Wednesday: Liquor is Quicker

[lilyleia78]

Candy is very dandy indeed! But I’m sure we all know that Liquor is Quicker. It’s been done before, but who doesn’t like to see our boys and girls a little tipsy. And there’s nothing like a little alcohol to loosen lips, lower inhibitions, or excuse bad behavior. Will our favorite characters have to live with the consequences of their drunken actions? Or will they even remember what they did last night?

Please be kind to your magnificent codemonkeys and use the proper formatting for your prompts (the second is for crossovers).

Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

For example:
SG1, Jack/Daniel, a toast
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, wine and roses

Remember not to post more than 5 prompts in a row, and please limit yourselves to 3 prompts per fandom per prompter. If a prompt is answered, you can prompt again later in the day.

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[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

"Oooookay. Time for good little doctors to be in bed," Wilson grunted as he kicked the door open to House's bedroom. He shifted his grip on House's waist, and together they slowly shuffled across the floor towards the bed. Wilson overbalanced when they reached it, and they both tumbled onto the mattress. Wilson grunted and disentangled himself from House's limp limbs.

"You better be taking my shoes off or you're doing my laundry for a year," House mumbled roughly. Wilson reached for House's legs and, careful of the pained one, removed House's shoes and swung him up fully onto the bed. "Payback is going to be a bitch," House managed, his words slurring together.

"Yes, yes. I quiver in fear at what you may come up with," Wilson said, resting his hand on House's belly. "You get some sleep now. Your patient isn't going anywhere. And if you promise not to kill me when you wake up, I may have something home cooked for you to eat."

"I don' care how good a wife you are, you are not getting sex for years after this," House groaned, a hand reaching out to slap Wilson's thigh. Wilson tensed. House was really far gone on those sedatives, evidentally. Wilson started to stand, but House's hand tightened. Wilson let himself settle back into the mattress and rested his hand on House's as the diagnostician finally, thankfully, drifted unconscious.

With any luck, House wouldn't remember any of what had happened (including the part where Wilson spiked his drink). As much as House needed him, he didn't need him sexually. Yet.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

hehehe... loved this... loved the idea of wilson doing the drugging for house's own good... and i would quiver in fear if i was wilson, of what house might come up with as vengeance :P hehe

great job, love :)

[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it. :D