Radiant Terrific Humble (R)
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housefic on 1/20/08, re-posted 2/4/08
Title: Radiant Terrific Humble
Author: Dee Laundry
Rating: Hard R for het sex
Words: 564
Summary: Wilson gets a surprise; everything ends well.
Note: SPOILER for "Frozen," episode 4-11 of House. Quick ficlet. Credit to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
namasteyoga for inspiring the title of this fic.
Wilson rolled his hips again and again. He was blissed out on lust and passion, every sense engaged to the hilt: the low moans Amber breathed on each thrust, the vision of her golden hair spilled across her pillow, the sharp and intoxicating tang of her perfume. Her nails were digging into the small of his back, a kinky pleasure he hadn’t known he wanted until her.
He’d made her come once tonight, her thighs gripping his head, and he wanted to do it again. Every muscle was tense as he tried to hold out for her, but when she arched, and clenched, and whispered, “Do it now,” his control slipped.
The orgasm built from his balls, and he grunted with the intensity. Three more sharp thrusts as he released in pulses, adrenaline flowing through his veins as he anticipated the drop into the shudders of aftershocks, and in that suspended fraction of a second, an amused baritone assaulted his ears.
“Missionary position? Boring!”
His heart seemed to stop as the adrenaline looped back for another go-around. “House?” he gasped, wondering where he was getting the breath for even that effort.
House’s reply was lost in the muffling effect of Amber pulling Wilson to her, re-settling him so that his head was pillowed on her chest. Her skin was so soft, the fragrance of her bodywash mingling perfectly with her perfume and the scent underneath that was uniquely her. He sighed in contentment and let his eyes close.
“Well, when first starting out, sure,” Amber said to House, “but I like it for the final position. What are you doing here?” Her tone was far more matter-of-fact than Wilson would’ve been able to achieve.
“My new Blackberry won’t synchronize; I need Wilson to fix it.”
House’s voice was close by. He must have been standing right next to the bed, but Wilson couldn’t find the energy to lift his head and look.
“Kutner’s the techno geek,” Amber replied. “Get him to do it.” She was stroking Wilson’s shoulder blade lightly, tenderly.
“Wilson can do it.”
Amber’s jaw moved against the top of his head; he could tell she was smiling. “James is otherwise occupied. And you have to admit, it’s fun watching Kutner jump and slobber. He’s like a retriever puppy.”
“Speaking of puppies, Wilson, move over.”
No way was that happening, but to be polite he responded, “Hm?”
“I want to get a look at your girlfriend’s tits.”
Oh, fuck no. Wilson planted a hand in preparation for sitting up and giving House a piece of his mind, when Amber hugged him close and pressed a kiss to his hair.
“Don’t fuss, James. He’s just jealous because you’ve seen Cuddy’s boobies.”
“Seriou–” House began, but Amber talked right over him, her face still turned toward James.
“Of course I have too. Out of the bra they’re really not that great.”
Smiling, Wilson chastised, “Be nice.” He tucked a hand tighter under her shoulder, nuzzled against her, and closed his eyes again. His eyelids were so heavy. In fact, every part of him was heavy in relaxation.
Amber breathed in and out in a long sigh that made her chest rise and fall pleasantly, like riding a gentle wave. “OK, night-night time, so bye now,” she said.
The buzzing of House’s baritone faded into nothing as Wilson fell into a peaceful, sated slumber.
housefic on 1/20/08, re-posted 2/4/08Title: Radiant Terrific Humble
Author: Dee Laundry
Rating: Hard R for het sex
Words: 564
Summary: Wilson gets a surprise; everything ends well.
Note: SPOILER for "Frozen," episode 4-11 of House. Quick ficlet. Credit to
namasteyoga for inspiring the title of this fic.Wilson rolled his hips again and again. He was blissed out on lust and passion, every sense engaged to the hilt: the low moans Amber breathed on each thrust, the vision of her golden hair spilled across her pillow, the sharp and intoxicating tang of her perfume. Her nails were digging into the small of his back, a kinky pleasure he hadn’t known he wanted until her.
He’d made her come once tonight, her thighs gripping his head, and he wanted to do it again. Every muscle was tense as he tried to hold out for her, but when she arched, and clenched, and whispered, “Do it now,” his control slipped.
The orgasm built from his balls, and he grunted with the intensity. Three more sharp thrusts as he released in pulses, adrenaline flowing through his veins as he anticipated the drop into the shudders of aftershocks, and in that suspended fraction of a second, an amused baritone assaulted his ears.
“Missionary position? Boring!”
His heart seemed to stop as the adrenaline looped back for another go-around. “House?” he gasped, wondering where he was getting the breath for even that effort.
