(Based on a true story... Yeah. I know it's really short but I have a headache. MDR Warning for dirtiness.)
House was driving to the hospital one early morning after a long night with his girlfriend. After Cuddy had left the hospital, he needed someone he could talk to. Wilson was too pushy but one unlikely person seemed to be there for him. House figured she was just trying to pay him back for coming to get her out of prison, but soon he realized she wanted plus than to repay him.
Thirteen stayed accueil in lit as House got ready for work. He managed to get out without waking her up. It was no wonder she didn't wake up after what they had done the night before. She probably still needed to catch her breath. House smirked at the thought. As he drove, the wind hit his face. He didn't bother wearing his casque anymore. He covered his face with his left hand, but only for a moment before swerving off the road in pure disgust. What the fuck was on his fingers!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
House opened his eyes sleepily and glanced to his side. He pulled the IV out of his arm and sat up. “What the Hell were toi thinking not wearing a helmet?” Wilson asked him from the siège beside his bed. “I didn't have breakfast yet, nothing like a few good bugs in your teeth,” he replied sarcastically. “What happened?” House thought back to just before the crash and smiles. “I slept with Thirteen.” Wilson stared. “While driving your motorcycle?”
“No! I fingered her!” Wilson paused again. “On your motorcycle?” he repeated, making hand gestures. “No, I fingered her in the cul, ass before work and the wind was in my face... toi figure it out.” House spoke as he got dressed. “Oh... OH!” House laughed and limped out of the room, leaving Wilson in the room making horrified scrunchy faces.
THE END.
House was driving to the hospital one early morning after a long night with his girlfriend. After Cuddy had left the hospital, he needed someone he could talk to. Wilson was too pushy but one unlikely person seemed to be there for him. House figured she was just trying to pay him back for coming to get her out of prison, but soon he realized she wanted plus than to repay him.
Thirteen stayed accueil in lit as House got ready for work. He managed to get out without waking her up. It was no wonder she didn't wake up after what they had done the night before. She probably still needed to catch her breath. House smirked at the thought. As he drove, the wind hit his face. He didn't bother wearing his casque anymore. He covered his face with his left hand, but only for a moment before swerving off the road in pure disgust. What the fuck was on his fingers!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
House opened his eyes sleepily and glanced to his side. He pulled the IV out of his arm and sat up. “What the Hell were toi thinking not wearing a helmet?” Wilson asked him from the siège beside his bed. “I didn't have breakfast yet, nothing like a few good bugs in your teeth,” he replied sarcastically. “What happened?” House thought back to just before the crash and smiles. “I slept with Thirteen.” Wilson stared. “While driving your motorcycle?”
“No! I fingered her!” Wilson paused again. “On your motorcycle?” he repeated, making hand gestures. “No, I fingered her in the cul, ass before work and the wind was in my face... toi figure it out.” House spoke as he got dressed. “Oh... OH!” House laughed and limped out of the room, leaving Wilson in the room making horrified scrunchy faces.
THE END.
