House MD Fanfiction

The Banquet

Hilson, first kiss, 3,035
By: bananacosmicgirl

A part of him was certain House would never show, so when he finally did enter the foyer of the hotel where the banquet was held, Wilson couldn’t help but stare. House hadn’t shaved, hadn’t fixed his hair, hadn’t done much of anything – except put on a suit, and a blue button-down shirt beneath it, and that made all the difference to House’s usual jeans and scruffy t-shirt routine.

He looked breathtaking.

House headed in Wilson’s direction immediately, eyes seeking him out and finding their target within two seconds of entering.

“I showed up,” he said. “Can I leave now?”

“You only just arrived,” Wilson said, rolling his eyes.

“And now I can only just go,” House said. “This isn’t really my scene.”

“What is your scene – a piano and a bottle of Vicodin?”

“Oh, testy,” House said, smirking. “Is Cuddy having you pull double-duty on the ass kissing tonight?”

“Yeah, she gave me your load too, seeing how she wouldn’t dare to leave you close to any of the donors without supervision and a gag.”

“Aw, that hurts,” House said, the look on his face telling Wilson that it did no such thing.

The two headed further into the hotel. The entire lower floor had been rented for the night’s banquet, and there were poker tables set up here and there, waiters and waitresses scurrying around with plates. An attractive young waitress came up to them, offering each a glass of champagne. She smiled invitingly at Wilson.

House grabbed Wilson’s arm and pulled him away before he could strike up conversation with the young woman.

“I was just going to say thanks,” Wilson muttered.

“That’s what you always say,” House said. “And then suddenly, I’m invited to your wedding.”

“It must be great to always have that punch-line to lean back on,” Wilson said with a glare.

“It is,” House said. Then he stole the glass of champagne Wilson had taken and downed it in a single gulp.

“There was a glass for you too, you know,” Wilson said, wondering why he even bothered.

“Can’t save you from the women and hold the cane and a glass at the same time,” House said. “Cripple, remember?”

“How could I forget?” Wilson muttered.

Still he smiled, because House seemed to be in a good mood tonight. It was a nice change to all of House’s usual grumpiness and general misery. Wilson wondered what had brought the mood on, but decided to not try to analyze it at the moment.

Cuddy came over, wearing a low-cut dress that showed off every curve of her body. Wilson looked at House and wondered why House felt entitled to drag him away whenever he wanted to speak to a female, while House was allowed to let his eyes roam freely over Cuddy’s – or any other woman’s – body.

“Feeling particularly voyeuristic today?” House asked Cuddy.

“You could just tell me you like the dress, House,” Cuddy said, rolling her eyes at him.

“I like what’s in the dress,” House said. “Or rather, I’d like it out of the dress—”

“House, be quiet,” Cuddy said. “There are a few donors who’d like to see you. Could you possibly try to be not yourself for just a little while?”