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24 April 2007 @ 10:11 am
Heartbeats (House, House/Wilson)  
Title: Heartbeats
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Word Count: 858
Summary: Three moments in which House and Wilson are almost kind of functional.
Notes: I had a somewhat shit week, so here's some more about the weather.


i.

It rains, drip-drip-drip on the sidewalk, a fine mist, and House makes fun of Wilson's umbrella, black with a tinge of red at the tips.

"Not raining that hard," he says, flicking a finger one of the points, shaking a few stray drops loose. "Though I guess you don't want it to screw up your hair." He is resting on his cane, smirking, so at ease with himself in this moment that Wilson wants to freeze it, keep it for around for another rainy day. They are in the parking lot, almost close enough to touch, separated by the umbrella, an invisible boundary between the two of them.

Wilson wishes for a downpour, the kind that would soak House's hair, plastering it to his skin, that would leave large droplets sliding down House's face. He wants to press a hand to House's cheek, feel the wetness against his palm, lean forward and kiss rain-moist lips, the umbrella moving with him, shielding them from the rain.

The rain is too light for that, though, air still thick with humidity that is not falling from the sky, and House's skin is only slightly damp. Wilson leans forward and kisses him anyway, letting his arm and umbrella fall back so that he can feel the light tickle of mist on his face as he pulls their bodies together, lining them up, hip to hip, face to face.


ii.

He wakes in the early morning, sun slanting through the windows, warmer than it has been, but Wilson pulls himself deeper into the covers, pressing himself closer to the furnace he shares a bed with. It smells like clean, fresh rain on the ground, dry and crisp. A breeze floats through the room, rustling the drawn curtains. They don't have work today, and Wilson loves mornings like this, bright and clear, quiet with the barest hint of sound.

"Mmm," he hums against House's neck, letting the fine hairs there tickle his nose and mouth. He wraps an arm around House's waist, spooning, lining up their bodies easily, a feat learned through practice. House's t-shirt rides up, and Wilson presses a hand against the exposed skin. It's hot to the touch, and House grunts softly, almost under his breath. It's no secret that Wilson loves having someone else in his bed, and he thinks he likes this part the best, someone to hold, to touch, to care about, and House's body is warm and comfortable against his own.

"Go to sleep," House mumbles, but he pushes back slightly, bringing them closer together. Their feet tangle, and Wilson loves the feel of House's hairy legs, the way he can curl an ankle around a shin. "Fucking octopus," House says, his voice still raspy with sleep, his tone indulgent.

Wilson presses a kiss to the back of House's neck, right at the edge of the hairline, and House doesn't pull away.


iii.

Gray clouds like a white blanket over the world, just windy enough to toss Wilson's hair, and he doesn't even make an attempt to keep it in order as he stands just outside the door of the hospital, waiting for House to meet him there.

The world looks flat on days like this, bleached clean of color, except House, who is always vibrant and alive when Wilson looks at him, even when he's half-dead asleep in front of the television, mouth open, light snores drowned out by the late-night infomericals. There's something about him that Wilson cannot figure out, as much as he wants to, and maybe House isn't the only one who loves puzzles, because Wilson can never seem to keep himself away for long.

A hand at his shoulder, House's, and there's an eyebrow, a "are you done yet?" eyebrow, and Wilson shrugs. "Sorry to interrupt your inner monologue," House says, "but I kind of want to leave sometime this year." His cap is pulled over his eyes, shading them slightly, but Wilson can still see the impatience written all over his face.

Wilson smiles, in a way that he knows House finds comforting and irritating in turns, and says, "I don't know about that. There's this guy annoying me, and I think that if I stand in one place for long enough, he'll go away." A few strands of hair fall into his eyes, and he makes no move to push them back.

House's hand doesn't even twitch from its position on Wilson's shoulder, comforting and steady. "You know that never works," House says. "I thought you would have learned that by now." He's scowling, a mocking twist at the edge of his lips, eyes narrow and sharp, and Wilson could almost believe that House really means it the way he wants it to mean.

But he knows better, knows all the things that are hidden under the surface, all the things that House can't say, all the things Wilson will never make him say. They start walking toward the car, sniping at each other, and Wilson lets, I love you, too, linger under every word, every touch.


FIN.
 
 
 
T'eyla: HWt_eyla on April 24th, 2007 02:27 pm (UTC)
I love weather! More weather, please! ;)

Three very lovely moments in time. Usually, short fics like that leave me unsatisfied, but these are perfect. The second one's my favorite, I think, even though the ending of the third is just... *melts*.

Sorry to hear about your bad week. I hope the next one will be better! :)
thedeadparrot: staring at the sunthedeadparrot on April 24th, 2007 08:53 pm (UTC)
Ha! Thanks. I think the weather will definitely continue to show up a lot, because I really like writing about it. :p

