"You know, the weirdest thing happened today," Wilson begins casually, but in the way House knows he's internally shaking with anticipation. "HR asked for my marriage certificate."
"Which one?" House asks, sucking loudly on his strawberry milkshake - well, technically Wilson's, but who can really tell.
"The one from this month," Wilson says, his big eyes all knowing. "They even congratulated me."
"Peculiar." House keeps himself busy with the milkshake.
"June is a good month to get married," Wilson continues and his fingers tap nervously on House's desk. "But I can't remember getting married."
"If you repeat an act often enough, it becomes forgettable," House offers innocently like he hasn't tried to forge Wilson's signature to the perfection until he was able to send it. With an extensive, dramatic story of an illness that made it impossible for anyone to meet him or witness the ceremony. It's a rather terrible condition - being House's husband.
"I don't remember you proposing," Wilson grits his teeth.
"That was you," House says truthfully, because he's still got the ring. "In public!"
"I repeat: I don't remember getting married either. House, what were you thinking?" Wilson doesn't sound as upset as he thinks he is.
"We drank a bottle of champagne that evening." Wilson just didn't know what they were celebrating. It was definitely not House skipping clinic duty for the sixth week in a row - he isn't an amateur after all.
"Why are we married and why didn't you tell me?" Wilson grabs House by the collar. House nearly isn't able to set the milkshake aside, but somehow manages.
"You're so close to swearing happily forever after to yet another nurse," House explains, staring Wilson into his huge stupid beautiful eyes. "But the only relationship you keep investing into is ours."
Wilson opens his mouth and closes it again. He's wearing his fuck me cologne. House resents it for its meaning, but it smells good on him.
"But what about the sex?" he asks, still tugging at House's collar.
"Wow, that's your only worry?" House is a little surprised, he didn’t think it would be that easy. "Not the drugs but the penis?"
Wilson's eyes flicker down.
Gotcha, House thinks. Bye bye heterosexuality.
"Only one way to find out," Wilson says, pressing his lips on House. House kisses him back with all the longing he had saved for years now.
Wilson tastes as good as he looks.
"Glad we saved that one for marriage," House jokes, a bit out of breath.
"You owe me a honeymoon and a bachelor's party," Wilson grumbles.
House can deal with that.
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ok finished s2 and 3x01 and girlfriend offers the following commentary:
absolutely delighted to see cat back
delighted that lena has bought catco
extremely touching that j’onn is going to walk alex down the aisle
she likes mon-el (!!!??;!&/9;&’fnfosoejngncxk!!??) and was sad to see him go
loved the musical episode which is VERY high praise bc she normally hates when shows without singers try to force shitty musical episodes, but everyone in this one was so talented she loved it
i keep whinging to her about her non-reactions to the dyke behaviour going on and she said that because she knows they aren’t endgame she doesn’t get as excited about the little stuff that can be read into, but that if she were to be watching this live she would be very much reacting the way i am
which is fair I GUESS but
like is there a support group for people whose gfs watch shows normally like normal people . i did not expect this atol
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