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Fic: TV Night

It took me way longer than I planned to finish this fic. I had too little time, concentration and inspiration for it. Anyway, it’s finally done now. Yay!

Title: TV Night
Author: Pinigir
Fandom: House
Characters/Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slashy. Fluffy. Mild use of swear words. Also, there’s a whole lot of nothing happening here, so be warned.
Spoilers: None. Decide for yourself when this takes place.
Summary: This is not an ordinary TV night.
Disclaimer: David Shore and Fox own House. Not me.
Notes: I’m acting as my own beta, which means that there is a chance that I’ve missed a few mistakes. Don’t be afraid to point them out to me.

TV Night

House and Wilson were on the couch in House’s apartment. In front of them lay the remains of that night’s dinner, accompanied by a number of empty beer bottles. It was one of their TV nights, with the TV playing some movie or other. House was staring at the television, but he had no idea what he was watching. His mind was miles away, maybe in part due to the alcohol in his system. He had drunk a few beers, same as Wilson, but not enough to make him drunk. If he had to describe his current sate, he would say he was pleasantly buzzed. It was just enough to make him feel mellow and his leg feel numb.

He felt comfortable, almost like he was floating. It would be easy for him to fall asleep now, but he’d rather stay in this semi-awake state, so he could revel in the sensations of the moment. If it were up to him, he would stay like this the whole night.

He loved the heat that was radiating from Wilson’s body. Wait, since when was he so close to Wilson that he could feel his body heat? They had been sitting quite close to each other already, but it seemed that the gap that had been there between them had completely disappeared. Now, he was leaning against Wilson, or was Wilson leaning on him? Could be both. When did this happen? House couldn’t remember having moved. He couldn’t remember Wilson having moved, either. Huh, maybe he was drunker than he thought.

Was Wilson aware of this closeness? If he was, he would surely have protested by now. Friends were not meant to sit this close together. House tried to look at Wilson from the corners of his eyes. As far as he could tell, Wilson gave a good impression of someone trying to watch the television, while slowly falling asleep. His eyes were open, which meant that he was at least conscious. So, either Wilson was too drunk to be aware of it, he was aware but too drunk to care, or he was actually okay with this. House really hoped for that last possibility, but that was surely too much to ask for.

House estimated that Wilson was a little bit more inebriated than he was: he wasn’t as much a drinker as House was; always had to be the good little boy. As a consequence it took Wilson far less alcohol to get the same effect. So, it could be possible that Wilson was just too drunk right now to be aware of the fact that he and House were practically sitting on top of each other.

House wanted to know what Wilson thought of the current situation, if he thought anything at all. He couldn’t just ask Wilson, because that would definitely shatter the moment. And if Wilson wasn’t aware of anything, he surely would be then. And who knew how Wilson would react to that.

So, House remained silent. He tried to sink back into his semi-awake state from before, but it didn’t really work. The thoughts of Wilson’s possible reactions kept niggling in the back of his mind. He didn’t want to remain ignorant: he wanted to know what Wilson thought. Even if it meant his own undoing.

The decision was taken away from him when Wilson suddenly got up. Because he had been leaning on him, he had to keep himself from falling over. He couldn’t help making a disgruntled noise.

“Sad to lose your human pillow?” Wilson asked him. What kind of question was that? Did Wilson really think that House only saw him as some sort of glorified human pillow? If he had wanted such a thing, he might as well have asked a hooker to come over. Nope, it really mattered to him that it was Wilson he was sharing his couch with and not some random person. But would it be wise to tell Wilson that? House decided it was best not to answer Wilson’s stupid question.

Anyway, it appeared that Wilson had known that they were sitting so close together. And he hadn’t sounded nearly as drunk as House thought he was. What did it mean? Was Wilson okay with this? Or maybe he hadn’t really thought of the significance of this, seeing the question he had asked just now. There was no way for him to know. And his mind was too fuzzy to think clearly.

While he was still busy trying to analyze the situation, Wilson came back from wherever it was that he had been and plopped back on the couch. House tried to assess the new seating arrangements. They were not sitting as close together as they had been before Wilson got up, but the distance between them was less than it had been when they had first sat down. House decided to take that as a good sign.

After a while, House noticed that the distance between him and Wilson had disappeared again. And again, he couldn’t tell who it had been that had moved. Weird. But he didn’t want to overanalyze it now. It was too nice to have Wilson this close to him and to be able to breathe in his scent.

