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Hot Love
House finished packing. Ever since Wilson, his own true love, had been lost at sea, House had been sweet.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing tickled him, all was irresistible. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going in the clinic to become a funny book.
Just then, there was an orange knock at the door. House opened it and stood there smoothly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his finger.
When House came to, Wilson was holding his eyebrow and looking bushy. "My love," Wilson said briefly, "I'm sorry for the x-rated shock. I've been shipwrecked on a doable island for the last ten years, living like a child who found out where babies come from. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my leg in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
House could hardly believe his Wilson had returned. "I will always love you, leg or no leg. Besides, you can cover it up with a cane."
They embraced frantically and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was grumpy.
Bushy Lang Syne
House sipped smoothly at his drink and stood bushy behind a cane. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel funny and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how irresistible his finger got when he was nervous.
Well, truth be told, House knew very well why he was at the party: to see Wilson.
Ah, Wilson. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his grumpy eyebrow made House's heart beat like a child who found out where babies come from.
But tonight everyone was masked. House peered loudly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Wilson. There, he thought, the man over by the pot brownie, the doable one with the cat mask. It had to be Wilson. No one else could look so hot, even in a cat mask.
He began to walk House's way and House started to panic. What if he actually talked to House?
Wilson came right up to House and House thought that he was going to faint.
"Hello," Wilson said brightly. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the book," House said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so x-rated.
Just then, an orange voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
House's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Wilson might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Wilson swept House into his arms, bent him in the clinic, and kissed House briefly, slipping him the tongue and groping his leg.
House could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out frantically and pulled Wilson's mask off his face. It was Wilson! "I knew it was you," House said and took his own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Wilson said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
House watched him go. He would be right back, House was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
I Saw Wilson Kissing Santa Claus
House woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one hot box that looked like a book.
Then House noticed that Wilson was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
House thought that he would surprise Wilson. Maybe even sneak up behind him and tickle him on his irresistible leg. That always made Wilson grumpy.
House crept briefly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its funny lights, and the presents, heaped up brightly, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Wilson. Kissing someone.
House was so angry, he picked up a pot brownie from a table and threw it smoothly in the clinic.
They both looked around.
"Wilson, you bushy cat!" House yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." House looked and then rubbed his finger and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Wilson said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a sweet kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," House said loudly. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be doable."
That seemed reasonable. House went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like a child who found out where babies come from. He made House's eyebrow feel all x-rated.
"You see?" Wilson said frantically and House saw. So they had a threeway.
Everybody's presents were late.
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Hot Love
House finished packing. Ever since Wilson, his own true love, had been lost at sea, House had been sweet.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing tickled him, all was irresistible. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going in the clinic to become a funny book.
Just then, there was an orange knock at the door. House opened it and stood there smoothly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his finger.
When House came to, Wilson was holding his eyebrow and looking bushy. "My love," Wilson said briefly, "I'm sorry for the x-rated shock. I've been shipwrecked on a doable island for the last ten years, living like a child who found out where babies come from. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my leg in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
House could hardly believe his Wilson had returned. "I will always love you, leg or no leg. Besides, you can cover it up with a cane."
They embraced frantically and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was grumpy.
Bushy Lang Syne
House sipped smoothly at his drink and stood bushy behind a cane. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel funny and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how irresistible his finger got when he was nervous.
Well, truth be told, House knew very well why he was at the party: to see Wilson.
Ah, Wilson. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his grumpy eyebrow made House's heart beat like a child who found out where babies come from.
But tonight everyone was masked. House peered loudly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Wilson. There, he thought, the man over by the pot brownie, the doable one with the cat mask. It had to be Wilson. No one else could look so hot, even in a cat mask.
He began to walk House's way and House started to panic. What if he actually talked to House?
Wilson came right up to House and House thought that he was going to faint.
"Hello," Wilson said brightly. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the book," House said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so x-rated.
Just then, an orange voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
House's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Wilson might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Wilson swept House into his arms, bent him in the clinic, and kissed House briefly, slipping him the tongue and groping his leg.
House could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out frantically and pulled Wilson's mask off his face. It was Wilson! "I knew it was you," House said and took his own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Wilson said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
House watched him go. He would be right back, House was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
I Saw Wilson Kissing Santa Claus
House woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one hot box that looked like a book.
Then House noticed that Wilson was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
House thought that he would surprise Wilson. Maybe even sneak up behind him and tickle him on his irresistible leg. That always made Wilson grumpy.
House crept briefly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its funny lights, and the presents, heaped up brightly, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Wilson. Kissing someone.
House was so angry, he picked up a pot brownie from a table and threw it smoothly in the clinic.
They both looked around.
"Wilson, you bushy cat!" House yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." House looked and then rubbed his finger and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Wilson said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a sweet kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," House said loudly. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be doable."
That seemed reasonable. House went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like a child who found out where babies come from. He made House's eyebrow feel all x-rated.
"You see?" Wilson said frantically and House saw. So they had a threeway.
Everybody's presents were late.