i did not design this game, i did not name the stakes

Wow, okay? Just wow. That’s really all I have to say. But if you know me at all, you know me better than that, so here goes:

 

Wilson’s dating Amber. House, according to Wilson, was “intimate” with Cate in some way (the little stripping/bonding thingy over the webcam). Cate then, in turn, winds up with a dude with a limp. The parallels are obvious and obviously intentional. (Amber = House; Cate = Wilson in all his psychoanalytic glory.)

 

Wilson has “sealed the deal” with Amber. House was “intimate” with Cate. This is the slashiest slash that ever slashed without being blatant canon. I’ve never seen this level of subtext-almost-text ever without the resultant payoff. And now, standing nearly on the precipice, I’m not sure I want it, but that’s just my own weird psychological quirk, I guess – and the worry that the religious right will make it the end of the series through protests/boycotts/general stupidity.

 

Also, this? “It can’t be Cuddy. You’re straight.” Um hello. Isn’t it basic canon that there has been some Huddy action in the past? Ahem. If you have to be gay to date Cuddy, and House has dated/slept with Cuddy, then what does that make House? (Here’s a hint for those of you who either failed or didn’t take logic: not straight.) 

 

Also, is the implication that Cuddy is manly? Because for one thing I feel she really makes an effort to be feminine in dress if not in demeanor; and for another, House is really only making a case for his own non-heterosexuality here, given the frequent references he makes to her butt/legs/breasts/whatever. Out of all the characters on the show, I would say that House has shown the most blatant sexuality toward Cuddy. So what is he really saying about his own sexuality here? 

 

(For the record, I realize the penultimate sentence in the previous paragraph might be upsetting to some House/Wilson ‘shippers. Let me explain what I mean. While I do think there’s a potential for a sexual relationship between House and Wilson, I feel that the starting point for anything like that would be their deep friendship. There is definitely an opening for sex between the two of them, but I really feel that the root of it would be – good Lord, I’m a sap, shoot me now – their already existing love and friendship. On the show, House and Wilson’s interactions center on banter, philosophy, and occasionally love. House and Cuddy, on the other hand, have a distinct sexual tension, with all the discussion of body parts and so on.)

 

Also, on next week’s revelation: “Oh my God, you’re sleeping with me!”:

 

Okay, bear with me here for a minute. Usually, when House makes a claim about Wilson’s love life, Wilson is up in arms, contradicting, arguing, exploring. But when House makes this connection, Wilson doesn’t really contradict him and House doesn’t stick around to talk about it. It reeks of freak out.

 

You know what I want for Valentine’s Day? BGW. And also, BGH. Doris Egan, I know it's a tall order, but will you please be my valentine? XD

For the drabble challenge posted by anamatics, in which you take a book of at least 100 pages, quote the first line of every tenth page (i.e. pages 10, 20, 30, 40, etc.), and write a drabble based on the quote.  I've used Margaret Mitchell's Gone with the Wind.  Ratings range from G to R/NC-17.  H/W slash and H/W/Cuddy pairing in some places.

Wilson shifted uneasily beside him on the couch, for the sixth time in the last ten minutes. There had to be a threshold, House decided, and six was as good as any. He called the diagnosis complete and shifted himself, until the entire left side of his body was plastered against Wilson. 

 

He turned slightly, dropping his hand from the back of the couch into the other man’s silky hair, and pulled Wilson’s head forward. He tried not to tremble as he moved forward, pressing his lips to Wilson’s. He was surprised by the shock of the contact, the electric thrill of it, and was equally caught off guard by the other man’s heated, enthusiastic response. Their eager tongues tangled in the heat of their joined mouths, finally able to say what they’d meant when words had failed them, and Wilson’s arms clasped at his back like he’d never let go. House leaned into the kiss as far as possible, not analyzing or diagnosing anymore, just feeling and memorizing. He knew as much as he’d ever known anything that this had the potential to end very well or very badly, and either way, he wanted the moment seared into his mind, tucked away safe where he could replay it over and over for himself without the aftermath.

 

And then it happened. As he lowered Wilson backward onto the couch, the other man shoved him away viciously. Badly it was, then, House thought. Wilson looked apologetic and more than a little sad. “House, I…I can’t…”

 

“You don’t want this?” he asked. Could he have been wrong?

 

“God, House, everything’s always so black-and-white with you. God yes, I want this. I need this, but…I need you even more.”

 

House’s expression betrayed his puzzlement. “This is me, though, Wilson.”

 

“Yeah, it is, for now. Until it breaks, and then it’s nothing.”

 

He was right, damn him. House sighed. He might have preferred complete rejection to this, but at least he’d always have the memory.