go back into the hospital tomorrow and face more dying people was very appealing.
"The way you've been going Wilson, you'll end up in Mayfield too. Believe me when I tell you that being crazy isn't all it's made out to be." House stared at him intently. "Its time for a change Jimmy. "
Wilson stared at the bike, at the bags and then at House. Slowly he grinned.
"Okay."
House grinned at him.
"Race you to the bike."
When they were both seated and House was gunning the engine Wilson slipped his arms around House's waist and held on tight.
"Where are we heading House?"
House turned back to him and they bumped helmets.
"Second star to the right Jimmy, and straight on till morning." He grinned when Wilson rolled his eyes at him. "I've always wanted to say that." He turned around and flipped down his visor, gunning the engine, Wilson gripped him even tighter.
The bike roared off down the street as the sun dipped below the horizon.
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A couple who has been together many years discovers or tries a particular kink for the first time
(Warning - mild BDSM themes)
"I think I'm dead." Wilson collapsed in a heap on the bed. He stared at the ceiling.
"God House, that was fantastic!" He closed his eyes as he replayed it in his head. The way House had looked beneath him, his muscles quivering, his body slightly trembling. Unbelievably he felt himself begin to harden again just from the memory. "All these years and we've never tried that before. I can't believe it. If we'd only known how good it would be...."
Wilson lay there for a while, lost in his hazy memories. Ten years with House and there were still surprises.
Finally he heard a muffled moan invade his inner peace. Eyes snapping open he looked to the right.
Where House was still lying, blindfolded, gagged and trussed to the headboard of the bed.
"Oh House!" Wilson guiltily scrambled to release his lover. He was tempted to leave the gag in for a while longer but quickly slipped it out. "Sorry, I was just..."
"Lying there like an absolute girl and carrying on about how wonderful the whole thing was." House grumbled, stretching his arms out to get some life back into them. "Oh House, oh it was so special, oh it was so wonderful, oh, I've been waiting my whole life for this."
"Well, it was fantastic. " Wilson defended himself. Then a trace of uncertainty crossed his face. "Wasn't it?"
House scowled at him for a long minute then relented.
"Yeah, it didn't suck."
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Motorcycle ride
"You're late."
Wilson came into the apartment and sat down with a heavy sigh.
"Andie died."
Dying children were the worst aspect of Wilson's chosen career. Andie had been special to him, and to House although he would never admit it. Two years ago House had helped keep her alive against all the odds.
"Two years. That's more than you gave her at the time."
"And about sixty years short of what she should have had."
House surveyed his partner.
"Come on, we're going out." He rose and snatched two bike helmets off the stand near the door, tossing one to Wilson.
"House, I'm not in the mood..."
"Trust me." House said with a smirk and Wilson gave in, he had long since learned that going along with House was a lot easier in the long run.
Wilson had to admit he felt a bit better as he sat behind House, his arms wrapped around him, his chest up against House's back. House was an excellent, if somewhat reckless, rider and the bike gave Wilson a sense of freedom as they roared through the countryside and out of Princeton. The only things that mattered were the bike, and House.
It had been Andie who had spurred House into buying a bike, that and Wilson's taunting words - challenging him to take a risk, to start living his life again, to leave behind the pain and misery of his infarction. The bike had given House back some freedom from his pain and from his disability, his willingness to take a risk had given him Wilson.
House stopped the bike on a deserted hill outside Princeton and pulled Wilson off and towards him, kissing him gently.
Wilson relaxed in his lover's embrace.
"I'm glad I was wrong House. I'm sorry she's dead but I'm glad that she didn't outlive you."
"I'm sorry she's dead too Wilson. The way I was going... I could have been dead, or in jail by now. I'm glad I took a walk outside. I'm glad I took a chance on you."
They stayed there, wrapped in each other's arms until the sun set and then they slowly rode back into Princeton.
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"I don´t like road trips."
"I don't like road trips."
"This is not a road trip House. This is a two hour drive to a medical conference. We are not setting off on a wild adventure across America. We are driving through peak hour traffic."
"Well you're in a crabby mood - didn't get any this morning?"
"I would have got some if you hadn't left it to the last minute to wake up. I left plenty of time this morning, it was you who made us late."
"Only takes five minutes to get dressed."
"Some of us don't like to look like we have just rolled out of bed every day. Some of us like to take a bit of pride in our appearance."
