Ficlet : Love is Like...
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menolly_auTitle: Love is Like...
Characters: House/Wilson
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo
Words: 500
Genre: Silly little fluffy ficlet
Summary: House has a new hobby. Wilson approves.
Wilson's Health Status Cancer? What cancer?
Author's Note: Written for the 'O is for Oreo' prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hw_prompts.
"Our love is like an Oreo cookie."
Wilson looked at House who was sitting bare-chested, and propped up in bed with his reading glasses perched on the end of his nose. He was scribbling on a piece of paper. Wilson blinked.
"An Oreo cookie?"
Then he blinked again.
"Our love?"
House peered at him over the top of his glasses, in that way that always made Wilson's heart beat faster.
"We don't love each other?" House asked.
"I love you," Wilson offered cautiously. There had to be a trap here. "The one time I suggested you might like to reciprocate the sentiment you offered to have me surgically altered."
"My love for you is so great that it is beyond mere words."
Wilson felt a warm inner glow before he noticed House gleefully scribbling on the piece of paper. 'Creative genius at work' was practically stamped on his forehead.
"What, and I know I'm going to regret asking this, but what exactly are you doing?"
"I am writing... “said House, pausing dramatically. Wilson was sure he was going to say 'porn' but instead he continued, "...poetry. Love poetry. Before you woke up and interrupted me."
Wilson wondered if he hadn't fallen through an inter-dimensional time and space rift while he'd been sleeping. Or even a few years ago, it would explain a lot of things.
"You're writing poetry?"
"Yes."
"Love poetry? Seriously?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Well, since the whole Diagnostic genius thing is off the table due to my untimely death, and you show no signs of becoming Doctor Wilson again, one of us has to earn some money. We need to eat. Man does not live by love alone." House's gaze fastened on something in the middle distance and he wrote the line down.
"I think that one's already taken." Wilson said.
House picked up an Oreo from a pile of them on a plate besides his bed. Twisting the two halves apart he licked at the filling, his tongue gliding over the creamy goodness in a way that made Wilson think of anything but Oreos.
"What sort of love poetry? I mean, what's it for?" Wilson didn't really care particularly, but he needed something to distract himself.
"The sort where married couples give it to each other and pretend there's something meaningful about the lines a stranger wrote to celebrate their marriage being one year closer to divorce. I'm sure you've got a whole drawer of them stashed away somewhere."
Wilson puzzled that out for a moment. "You mean you're writing greeting cards."
"Your deductive abilities never cease to amaze me, Watson." House picked up another Oreo and Wilson went full circle back to the beginning of their conversation.
"Our love is like an Oreo cookie?"
"Hard on the outside, with a rich creamy filling on the inside," House said, slowly licking at the cream on the next cookie. Suddenly Wilson didn't want to talk any longer. Or write love poetry.
"House?
"Wilson?"
"Want an Oreo cookie?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
Characters: House/Wilson
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo
Words: 500
Genre: Silly little fluffy ficlet
Summary: House has a new hobby. Wilson approves.
Wilson's Health Status Cancer? What cancer?
Author's Note: Written for the 'O is for Oreo' prompt at
hw_prompts."Our love is like an Oreo cookie."
Wilson looked at House who was sitting bare-chested, and propped up in bed with his reading glasses perched on the end of his nose. He was scribbling on a piece of paper. Wilson blinked.
"An Oreo cookie?"
Then he blinked again.
"Our love?"
House peered at him over the top of his glasses, in that way that always made Wilson's heart beat faster.
"We don't love each other?" House asked.
"I love you," Wilson offered cautiously. There had to be a trap here. "The one time I suggested you might like to reciprocate the sentiment you offered to have me surgically altered."
"My love for you is so great that it is beyond mere words."
Wilson felt a warm inner glow before he noticed House gleefully scribbling on the piece of paper. 'Creative genius at work' was practically stamped on his forehead.
"What, and I know I'm going to regret asking this, but what exactly are you doing?"
"I am writing... “said House, pausing dramatically. Wilson was sure he was going to say 'porn' but instead he continued, "...poetry. Love poetry. Before you woke up and interrupted me."
Wilson wondered if he hadn't fallen through an inter-dimensional time and space rift while he'd been sleeping. Or even a few years ago, it would explain a lot of things.
"You're writing poetry?"
"Yes."
"Love poetry? Seriously?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Well, since the whole Diagnostic genius thing is off the table due to my untimely death, and you show no signs of becoming Doctor Wilson again, one of us has to earn some money. We need to eat. Man does not live by love alone." House's gaze fastened on something in the middle distance and he wrote the line down.
"I think that one's already taken." Wilson said.
House picked up an Oreo from a pile of them on a plate besides his bed. Twisting the two halves apart he licked at the filling, his tongue gliding over the creamy goodness in a way that made Wilson think of anything but Oreos.
"What sort of love poetry? I mean, what's it for?" Wilson didn't really care particularly, but he needed something to distract himself.
"The sort where married couples give it to each other and pretend there's something meaningful about the lines a stranger wrote to celebrate their marriage being one year closer to divorce. I'm sure you've got a whole drawer of them stashed away somewhere."
Wilson puzzled that out for a moment. "You mean you're writing greeting cards."
"Your deductive abilities never cease to amaze me, Watson." House picked up another Oreo and Wilson went full circle back to the beginning of their conversation.
"Our love is like an Oreo cookie?"
"Hard on the outside, with a rich creamy filling on the inside," House said, slowly licking at the cream on the next cookie. Suddenly Wilson didn't want to talk any longer. Or write love poetry.
"House?
"Wilson?"
"Want an Oreo cookie?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
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Date: 2013-12-19 03:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-20 08:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-19 04:36 pm (UTC)Needless to say, I love the image of bare-chested House penning poetry while lying in bed with his beloved and licking the creamy center .... Ahem.
A perfect sweet-but-a-little-naughty fic for the holiday ;)
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Date: 2013-12-20 08:59 am (UTC)Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it :)
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Date: 2013-12-19 05:17 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-12-19 11:23 pm (UTC)This is my favorite House eye (mind?) candy, ever. I am totally will Wilson about suddenly wanting an Oreo cookie.
We need to eat. Man does not live by love alone." House's gaze fastened on something in the middle distance and he wrote the line down.
"I think that one's already taken." Wilson said.
Even when writing and hearing love poetry they are still IC. Nicely done.
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Date: 2013-12-20 09:02 am (UTC)Glad you liked it - thanks for reading :)
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Date: 2013-12-19 11:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-20 09:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-20 12:36 am (UTC)Love this! House writing greeting cards is so ironic, and House's use of Oreos is perfect.
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Date: 2013-12-20 09:04 am (UTC)Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it :)
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Date: 2013-12-20 01:22 am (UTC)LOL! That's House! *hugs fluffy ficlet* Thanks for the treat!
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Date: 2013-12-20 09:05 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-12-21 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-22 01:13 pm (UTC)Lovely and sweet and snuggly, and very funny. <3
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Date: 2013-12-23 10:29 am (UTC)