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eighteen; the dress

( I'm not actually a fashion expert/dress maker, pls be kind. Vickie's outfit for the party at the end, scroll there for extra inspo )

{☀️🌩️}

'T'was the night before the oncology benefit and six boxes of extravagant outfits had been delivered to their respective owners.

Except for two...

"Okay, keep 'em closed," Vickie giggled, sashaying into the kitchen. Wilson and House sat on chairs at the kitchen island, their empty plates still in front of them. "No peeking, House, I saw that!"

With an excited smile, she placed two square boxes of rich black material on top of the boys' empty plates. She quickly took her seat at the head of the kitchen island, clapping her hands excitedly, "Okay, open!"

Wilson and House removed their hands from their faces and opened their eyes, immediately taking note of the boxes on their plates. Curios, they looked over at Vickie, who just motioned for them to open it, her eyes sparkling.

Following her orders, they undid the lace black bow on top of the boxes and removed the tails around it and popped open the lid. Staring back at them, for both of them, was a black suit. There were distinct differences, though. Wilson had a dark blue bow tie, which matched well with the dark blue oncology icon —a ribbon with crossed tails (🎗️)— that was stitched along the length of the arms and legs of the dress pants. Included were black suspenders and the initials J.W. were stitched into the cuffs of both arms.

For House, she had made him a light blue tie with an H surrounded by a box in gold thread stitched into the point. His suit had caduceuses (⚕️) stitched along the length of the legs and arms, along with his initials —G.H.— stitched into the cuffs of both arms.

"So... what do you think?"

Both men turned to her with mouths agape. Wilson was the first to speak, "Vick, this is..." he huffed out a laugh. "You've outdone yourself. Again."

"Oh, stop," she waved him off, though her cheeks felt warm to the touch from the praise. She then eagerly turned to the man on her other side, "House?"

He looked completely stunned, fingers still caressing the soft clothing. "Are these caduceuses?"

Vickie nodded and hummed in reply, starting to wonder if he hated it. "Yeah, and— and I made the H on the tie... it's like a house. 'Cause you're, y'know... House," she bit her lip, suddenly feeling shy. "Do you not like it?"

Wilson smiled, then, a soft smile and gathered his box and plate. He squeezed Vickie's shoulder in thanks, put his plate in the sink —it was House' turn for the dishes— and took off into his room.

When the door closed, House moved. He was on her at once; hands cupping her face, teeth clashing and noses bumping. Vickie let out a surprised sound, but couldn't help but lean into the kiss.

She pushed House off her by just a little, hands tugging at the ends of his shirt. "You like it then?"

"Something like that." He mumbled, kissing her again.

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The oncology benefit was in full swing. People of all walks of life —medical and not— mingling about; ordering drinks at the bar, playing poker at the tables or just enjoying themselves off to the sides.

At one of these tables sat House and Wilson, both dressed in Vickie's immaculate suits that had already gotten them numerous compliments. They sat beside each other, House with an unlit cigar between his lips, and cards in their hands. Opposite of them sat Cuddy, dressed in the prettiest velvet dress of dark blue colour, with the initials L.C. stitched in black on the inside of the dress beneath the plunging neckline. From her ears dangled dainty diamond earrings and her eyeshadow was a beautiful matching blue. Vickie had truly outdone herself on this dress.