Fic : Seven Sins
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menolly_auTitle:Seven Sins
Characters: House/Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: For Season 8
Words: Seven double drabbles of 200 words each.
Genre: A little angst but mostly romance
Summary: After being released from prison House finds his relationship with Wilson changing. Written for the Seven Deadly Sins challenge. The first ficlet for the first 'sin' Gluttony was previously posted as Dinner, Later but I decided to tie all seven sins into one story so reposting it for completeness. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
damigella_314 for reminding me about the challenge and for encouraging me to keep writing this.
Gluttony
Wilson picks up their dinner. There's not just steak, but two types of vegetables, a mound of roast potatoes, and a sauce to pour over it all. House devours it greedily. He barely pauses for breath as he shovels it in, enjoying both food and company.
"Didn't they feed you in prison?" Wilson jokes, his tone light but his eyes serious as he stares at House, his own dinner barely touched.
House stops mopping up sauce dregs with his bread roll. He thinks about barely edible food, prepared by other prisoners, of having to eat with one eye on everyone else, the other eye on his food, of a can of tuna being considered a luxury, bought with his meagre janitor's wage. He can't tell Wilson any of that, he doesn't want to bring that world here. Their renewed friendship is fragile, House can't trust it. He looks down at his empty plate, the silence suddenly heavy.
When he looks up Wilson pushes his plate towards him, offering his potatoes and carrots up for sacrifice. House helps himself to a forkful, feeling a warmth inside that has nothing to do with the good food.
Envy
House looks out of his apartment window at the people below on the street. It's his first weekend since his release from prison and he's trapped here. He can't leave the apartment, other than to go to work, thanks to the damned ankle bracelet. Down there he can see people laughing and calling out to each other as they go to their Saturday night dinner dates, or to bars, or just home to be with their family.
He sees a familiar face down on the street and his interest quickens, his heart rate picks up. He backs away from the window and when he hears Wilson at the door he yells at him to use his key, while he lounges on the couch and pretends to watch TV.
Wilson has food, and the new video game system that was released while House was in prison. House scowls at him but his heart isn't in it, and Wilson's self satisfied look tells House that he's not fooling him.
When Wilson gets up to leave House nearly offers his couch for the night but restricts himself to issuing an invitation for a repeat performance next Saturday.
Wrath
He knows Wilson is going to be angry, after all it was Wilson who had the tickets to the fight and he'd given them up, believing he was going to spend the night with House watching it on television. Instead, House had gone with Foreman, and left Wilson to find an empty apartment when he arrived.
He doesn't know why he did it really. Maybe he did it to see just how fragile their newly renewed friendship is, maybe to test it to see if it breaks.
He finds an empty apartment and a note on the table saying that Wilson hoped that House had enjoyed himself and he'd see him on Monday.
House crushes the note in his hand, furious at himself for risking what they have for the momentary pleasure of winning a game.
His hand hovers near his phone to call Wilson, to apologise without apologising, but instead he smoothes the note out and reads it again. He sees not blame and censure, but acceptance. He puts the note in a drawer.
When a bucket of water falls on his head as he enters his office on Monday he just grins. Wilson's back.
Lust
As he waits for Wilson on Saturday night he realises that he's in love with his friend.
He doesn't know exactly when it happened, or why things have changed. They've been friends for over twenty years without him feeling this way before. Maybe it was when Wilson punched him but came back, or when Wilson defended him against Foreman, or when he saw Wilson hanging in that stupid net, or maybe it just happened. He doesn't know, and he doesn't care. He knows what he wants.
This Saturday he stares at Wilson and realises that this , this closeness that they have isn't platonic anymore, at least not on House's part. They brush hands as they both reach for some snacks and he feels his heart quickening, Wilson smiles at him and his breath catches. Wilson laughs and House thinks how empty it will be when Wilson leaves for the night.
He offers his couch, although he'd rather offer his bed. Wilson accepts and House leaves him with a blanket and a pillow then goes to the bedroom to deal with himself. As he climaxes he has Wilson's name on his lips.
Greed
He has Wilson at work, and Wilson on Saturdays in his apartment, and he stays over often and doesn't leave until late on Sunday. He has Wilson all week. It's not enough. It's never going to be enough for House. He can't spend any more time with his best friend without telling him he wants something more. He knows it's going to be all or nothing. When House says this thing, names what is growing between them, it might destroy them.
