"Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics" and "Just Peachy"

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Claim: House/Wilson
Title: 'Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics'
Author: nigeltde (at The House Fanfiction Archive.)
Characters: House, Wilson, Cameron, Chase, Cuddy, Foreman
Prompt: #38. Kiss
Rating: PG-13
Length: Medium
Brief summary: Wilson gets divorced but doesn't tell House, who finds out on his own; he begins to suspect him of sleeping with Cameron. As their friendship begins to suffer difficulties, House tries to deal with a growing obsession with him. A very realistic, well-done fic that hits just the right note of both lightness and angst.
Excerpt:

Eventually he heard Wilson approaching. There was slight pause in his stride as he realised the door was ajar, and then he entered, heavy sigh, heavy funk about him, heaviness all over. Drama queen. He barely gave House time to move his feet before he collapsed into the sofa chair.
"Hey," House grouched, "bum leg here. It doesn't take kindly to being sat upon by fat middle-aged men."
Wilson ignored him, surveying the room, taking in the paper in House's hand with a lift of his eyebrow. He heaved another sigh.
"Did you have to?"
Honestly. House gave him a particularly nasty glare, the one reserved for idiotic best friends who didn't share important information. "Well gee, not if you'd told me in the first place. And throwing it in the trash? Really, Wilson, this kind of thing should go--"
"You think I should start shredding my personal documents? Really? What do you think the chances are of some, say, lunatic with no concept of letting a subject go, ransacking my office?" Wilson's body was still relaxed but his voice was terse and his eyes were shifty. Resignation and anger: not many could manage the combination but with House as a friend, Wilson was an expert.
"That, OR, you could just keep me informed. It would be easier. And the shredder's always breaking."
Link: Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics

 

Claim: House/Wilson
Title: ‘Just Peachy’
Author: tejachord 
Characters: House, Wilson
Prompt: #30. Seduction
Rating: NC-17
Length: Short
Brief summary: Wilson makes peach dumplings, promising House that they can have sex afterwards. House can’t wait that long. In two words: totally sexy.
Excerpt:
He watched as a few smooth motions of Wilson's hands quartered another peach. His own hand was slightly sticky with juice, but Wilson's were absolutely drenched up to his wrists. His fingers glistened under the light above the sink, and the smell of the peaches had gotten so strong, it bordered on intoxicating. House could almost feel Wilson's slick hands on him, imagined slippery fingers wrapped around—
Okay, if he didn't get his hands on Wilson soon, House was going to lose his fucking mind.
"Say, Wilson," he began loftily. "Do you remember... one day, so very long ago, when you were in a hurry to get to work and used the wrong shampoo... something peachy? Bonnie's?"
"If you mean the week you spent calling me 'James The Giant Peach'," replied Wilson dryly, "Then yes, I do recall. Dare I ask why?"
"I liked it," House said decisively. Wilson dropped the last peach pit into the dish and set the knife in the sink.
"Really," he said, not believing it for a second.
"Really." House grinned. "In fact," he added, taking an exaggeratedly large step towards Wilson, "I think I want you smelling like peaches again."
Link: Just Peachy