"Just because I don't take two hours to blow dry my hair..."
"What's left of it you mean."
"Oh, snap! What rapier sharp wit you have there Wilson."
"Put the window back up, House. I have the air conditioning on."
"This Volvo is the most boring car in existence. Should of taken the bike. You could have sat up close behind me, put your arms around me, snuggled into my neck like you do. Bike thrumming underneath us..."
"House, I'm trying to drive, take your hand out of my crotch!"
"You're no fun at all, Jimmy boy. Are we nearly there yet? "
"We've only been on the road ten minutes House. Can't you just sit back and relax?"
"I need to pee."
"I hate road trips."
Rating: Mostly PG, one maybe R
Spoilers: Up to about the middle of season 6
Words: approx 2400 in total
Warnings: A couple have mild BDSM themes (warned on individual ficlet) but mostly they're fairly schmoopy :)
These are some of the ficlets I wrote in response to prompts for
comment_fic a couple of years ago and haven't posted anywhere else. These ones are all House/Wilson but mostly PG with a couple verging on R, nothing explicit. They are mostly set around season 5 and 6, and I should warn for a sugar overdose on some of them :) Throwing them up on here in case anyone wants to read.Swapping Clothes
At first Wilson thought it was an accident. House had stumbled out of bed late in the morning and pulled on a pair of Wilson's socks (Wilson's very expensive ergonomically designed socks!). Wilson had said nothing at the time. Later at work, as he watched House pace up and down the corridor outside his office, he glanced at his lover's feet and felt a glow inside at the thought that his socks were covering House's feet.
The next thing was his bathrobe. There could be no possible way of mistaking their bathrobes. House's was old and tatty, at least 20 years out of date in style, Wilson's was imported, soft and luxurious. Yet there was House walking around the apartment with it on, covering his wet naked body.
After that Wilson began to fight back. When House came home the next night he was cooking dinner while wearing House's old hoodie. When he had a difficult board meeting ahead of him he'd wear one of House's old T-shirts underneath a dark coloured shirt and take some comfort from that little bit of House touching his skin.
There were clothes they didn't swap of course. Wilson's ties were his alone (except for that one that House borrowed for five minutes to impress a patient's mother). Wilson tried on a pair of House's jeans but couldn't get them buttoned around his waist and would have tripped on the hems anyway. House gave him a smug look at his failure as he paraded around with one of Wilson's business shirts unbuttoned over his T-shirt. Wilson tried on House's trucker cap and shades but decided he just looked silly (much like House did when he wore them).
In the end of course there was only one garment left, a much more intimate garment. When Wilson was alone in his office he would slide his hand down his pants and touch the fabric of House's boxers. A thrill would shoot through him as he imagined where these boxers had been before.
It was perhaps unfortunate that Wilson's boxers were all labelled neatly with his name and that House was wearing them when he was taken to the emergency department after the latest of his insane stunts.
It was doubly unfortunate that Cameron was there, dutifully stripped House's unconscious body of its clothes and came across the boxers, silk and French and definitely not something House would own. She read the name on the label and stared at Wilson who blushed. He reached over and snatched them out of her hand.
Well House's mother had always told him that he should wear clean underwear in case he was in an accident. She never said it had to be his own underwear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The history of the toothbrush and its many functions
House had always thought that a toothbrush was a fairly mundane object. You brought one, maybe once or twice a year, used it until all its bristles were poking out at odd angles and then threw it away and moved on to the next one. You only ever had one working toothbrush, and it would sit all alone in a jar on the bathroom counter.
It turned out that Wilson had other ideas about toothbrushes. He would use his for only a couple of weeks before buying another one. He didn't throw the old one away however. Instead he converted it to a cleaning tool. Each old toothbrush had an assigned purpose. One was used to clean around the faucets in the bathroom, one did the tiles and grouting, another was used in the laundry, another to clean his keyboard, clean his razor etc. etc. House didn't know how he kept them all straight but if House dared to rotate them around Wilson would pause, look at the offending toothbrush and glare at House. Then all the toothbrushes would be gathered, and cleaned and then reassigned according to some toothbrush hierarchy that was known only to Wilson.