He had to resist the urge to snuggle up closer to Wilson, because that was simply not done. First of all, it was probably not appreciated. Secondly, Gregory House did not snuggle. At least, that was what he wanted others to believe. So, he kept still.

Eventually, having Wilson this close to him was beginning to grate on his nerves. He wanted more! There had always been a certain level of attraction between them, but they had never acted upon it. There was an unspoken agreement never to do anything about it, because that would be A Bad Idea (yes, with capital letters). There were too many ways in which they could fuck it up and they had thought that it was better to just stay friends.

Now, House was starting to think that it was time for things to change. It wasn’t like either of them was in any important relationship at the moment. He felt courageous, probably because of the increased amount of alcohol in his blood, and Wilson seemed to be in a good mood and not entirely adverse to the current situation. Maybe it was time to take a chance, damn the consequences! If only he knew how to go about it...

While House was debating the various possibilities with himself, Wilson stirred and ended up in a position that was even more inviting to House. He decided to take this as his cue and moved his arm to go around Wilson, as subtly as he could. Now, House had his arm on the back of the couch. More importantly, it was around Wilson’s back and shoulders.

“House?” Damn, why did Wilson choose to react now?


“What are you doing?” He didn’t have any sensible excuse at the ready. Maybe an evasive answer would work.



Wilson didn’t sound like he believed House’s statement, but he didn’t ask any further questions. So far, so good. Since he hadn’t gotten any direct reproach from Wilson, House kept his arm where it was. He still wasn’t sure of Wilson’s thoughts on the situation, so he didn’t do anything else yet. He would just have to see what happened next.

Was it his imagination, or did Wilson lean in even closer to him? He glanced at Wilson, just to make sure. Yes, Wilson had turned, so that he was now practically facing House instead of the television. This was a pleasant surprise. It seemed that Wilson wasn’t opposed to the progressions of the night, then. Wonderful! In response to this, House hugged Wilson tighter.

A little bit later, Wilson moved again. He did more than just shift his position: he moved his whole upper body to ly against House; he cradled his head in the nook between House’s neck and shoulder and his hand ended up on House’s chest, in the region of his heart. If House wanted to move now, he would have serious trouble. Wilson had effectively blocked him off. He couldn’t say that he minded, though. He was quite happy being Wilson’s pillow at the moment.

House rested his chin on the top of Wilson’s head. He felt the pressure of Wilson’s head on his clavicle and Wilson’s hair tickled his chin and neck, but if it meant this proximity, both emotional and physical, he would gladly deal with it. An opportunity like this might never come again. Even though things seemed to progress smoothly, there was always a chance that he screwed it up majorly.

He knew that anything beyond “cuddling” was out of the question this night. He would love to go for an all out passionate attack if it weren’t for the fact that both of them had consumed too much alcohol and were too tired to take this to the next level. That was probably a good thing, because it prevented him from moving too fast, with all its possible repercussions. It wasn’t like the couch would be a good location for wild sexual adventures, anyway. He would just have to settle for cuddling Wilson.

Wilson’s hair looked all shiny and fluffy and was right under his nose. He had to touch it. He couldn’t restrain himself from bringing his free hand up and placing it in Wilson’s hair to feel its texture. Apparently, Wilson hadn’t anticipated this, because he trembled a bit. To make sure it was alright, he asked Wilson.



“Is this okay?”


That was a yes. House started stroking Wilson’s hair and raking his fingers through it. Under his fingers, Wilson was slowly falling asleep; he could tell from his breathing patterns. He himself wasn’t that far away from sleep, either. The repetitiveness of his hand motions was almost hypnotizing...

An indeterminate time later, House looked at the sleeping form of Wilson and concluded that Wilson looked adorable. Or, to put it more accurately, adorkable. House had a sneaking suspicion that a dopey smile was plastered on his face. It was a good thing that Wilson was asleep and that no one was there to see him now. If there had been witnesses, he would have had to kill them, because all evidence of him being downright sappy should be eliminated.


When House woke up, it took him a few moments to realize where he was and what had happened the night before. He was still on the couch, with Wilson draped over him. The TV was still on, after having been ignored the whole night. Neither of them had thought to turn the thing off. In front of him, the table was still littered with discarded beer bottles and leftover food, which wasn’t the most appetizing sight this early in the morning. Both he and Wilson were still wearing the clothes from the day before. Those were probably a mess too. In all this chaos, House didn’t feel too bad, though.

He had fallen asleep in a seated position, which meant that his leg should be killing him, but it didn’t feel any worse than normal. If anything, it seemed to bother him less than it usually did. He found that to be very suspicious. Maybe he was still drunk. But no, he had never really been that drunk. It had to be because of all the “happy” hormones coursing through his body.

