Imagine- You're Wilson (Hilson)

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You looked as House gave you a raised eyebrow

"What's going on?"

You shrugged

 "I'm in love..."

He grunts 

"With whom?"

He sounded jealous, nevermind HE WAS JEALOUS

"It's not really something I want to talk about." 

You say trying to throw him off.

"Wilson, it's something that we NEED to talk about because I don't want this half-assed girl breaking your already so fragile heart."

You shake your head, 

"I've been in love for twenty years with a man"

House looks at you and his face lets his jealousy show.

"Who?" 

He really didn't pick up the pieces when he came to you, did he? You took his free hand and placed it on your ever-raising pulse. He didn't pull away, he never pulled away from your touches.  He looked at you and smiled.

"You are in love with me?" 

He looked truly vulnerable.

"Yes, House I am in love with you" 

House leans in and you flush over, his breath smells like mint and Vicodin, his blue meridian eyes looking into you, reading you over and over. 

"God, Wilson," 

He kisses you and you lose your senses to his licking and nipping. You don't know when you two fell asleep but did that really matter?

You were happy, happy with a man said to be miserable.


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