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[round two] Artist: kirili
Title: Bucket
Subject: Art for Go Baby Go
Pairing/Rating: Gen, G.
Medium: Paint and pencil, chopped up and stuck together in paint.
Artist:
kirili


Title: Go Baby Go
Authors:
beeinmybonnet and
bell
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Length: 25 700 words
Spoilers: Takes place mid-season 3.
Summary: House finds out about the woman in Wilson's life.
Excerpt:
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Subject: Art for Go Baby Go
Pairing/Rating: Gen, G.
Medium: Paint and pencil, chopped up and stuck together in paint.
Artist:
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Title: Go Baby Go
Authors:
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Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Length: 25 700 words
Spoilers: Takes place mid-season 3.
Summary: House finds out about the woman in Wilson's life.
Excerpt:
"What do you think you're doing here?" Wilson hissed. House was close enough to see Wilson's natural flush beneath the foundation which was, damn it, well applied, just like the rest of the make-up. How long had Wilson been at this cross-dressing farce? Months, at least. Maybe years. And never once telling his supposed best friend about it.
"Finding out more about your secret double life," House said, his voice cold. Wilson's flush reddened as he stared intently down at the floor. House crossed his arms even tighter, his anger twisting inside him. "What's up with that? Watched too many noir films, wanted to play the femme fatale?" Wilson covered his face with both hands. Coward. "You look the part."
"It's not about that," Wilson choked out, his head further tucking into his chest, hands still over his face.
"Oh, no?" House sneered. "It's got nothing to do with the pearls or the girly get-me-fucked perfume?"
Wilson finally came out of hiding, his hands clenching into fists and lowering down to around his chest. "It's not a get-me-fucked perfume," he snapped. He hadn't argued the 'girly' part. Then that much was undeniably true.
House leaned forward and breathed in deep through his nose; it smelled like a get-me-fucked scent. He studied the way Wilson's clothes fit him, how they curved and flared in all the right places. Wilson looked great, unfortunately. He could give fashion designers a run for their money, with that sense of style. "Does it get you all hot and bothered? Feed some long-repressed desire?"
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