Wilson is silent for a moment after House reveals the truth. Maybe he suspects a trap. Maybe he is waiting for the 'everybody lies' punchline. Then his eyes get serious and he steps forward until he is so close that House can touch him. He reaches out one hand and brushes House's face with his fingertips.
"Me too," he whispers and smiles. House knows it's going to work.
They touch, and then they kiss, and then, when that's not enough, when they need more, they make love. Wilson is there when he wakes the next morning, there in his bed, and in his arms and there is nothing else House needs.
Sloth
It's the afternoon and they're still in bed, still locked in their own bubble, where they are lovers and the rest of the world doesn't exist. Wilson made breakfast and they ate it, still in bed. Then they made love again, taking their time, learning each other's bodies. They slept, heads close together, House falling asleep to the even sound of Wilson's breathing. When they woke up they enjoyed each other again.
They'll need to get up soon, to return to the world. They need to get up, shower, get dressed, clean up,have dinner, all the usual routines of their lives. They have work tomorrow, House has a patient to check on. This moment can't last forever.
House makes the first move, only to find a hand pulling him back to the bed. He looks into smiling eyes.
"Wilson... " he says, although he knows he has already lost.
"Not yet," Wilson says and moves in for a kiss, his arms going around House, pulling him close.
House subsides, relaxing back onto the bed, his lips moving against Wilson's. There will be time for the rest of the world later. Not yet.
Pride
There's no question of hiding it, House doesn't think he could even if he wanted to. And he doesn't want to.
They walk into the hospital side by side, Wilson's stride matching with House's lopsided gait, their shoulders brushing as they walk along. When they go the reception desk for their messages the nurse on duty smiles at Wilson, as they always do. House eyes her and then places an arm around Wilson's shoulders, and pecks him on the cheek. The nurse's smile freezes, Wilson looks at him with an annoyed, but tolerant, expression and then kisses him back.
They hear a throat being cleared behind them and turn to see Foreman standing there, arms folded but the beginnings of a smile on his face. He hands House some papers. House flips through them. He's being formally released, out of jail, off parole, free. He blinks at them again, he wasn't expecting this for another two months. He looks up and stares at Foreman who congratulates him, and then with a glance at Wilson, and the smile truly there now, congratulates them both.
He is with Wilson and he is free.
Characters: House/Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: For Season 8
Words: Seven double drabbles of 200 words each.
Genre: A little angst but mostly romance
Summary: After being released from prison House finds his relationship with Wilson changing. Written for the Seven Deadly Sins challenge. The first ficlet for the first 'sin' Gluttony was previously posted as Dinner, Later but I decided to tie all seven sins into one story so reposting it for completeness. Thanks to
damigella_314 for reminding me about the challenge and for encouraging me to keep writing this. Gluttony
Wilson picks up their dinner. There's not just steak, but two types of vegetables, a mound of roast potatoes, and a sauce to pour over it all. House devours it greedily. He barely pauses for breath as he shovels it in, enjoying both food and company.
"Didn't they feed you in prison?" Wilson jokes, his tone light but his eyes serious as he stares at House, his own dinner barely touched.
House stops mopping up sauce dregs with his bread roll. He thinks about barely edible food, prepared by other prisoners, of having to eat with one eye on everyone else, the other eye on his food, of a can of tuna being considered a luxury, bought with his meagre janitor's wage. He can't tell Wilson any of that, he doesn't want to bring that world here. Their renewed friendship is fragile, House can't trust it. He looks down at his empty plate, the silence suddenly heavy.
When he looks up Wilson pushes his plate towards him, offering his potatoes and carrots up for sacrifice. House helps himself to a forkful, feeling a warmth inside that has nothing to do with the good food.
Envy
House looks out of his apartment window at the people below on the street. It's his first weekend since his release from prison and he's trapped here. He can't leave the apartment, other than to go to work, thanks to the damned ankle bracelet. Down there he can see people laughing and calling out to each other as they go to their Saturday night dinner dates, or to bars, or just home to be with their family.
He sees a familiar face down on the street and his interest quickens, his heart rate picks up. He backs away from the window and when he hears Wilson at the door he yells at him to use his key, while he lounges on the couch and pretends to watch TV.
Wilson has food, and the new video game system that was released while House was in prison. House scowls at him but his heart isn't in it, and Wilson's self satisfied look tells House that he's not fooling him.
When Wilson gets up to leave House nearly offers his couch for the night but restricts himself to issuing an invitation for a repeat performance next Saturday.