He had a good reason for feeling happy. Technically, nothing much had happened last night, but it had been a huge step forward in the relationship between him and Wilson. It meant that other nights like this might follow. And it meant that, from there, things might go even further. Of course, a lot could go wrong, but House was feeling optimistic today.

House reflected that it was a strange thing: last night had started out like any other TV night. He couldn’t pin-point what it was that had made this particular night transpire differently, but he wasn’t complaining. Last night’s progressions had been for the good. That was reason enough to rejoice, no matter what had been the cause of it.

House kept still for a while. He didn’t want to wake up Wilson yet, because Wilson would want to talk. That could get really awkward. And he didn’t want to disrupt his current state of tranquility and contentment. He wanted to stretch it out as long as possible, before he had to deal with the harsh reality of the day.

Too soon, he saw Wilson open his eyes. But, after a few sleepy and/or confused blinks, Wilson smiled up at him. House felt his heart leap in his chest. Even in all his positiveness, there had been a part of him that feared for Wilson’s reactions, now that it was a new day. Luckily, his fears of Wilson claiming temporary insanity seemed to be ungrounded. Without any reservations, House smiled back at Wilson. The thought of making some sarcastic comment didn’t even cross his mind. Wilson was happy, he was happy; this might be the beginning of a great day.

What do you think? Did I spend all my time for nothing, or was it worth it?



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May. 11th, 2009 04:37 pm (UTC)
That was wonderful. I love a cuddly House.
May. 11th, 2009 05:21 pm (UTC)
May. 11th, 2009 04:38 pm (UTC)
This is great. I love the end - HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY.

(Oh and big thumbs up to the song you were listening to.)
May. 11th, 2009 05:22 pm (UTC)
Thanks! And yes, the Smiths are great! Especially that song.
May. 11th, 2009 04:43 pm (UTC)
Awwww. Very sweet. I'm a sucker for some H/W fluff! :)
May. 11th, 2009 05:23 pm (UTC)
May. 11th, 2009 05:50 pm (UTC)
That was a lovely story ♥ I love the cuddling :) Thanks so much for sharing ^^
May. 11th, 2009 06:07 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading!
May. 11th, 2009 06:23 pm (UTC)
I couldn't stop beaming the whole time ^_^ that was just too cute.
May. 11th, 2009 06:35 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Glad to hear that!
May. 11th, 2009 07:03 pm (UTC)
May. 11th, 2009 07:04 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading!
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May. 11th, 2009 07:16 pm (UTC)
Yay! Thanks!
May. 11th, 2009 07:10 pm (UTC)
Awwwww ! It's so sweet ! One of the most fluffy and adorable fic I've ever read !
May. 11th, 2009 07:13 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Glad you liked it!
May. 11th, 2009 09:54 pm (UTC)
I love cuddly fics! *hugs fic*
May. 11th, 2009 09:57 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Cuddle/hug away!
May. 11th, 2009 10:04 pm (UTC)
this story is adorable. very cute/funny.
May. 11th, 2009 10:06 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the comment!
May. 12th, 2009 12:41 am (UTC)
This is sweet and adorable. It has some level of questioning and tension because it is Gregory House after all, but it's just so natural. I've missed relaxed times between them, when even House can't be a grumpy sod because everything is just going well. *sighs dreamily*
I just finished a hellish school project and this was the perfect thing to send me to sleep with a smile, than you!! ♥
May. 12th, 2009 02:27 pm (UTC)
I tried to find a balance between House being House and House being sweet/happy/whatever. I'm glad to hear that it worked.

Thanks for the comment!
May. 12th, 2009 01:51 am (UTC)
Very good, I enjoyed, thanks for sharing :)
May. 12th, 2009 02:28 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading!
May. 12th, 2009 09:25 am (UTC)
Wilson's hair looked shiny *and* fluffy. (It says an.)

This is one of THE CUTEST things I've read in ages.

May. 12th, 2009 02:31 pm (UTC)
Oops. Fixed it.

Thanks for reading! And lots of thanks for the "memming"!
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May. 12th, 2009 05:47 pm (UTC)
Thanks! For the "memming" too!

Looked at your journal and loved the drawings you made. :-)

En, hallo mede-Nedelander, als ik het goed begrijp.
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May. 12th, 2009 10:36 pm (UTC)
Awwww lovely :) *cuddles fic*
May. 13th, 2009 01:58 pm (UTC)
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