So House let Wilson have his toothbrush obsession. He didn't much care what Wilson did with the old toothbrushes after all. The important thing was that now, when House was finished cleaning his teeth and put the toothbrush in the jar, it wasn't alone any more, Wilson's was always there, nestling up against it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Silk ties and bed posts
(Warning - mild BDSM themes)
Cameron tentatively pushed the door open to Wilson's apartment. It was true that House had given her a key and asked her to retrieve a journal from his apartment. It was also true that this was House, and one couldn't discount the possibility that this was some sort of trap to lure the unwary.
Still the apartment seemed quiet and orderly, and she made her way down the hallway towards House's room. The journal was lying on the bedside table, just as he had described it and she gathered it up and turned to go.
She caught a flash of colour in the corner of her vision and turned back. There, tied around the bed post was a tie. As she stared at it blankly she had a flash of recognition. That was one of Wilson's ties, one House had many times made fun of. Once she saw one tie she saw the others, around each bedpost was one of Wilson's ties.
She couldn't help her mind forming images. Wilson tied down with his own ties, House moving on top of him, licking his way down his body, teasing him...Or, House tied down, Wilson having him at his mercy, maybe another tie stuffed into House's mouth, silencing him. She stretched out a hand and felt the tie, the material was slightly wet to her touch and she jerked back. She stuffed the journal in her bag and rushed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her and trying to think of anything else but her boss and his best friend going at it like rabbits.
When Wilson came into their bedroom that night he frowned at his ties tied around the bedposts.
"House, why are my ties here? " He fussed at the knot on one. "You've ruined them, the materials all stretched out..."
House grinned at him.
"Cameron is beginning to think I'm her new best friend and started confiding her troubles to me. I just gave her a little something to think about."
Wilson glared at him.
"We weren't going to tell anyone yet, House."
"Oh relax. She doesn't know whether I'm just playing with her or whether we really are doing mad sex games in here every night. Until she gets over this she won't be bothering me for a while."
Wilson kept fingering the material, his eyes darting from the ties to where House lay stretched out on the bed, arms and legs splayed. They'd never actually used anything like this, but they were here now, and House was there, and...
"It isn't going to be half as fun if I have to tie them around my wrists myself Wilson." House snapped at him finally. "Stop dithering like an old woman and get to it."
Wilson grinned.
Wilson got to it
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Riding into the sunset
Wilson was bone weary when he stumbled out of his car and began to make his way up to their apartment. It had been a very long day and he'd spent all afternoon comforting the parents of a young child who had passed away that day. He'd promised House he'd come home earlier today but it just hadn't been possible.
"Hey Wilson!"
He turned around to see House leaning on his motorcycle which was parked on the pavement. A couple of saddlebags were slung over the bike and his heart sunk. Had House had enough? Was this going to be yet another 'divorce'.
"House, I'm sorry....I couldn't leave. A child died..."
House limped over to him and stood in front of him, one hand reaching out to brush his hand in greeting. To his surprise House didn't appear annoyed, instead there was eager anticipation in
his eyes.
"Come on, we're going to blow this joint."
"House, I'm not up for going out, I'm exhausted.."
"We're not going out. We're going."
"Going..."
"Leaving, departing, taking off, travelling Jimmy. Time to leave all this behind us and hit the open road."
Wilson stared at him.
"I don't have a time for a holiday House! The budgets coming up, I have appointments, schedules, conferences..."
"Not a holiday Wilson. " House gestured towards the bike. "Essentials are in those bags, everything else we leave behind. Cuddy will look after it for us. I've sent in our resignations. She was a bit mad to start with but I explained it to her and she's on board."
"House! " Wilson waved his arms wildly. "We can't just leave!!" Even as he was saying it a small bit of hope was growing in him. A weight was already beginning to lift off his shoulders. The thought of not having to go back into the hospital tomorrow and face more dying people was very appealing.
"The way you've been going Wilson, you'll end up in Mayfield too. Believe me when I tell you that being crazy isn't all it's made out to be." House stared at him intently. "Its time for a change Jimmy. "
Wilson stared at the bike, at the bags and then at House. Slowly he grinned.
"Okay."
House grinned at him.
"Race you to the bike."
When they were both seated and House was gunning the engine Wilson slipped his arms around House's waist and held on tight.
"Where are we heading House?"
House turned back to him and they bumped helmets.
"Second star to the right Jimmy, and straight on till morning." He grinned when Wilson rolled his eyes at him. "I've always wanted to say that." He turned around and flipped down his visor, gunning the engine, Wilson gripped him even tighter.