Wrath
He knows Wilson is going to be angry, after all it was Wilson who had the tickets to the fight and he'd given them up, believing he was going to spend the night with House watching it on television. Instead, House had gone with Foreman, and left Wilson to find an empty apartment when he arrived.
He doesn't know why he did it really. Maybe he did it to see just how fragile their newly renewed friendship is, maybe to test it to see if it breaks.
He finds an empty apartment and a note on the table saying that Wilson hoped that House had enjoyed himself and he'd see him on Monday.
House crushes the note in his hand, furious at himself for risking what they have for the momentary pleasure of winning a game.
His hand hovers near his phone to call Wilson, to apologise without apologising, but instead he smoothes the note out and reads it again. He sees not blame and censure, but acceptance. He puts the note in a drawer.
When a bucket of water falls on his head as he enters his office on Monday he just grins. Wilson's back.
Lust
As he waits for Wilson on Saturday night he realises that he's in love with his friend.
He doesn't know exactly when it happened, or why things have changed. They've been friends for over twenty years without him feeling this way before. Maybe it was when Wilson punched him but came back, or when Wilson defended him against Foreman, or when he saw Wilson hanging in that stupid net, or maybe it just happened. He doesn't know, and he doesn't care. He knows what he wants.
This Saturday he stares at Wilson and realises that this , this closeness that they have isn't platonic anymore, at least not on House's part. They brush hands as they both reach for some snacks and he feels his heart quickening, Wilson smiles at him and his breath catches. Wilson laughs and House thinks how empty it will be when Wilson leaves for the night.
He offers his couch, although he'd rather offer his bed. Wilson accepts and House leaves him with a blanket and a pillow then goes to the bedroom to deal with himself. As he climaxes he has Wilson's name on his lips.
Greed
He has Wilson at work, and Wilson on Saturdays in his apartment, and he stays over often and doesn't leave until late on Sunday. He has Wilson all week. It's not enough. It's never going to be enough for House. He can't spend any more time with his best friend without telling him he wants something more. He knows it's going to be all or nothing. When House says this thing, names what is growing between them, it might destroy them.
Wilson is silent for a moment after House reveals the truth. Maybe he suspects a trap. Maybe he is waiting for the 'everybody lies' punchline. Then his eyes get serious and he steps forward until he is so close that House can touch him. He reaches out one hand and brushes House's face with his fingertips.
"Me too," he whispers and smiles. House knows it's going to work.
They touch, and then they kiss, and then, when that's not enough, when they need more, they make love. Wilson is there when he wakes the next morning, there in his bed, and in his arms and there is nothing else House needs.
Sloth
It's the afternoon and they're still in bed, still locked in their own bubble, where they are lovers and the rest of the world doesn't exist. Wilson made breakfast and they ate it, still in bed. Then they made love again, taking their time, learning each other's bodies. They slept, heads close together, House falling asleep to the even sound of Wilson's breathing. When they woke up they enjoyed each other again.
They'll need to get up soon, to return to the world. They need to get up, shower, get dressed, clean up,have dinner, all the usual routines of their lives. They have work tomorrow, House has a patient to check on. This moment can't last forever.
House makes the first move, only to find a hand pulling him back to the bed. He looks into smiling eyes.
"Wilson... " he says, although he knows he has already lost.
"Not yet," Wilson says and moves in for a kiss, his arms going around House, pulling him close.
House subsides, relaxing back onto the bed, his lips moving against Wilson's. There will be time for the rest of the world later. Not yet.
Pride
There's no question of hiding it, House doesn't think he could even if he wanted to. And he doesn't want to.
They walk into the hospital side by side, Wilson's stride matching with House's lopsided gait, their shoulders brushing as they walk along. When they go the reception desk for their messages the nurse on duty smiles at Wilson, as they always do. House eyes her and then places an arm around Wilson's shoulders, and pecks him on the cheek. The nurse's smile freezes, Wilson looks at him with an annoyed, but tolerant, expression and then kisses him back.
They hear a throat being cleared behind them and turn to see Foreman standing there, arms folded but the beginnings of a smile on his face. He hands House some papers. House flips through them. He's being formally released, out of jail, off parole, free. He blinks at them again, he wasn't expecting this for another two months. He looks up and stares at Foreman who congratulates him, and then with a glance at Wilson, and the smile truly there now, congratulates them both.
He is with Wilson and he is free.
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Date: 2012-03-25 09:26 pm (UTC)