Oh my...

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"If this is turning you on then you are some kind of kink."

Wilson jerked, his fingers squeezing the green plastic behind his back. He snapped out from his thoughts only to see Gab glaring at him, her lips pressed in pure frustration. "N-NO! I wasn't, I'm not into, It just..." He gave up trying to come up with an excuse when he noticed Gab had looked away and went back to....sitting on the ball, why was she doing that?

" Is that fun?" He asked, stepping around the corner. Hiding the flowers behind his back, he walked over, his free hand brushing his tie down. Oh that was sad, his tie matched her clothing... Was this fate or just creepy? "You have no idea." She commented back, her teeth clenched in pain. This worried Wilson. House had his days where he was in pain and Wilson would spot him doing the strangest things to either get his mind off it or too try to ease the pain down. Slowly he knelt beside her, his head tilted. "Are you sore??"

She laughed out then, a bark of dark humor as she groweled, " Sore, I wish I was swore. That would be a hell of alot of better then feeling pins and needles going threw your hips!"

"Are you suffering from cramps?"

"Nothing gets past you Wonder Boy."

Wilson sighed, of course. Gab was indeed a women, she would suffer a little bit more then House... at least one a month he hoped. "They have pills for these types." He offered, only to have her glare at him. "Now why didn't I think of that? Oh wait, I did! It did shit for me, plus the fact that my over use of my magic pill to keep me from killing everyone has caused god knows what to my kidneys and liver, let alone my heart. So if you dont mind, I would like to suffer in peace so fuck off."

Just like dealing with House. With a sigh, Wilson pulled out the flowers he had hidden and shoved them into Gabs chest, forcing her to grab a hold. She sat there shocked at the flowers but a yell left her lips when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. Like a potato sack, Wilson grunted and lifted Gab right off the tennis ball and settled her on his shoulder. Her fingers clung tightly to the flowers as she yelled out, her legs kicking, striking his gut and hip with as much force as she could threw her pain. But Wilson just ignore it, keeping her in place, walking passed the gap mouth, eye wide nurses and staff whom was there to wittness such a sight.

"Put me down! Rape! This is rape! Damn it Cuddy stop this mad man! Wilson! Gah! I didn't mean you bastard I meant My Wilson, Jessica! Help me this lunatic is going to rape me!"

But her calls went unaided. With wide eye disbelief, She watched herself get taken to Wilson office, meeting all the eyes of the nursing staff that watched. With a growel, she grip the flowers tighter and pointed at them, causing some of the petals to fall. "Remember! If I dont come out alive, you're all going to hell for not helping a cripple! Wheres the kindness now?!"

Her words were silenced when Wilsons door slammed, leaving her alone with her captor. She stopped fighting, her body going limp in his hold but he could still feel her muscle tensing in pulses, telling him she was still in pain and the position he had her in was not helping. As carefully as he could, he knelt down and slumped Gab from his shoulder onto his couch, letting her lay down on her back. He excepted a punch in the face or a quick kick in the balls. But what he saw was Gab stretched out before him.

Her button down dress shirt seemed to be pulled and stretched out due to the carrying, exposing her dark green tank down, letting him see every rise and fall of her breasts... Shocking, he never would of picture the female version of his best friend to have such nice tits. His eyes trailed down, letting him see her shirt was knocked up, exposing her little belly button, her smooth flat stomach down to her low rider jeans. She moved, her fingers letting the flowers drop to the ground as she rose to her elbows.

"Well Jimmy... What is my scary captor going to do to little ole me."

His cheeks blistered red as he gulped, finding his throat suddenly dry. Quickly he looked away muttered, " I was just going to help you. A tennis ball doesn't work as well as hands."

"Find any excuse to touch me huh?"

"That's not it! I just wanted to help damn it!"

He glared at her, his brown eyes flickering with anger and embarrassment. All he wanted to do was help her, she was in pain, he had a means and damn it, he knew she would be like Greg and not accept it even if it did help and Wilson would be left worrying and pissed off so he simply took matters into his own hands and once again, just like with Greg, he was still left pissed and annoyed! That sat there in silence, Wilson didn't honestly know what to do. A tug made him blink when he looked down, seeing his tie was circled around a pair of fingers. Looking up, he noticed Gab staring at him, her fingers pulling his tie, making him lean over.

"..You man handled me." She growled, the very sound shooting a chill down his spine. His eyes closed a little when she pulled him closer, his hands reaching out to grab the armrest, the other resting on the back of the couch, letting him hover half over her, his lips twitching at the feel of her breath along his chin.

"You... took without asking." She whispered, her free hand reaching up, those fingers sliding up along his shoulder to his neck, his eyes closing tightly at the feel of her sudden tight grip and yank, causing his chest to push into hers. His heart raced, his skin grew hot. He was fighting every urge to grab her and let go all the lust he felt. "Sorry.."

"Don't be." She muttered, he felt her nose touch his own before feeling the sudden puff of moist air hit his lips, "I liked it." His eyes opened then, looking down at her. She looked so... damn good. She felt so right pushed up into him, her grip never loosening. This... This was good, she was finally seeing how good they were together. A smile broke out on his face as she chuckled, his head tipping down to push their foreheads together. "Gab-"

"James, shut up and kiss me already."