The bike roared off down the street as the sun dipped below the horizon.
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A couple who has been together many years discovers or tries a particular kink for the first time
(Warning - mild BDSM themes)
"I think I'm dead." Wilson collapsed in a heap on the bed. He stared at the ceiling.
"God House, that was fantastic!" He closed his eyes as he replayed it in his head. The way House had looked beneath him, his muscles quivering, his body slightly trembling. Unbelievably he felt himself begin to harden again just from the memory. "All these years and we've never tried that before. I can't believe it. If we'd only known how good it would be...."
Wilson lay there for a while, lost in his hazy memories. Ten years with House and there were still surprises.
Finally he heard a muffled moan invade his inner peace. Eyes snapping open he looked to the right.
Where House was still lying, blindfolded, gagged and trussed to the headboard of the bed.
"Oh House!" Wilson guiltily scrambled to release his lover. He was tempted to leave the gag in for a while longer but quickly slipped it out. "Sorry, I was just..."
"Lying there like an absolute girl and carrying on about how wonderful the whole thing was." House grumbled, stretching his arms out to get some life back into them. "Oh House, oh it was so special, oh it was so wonderful, oh, I've been waiting my whole life for this."
"Well, it was fantastic. " Wilson defended himself. Then a trace of uncertainty crossed his face. "Wasn't it?"
House scowled at him for a long minute then relented.
"Yeah, it didn't suck."
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Motorcycle ride
"You're late."
Wilson came into the apartment and sat down with a heavy sigh.
"Andie died."
Dying children were the worst aspect of Wilson's chosen career. Andie had been special to him, and to House although he would never admit it. Two years ago House had helped keep her alive against all the odds.
"Two years. That's more than you gave her at the time."
"And about sixty years short of what she should have had."
House surveyed his partner.
"Come on, we're going out." He rose and snatched two bike helmets off the stand near the door, tossing one to Wilson.
"House, I'm not in the mood..."
"Trust me." House said with a smirk and Wilson gave in, he had long since learned that going along with House was a lot easier in the long run.
Wilson had to admit he felt a bit better as he sat behind House, his arms wrapped around him, his chest up against House's back. House was an excellent, if somewhat reckless, rider and the bike gave Wilson a sense of freedom as they roared through the countryside and out of Princeton. The only things that mattered were the bike, and House.
It had been Andie who had spurred House into buying a bike, that and Wilson's taunting words - challenging him to take a risk, to start living his life again, to leave behind the pain and misery of his infarction. The bike had given House back some freedom from his pain and from his disability, his willingness to take a risk had given him Wilson.
House stopped the bike on a deserted hill outside Princeton and pulled Wilson off and towards him, kissing him gently.
Wilson relaxed in his lover's embrace.
"I'm glad I was wrong House. I'm sorry she's dead but I'm glad that she didn't outlive you."
"I'm sorry she's dead too Wilson. The way I was going... I could have been dead, or in jail by now. I'm glad I took a walk outside. I'm glad I took a chance on you."
They stayed there, wrapped in each other's arms until the sun set and then they slowly rode back into Princeton.
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"I don´t like road trips."
"I don't like road trips."
"This is not a road trip House. This is a two hour drive to a medical conference. We are not setting off on a wild adventure across America. We are driving through peak hour traffic."
"Well you're in a crabby mood - didn't get any this morning?"
"I would have got some if you hadn't left it to the last minute to wake up. I left plenty of time this morning, it was you who made us late."
"Only takes five minutes to get dressed."
"Some of us don't like to look like we have just rolled out of bed every day. Some of us like to take a bit of pride in our appearance."
"Just because I don't take two hours to blow dry my hair..."
"What's left of it you mean."
"Oh, snap! What rapier sharp wit you have there Wilson."
"Put the window back up, House. I have the air conditioning on."
"This Volvo is the most boring car in existence. Should of taken the bike. You could have sat up close behind me, put your arms around me, snuggled into my neck like you do. Bike thrumming underneath us..."
"House, I'm trying to drive, take your hand out of my crotch!"
"You're no fun at all, Jimmy boy. Are we nearly there yet? "
"We've only been on the road ten minutes House. Can't you just sit back and relax?"
"I need to pee."
"I hate road trips."
