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"That pout is not going to work," James Wilson warned as he tried to finish the mountain of paperwork in front of him.
"Me? Pout?" House tried to look innocent.
"I really have to work on that paper tonight." Wilson sighed. "I know we had plans but if I don't get it done..."
"There will be a rip in the space time continuim," Bright blue eyes rolled up to the ceiling. "I know, I know..."
Wilson frowned and put his hands on his hips, looking quite moodily out of his dark eyes. "If you come over, you know we'll start out with a movie and end up in bed."
"Are you insinuating I'm a slut?" House mocked a look of rigtheous indignation. "I think I'm insulted by that."
Twenty minutes later they went down to the parking garage and settled inside of Wilson's sensible grey sedan. As he
piloted the car towards the exit, Wilson felt a hand drift from his knee and slowly up his leg. He tried to ignore it, but when it stopped on his crotch he stopped the car and turned to look at House with accusing brown eyes.
"You only said I had to behave at your place." House pointed out, again faking innocence. "You didn't say anything about behaving in the car."
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