House’s reply was lost in the muffling effect of Amber pulling Wilson to her, re-settling him so that his head was pillowed on her chest. Her skin was so soft, the fragrance of her bodywash mingling perfectly with her perfume and the scent underneath that was uniquely her. He sighed in contentment and let his eyes close.
“Well, when first starting out, sure,” Amber said to House, “but I like it for the final position. What are you doing here?” Her tone was far more matter-of-fact than Wilson would’ve been able to achieve.
“My new Blackberry won’t synchronize; I need Wilson to fix it.”
House’s voice was close by. He must have been standing right next to the bed, but Wilson couldn’t find the energy to lift his head and look.
“Kutner’s the techno geek,” Amber replied. “Get him to do it.” She was stroking Wilson’s shoulder blade lightly, tenderly.
“Wilson can do it.”
Amber’s jaw moved against the top of his head; he could tell she was smiling. “James is otherwise occupied. And you have to admit, it’s fun watching Kutner jump and slobber. He’s like a retriever puppy.”
“Speaking of puppies, Wilson, move over.”
No way was that happening, but to be polite he responded, “Hm?”
“I want to get a look at your girlfriend’s tits.”
Oh, fuck no. Wilson planted a hand in preparation for sitting up and giving House a piece of his mind, when Amber hugged him close and pressed a kiss to his hair.
“Don’t fuss, James. He’s just jealous because you’ve seen Cuddy’s boobies.”
“Seriou–” House began, but Amber talked right over him, her face still turned toward James.
“Of course I have too. Out of the bra they’re really not that great.”
Smiling, Wilson chastised, “Be nice.” He tucked a hand tighter under her shoulder, nuzzled against her, and closed his eyes again. His eyelids were so heavy. In fact, every part of him was heavy in relaxation.
Amber breathed in and out in a long sigh that made her chest rise and fall pleasantly, like riding a gentle wave. “OK, night-night time, so bye now,” she said.
The buzzing of House’s baritone faded into nothing as Wilson fell into a peaceful, sated slumber.
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Date: 2008-01-12 01:52 am (UTC)Perfect. Marvelous. You win. <3
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Date: 2008-01-12 02:17 am (UTC)I LOVE this spoiler. I LOVE this story. Watching House and Amber compete for Wilson is going to be truly compelling television. (And Dee!fic maybe). ROWR!
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Date: 2008-01-12 02:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-12 02:40 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2008-01-12 02:43 am (UTC)lol I actually liked Amber
ewww het though...god so gross
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Date: 2008-01-12 02:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-12 03:42 am (UTC)*mems* immediately.
I loved how Amber took everything in stride. Wilson was ready to leap out of his skin, but after Amber covered herself, she managed to verbally kick House's ass without batting an eye. Awesome.
I nominate you to correct any and all screw-ups that happen with Wilson and Amber. And even if they somehow get it right, write more anyway PLEASE. (I can't believe it. This spoiler has made me resort to begging for fic. How has it come to this? LOL)
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Date: 2008-01-12 04:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-12 07:38 am (UTC)Yes. Exactly. *happy place*
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Date: 2008-01-12 09:45 am (UTC)I especially loved Wilson falling asleep at the end to House's voice. I imagine House sitting on the bed and then having a conversation with Amber, screw the fact that...well, she and Wilson were just screwing.
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Date: 2008-01-12 11:33 am (UTC)The episode had better be the way we want it, otherwise we'll clearly have to get you to re-write it :D
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Date: 2008-01-12 02:38 pm (UTC)Hee - I know, girl parts, ew. ; )
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Date: 2008-01-12 02:41 pm (UTC)Nope, still ♥ it to pieces. One of the great things about Amber (assuming they do it right) will be her attitude about House's neediness.
Wilson: House called. I have to go help him.
Amber: Did he stick a knife in a light socket again?
Wilson: Um, no.
Amber: Then what does he need you for?
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Date: 2008-01-12 02:47 pm (UTC)But at the same time, I can see him being protective and strong at other times, and her really enjoying that chance to relax.
Thanks!!!
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Date: 2008-01-12 02:48 pm (UTC)END THE STRIKE SO WE CAN HAVE MORE WILSON/VOLAKIS!!!!
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Date: 2008-01-12 02:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-12 03:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-12 03:48 pm (UTC)But I'll definitely re-write it if it's not as I like. Thanks!
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Date: 2008-01-12 07:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-12 10:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-12 10:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-13 04:01 am (UTC)::ahem::
nice...
Date: 2008-01-14 07:03 am (UTC)Re: nice...
Date: 2008-01-14 03:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-14 09:52 pm (UTC)Fun-ness.