House MD Fanfiction

Positive Reinforcement

Hilson, smut, 5,574 words
By: l57371

Brunette. Perfectly sculpted. Tailored suit, complete with matching shoes and briefcase. Coifed hair, buffed and painted nails, nothing out of place. Totally Wilson’s type. House glowered fiercely as he watched the nameless woman flirting for all she was worth, and Wilson lapping it up like a starving puppy. And in the hallway of the hospital yet; obviously the woman had no shame whatsoever.

The woman laughed lightly as she leaned toward Wilson, her hand brushing down his arm and her head tilted so she could look up through her lashes at him. Wilson beamed, basking in her glowing attention and puffed out his chest a little in response. Okay, House thought, clenching his teeth determinedly. Enough. He pushed through the door of his conference room and stumped determinedly over to the couple.

“There you are!” he bellowed, slinging an arm over Wilson’s shoulder and plastering himself to Wilson’s side. “We had a lunch date, remember?” He smirked at the woman, who had backed up significantly at his approach, raising her hand to her throat in defense, clutching at non-existent pearls.

“House, no… I don’t -” Wilson stuttered, ducking his head and taking a breath. He looked back up at House and hissed into his ear. “We didn’t have a lunch date. Certainly not a date!” House’s grin merely intensified.

“Honestly, if I didn’t keep his social calendar for him, he’d probably forget and come into work on a Saturday.” He winked at the woman and tightened the arm around Wilson’s shoulders. “Come on, honey. Just for that, you’re buying.” House slid his hand down Wilson’s back and pinched him, hard, on the ass before moving past the woman, shooting her a glare, and heading for the elevator.

Wilson rubbed his hand over his face, placing the other on his hip. “I’m sorry, really. That was … well that was just something I’d rather not try to explain. Where were we?”

“I was just leaving, I think.” The woman ran a hand over her hair tugged discretely on her jacket. “Have a nice lunch.” She smiled a brittle and unconvincing smile and brushed past him quickly. Wilson sighed and watched her as she made her way down the hall. Sudden she stopped and looked back at him over her shoulder. “You know, you could have just told me,” she said. Then she disappeared around the corner.

“Or I could just kill him.” Wilson sighed to himself, turning automatically to follow his friend to the elevator.

“Oh, stop your whining. I did you a favour!” House said, loudly, as he filched Wilson’s chocolate cake from the tray. He led the way across the cafeteria to their customary table.

“Of course, I can see how stopping the pretty, pretty woman from flirting with me is definitely in my best interests. How silly of me,” Wilson returned dryly when he’d sat down. “Just because you’re not getting any is no reason to--”

“Just because you’re not getting any is not reason to take up with the next ex-Mrs. Wilson! That woman was a Julie clone. Looked just like her. Talked like her, even flirted like her. Don’t you ever learn?” House stabbed viciously at his fries with a plastic fork. “What was her name?”

Wilson mumbled in his coffee cup.

“Say again?”

“Judy. Okay? Her name was Judy.”

House dropped his fork and leaned back in his chair, dropping his head back and speaking to the ceiling, large hands covering his face. “Why? Why do you do this? Do I need to, yet again, tell you the sad and tragic tale of what happens when certain doctors get married?”

“I wasn’t marrying her, House, I was just flirting with her.”

“Which leads to dating which leads to sex which leads to marriage. Which is the wrong way around, by the way, for good Jewish boys like you.” House leaned forward, pinning Wilson with his gaze. “You can’t ‘just’ flirt with anyone. We’ve seen the results of you ‘just’ flirting. Three divorces and some very bad choices.”