Wilson
opened the door to find House hastily shoving something into his desk. He gave him a questioning look.
"What?"
House tried to look innocent, but failed.
"I
know that look." Wilson put his hands on his hips. "You're hiding something from me."
House
sat back in his chair and smirked. "I may be."
Wilson
flopped down in the chair opposite. "So, do I have to guess? Or are you going to be nice and tell me?"
"When
am I ever nice?"
"Point
taken." Wilson looked around the office for a clue, any clue. The iPod was playing a Liszt impromptu, the computer had a medical
website on the screen... and House's face had a smudge of chocolate on it, right next to his mouth in an impossibly kissable
place. Wilson smiled. He had caught himself a House. Standing, he leaned over the desk, his face mere inches from House's
own. "Why are you hiding chocolate from me?"
"You're
quick. How did you guess?"
Wilson
glanced back to make sure the blinds were drawn, then climbed up on the desk. House raised an eyebrow. As Wilson started to
kiss the chocolate off of House's mouth, the other eyebrow joined the first. Wilson pulled back slightly. "Answer your question?"
House
smiled to himself as rolled forward in his chair and captured Wilson's mouth in a deeper kiss. However, Wilson pulled back.
"So."
"So?"
House afforded himself a moment to look appreciatively at Wilson. After all, it wasn't every day you had a handsome oncologist
crouching on your desk. A minute or so passed, and since Wilson had made no move to elaborate, "So what?"
"Why
hide the chocolate? It's not like anyone's going to raise their eyes if they see you eating chocolate. You've done it before."
Ah,
House had him. "Not like this, though. Do you realize what you can do to a Toblerone? I mean, it is shaped perfectly for practicing
--" He never got a chance to finish his sentence, as a very embarrassed Wilson cut him off with another kiss.
House
smiled inwardly, congratulating himself on a job well done. If this was what happened whenever he ate chocolate, he was going
to munch on it every minute of the day.