And with any luck it will be! I certainly do hope so.
pensavemoony on April 24th, 2007 02:29 pm (UTC)
*so much love.* So intimate, so them. (When did you write this? I didn't know about this!)
thedeadparrot: flyingthedeadparrot on April 24th, 2007 08:58 pm (UTC)
THANK YOU. I've been kind of writing it on and off since last week as an alternative to zombie!fic. I had definite plans to finish it last night, but then the meeting of doom happened, which harshed my mellow, so I ended up writing the last bits this morning.
Supreme Dictator of Hyperbole: [HMD] - small hearts - h&wtreelines on April 24th, 2007 02:55 pm (UTC)
I really enjoy when you 'write about the weather,' because it seems to bring out a softness in your characters that's comforting to read. Even House, whose 'fucking octopus' was absolutely perfect by the way, is gentle through the Wilson Weather Filter. After the quick pace of House episodes and most fic, it's really nice sometimes to read something slow, like a deep breath. Thanks for that.
thedeadparrot: blurthedeadparrot on April 24th, 2007 09:09 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I mean, yeah. I really do like the slow softness of slice-of-life fic, and I really like writing it.
suggsygirl: HL close upsuggsygirl on April 24th, 2007 03:03 pm (UTC)
Aww I loved these, I'm not very good at reviews but I loved the introspection of these, well done.
thedeadparrotthedeadparrot on April 24th, 2007 09:12 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Tsuki: House x Wilson 19nightowl81 on April 24th, 2007 03:40 pm (UTC)
Oh wow... this is so perfect. I love pieces like these, sweet, warm and touching. Umbrellas, morning snuggles and unspoken confessions... <3
And I love rainy weather - it's melancholic and refreshing, and it can be so beautiful when the sun shines between the clouds during a drizzle. That's just how I see these three moments. Simply beautiful.
thedeadparrot: lightthedeadparrot on April 24th, 2007 09:26 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I totally agree with you about rainy weather, there's something really quiet about it.
style_30 on April 24th, 2007 04:43 pm (UTC)
Awww, I love these. I wish I could bottle up the sweetness. The second one just makes me melt; I love the "fucking octopus" line. The first one is beautiful, as well. I really like in the third the part right when House comes out, about the "inner monolague". Just what I needed to start my day!
thedeadparrot: blindthedeadparrot on April 24th, 2007 11:38 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I was afraid of making it too sweet or perhaps boring people with the weather stuff, but yeah the "fucking octopus" line seems to be a hit, and the "inner monologue" line was totally one of my favorites.
I bleed el tricolor y tengo el corazon blanco.: jack davenportcoldryuuza on April 24th, 2007 05:36 pm (UTC)
eeeee!!! aww these are perfect. second one is my fav! :D
thedeadparrotthedeadparrot on April 24th, 2007 11:39 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed them.
Lady Not-Appearing-In-This-Film: wilsondemonqueen666 on April 24th, 2007 05:38 pm (UTC)
"Fucking octopus," House says, his voice still raspy with sleep, his tone indulgent.

*goes all melty*
thedeadparrot: save your mortal soulthedeadparrot on April 24th, 2007 11:42 pm (UTC)
Thanks! People keep mentioning that line, and I keep thinking that maybe I stole that line from a far better author or something. *shifty eyes*
wihlutawihluta on April 24th, 2007 05:59 pm (UTC)
wonderful weather-playing. I especially liked the second one. :-)
thedeadparrotthedeadparrot on April 24th, 2007 11:49 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed them. The second one does seem to be a favorite.
triedunture on April 24th, 2007 06:29 pm (UTC)
Yay for weather!fic. I love these. I also feel kind of cloudy-rainy today, but this has perked me up a bit. Isn't it great to read something that matches your mood and explains it better than you can?
thedeadparrot: rain damnit!thedeadparrot on April 25th, 2007 12:01 am (UTC)
Yeah, I know exactly what you mean, and I am thrilled it was able to make your day better even the slightest bit better.
daisylily: eating Chinese and laughingdaisylily on April 24th, 2007 06:55 pm (UTC)
Oh, those are lovely. I can't choose between 1 and 2 as favourites - they're so peaceful. I think 2 wins it by the teeniest of margins.

*mems*
thedeadparrotthedeadparrot on April 25th, 2007 12:23 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Elva Barr: wilson - amused; bored; shockedelva_barr on April 24th, 2007 07:21 pm (UTC)
Oh, very lovely. This has those lingering emotions hidden in between every line, smushed in like particularly sumptuous filling in a cake. ...That's meant to be a good metaphor, just so you know. House, in this, though, is perfect - understated emotion.
thedeadparrot: flyingthedeadparrot on April 25th, 2007 12:46 am (UTC)
Thanks! Yeah, I really love it when the emotion is more hinted at than stated outright. It's far more effective that way.
sandssavvy: House/Wilsonsandssavvy on April 24th, 2007 07:23 pm (UTC)
You have turned me into moosh.

This is sooo cute!
thedeadparrotthedeadparrot on April 25th, 2007 01:33 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!
Lizxlizabeth_x on April 24th, 2007 08:02 pm (UTC)
I'm a pile of warm mush now.
I loved this story. The 'fucking octopus' line was amazing
Just like this whole story.

I loved it.
I can't even come up with a good enough review,
because I'm feeling too warm and too fuzzy.♥

Love-
Liz.
thedeadparrotthedeadparrot on April 25th, 2007 01:34 am (UTC)
Thanks. I am all in favor of the warm fuzzies.
bleached_drama: bobblesbleached_drama on April 24th, 2007 08:40 pm (UTC)
So sweet I can barely stand it (in a good way, of course). The little details make it real, from Wilson wanting to wrap his ankles around House's furry legs to their quiet, "I won't say I love you" affection. Lovely little read, there.

(I can't help but want someone to draw octopus!Wilson, though. Hee.)
thedeadparrot: angel alleythedeadparrot on April 25th, 2007 01:45 am (UTC)
Thanks! And octopus!Wilson would be kind of scary. If only for the possible associations with tentacle porn.