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Title: Warmth
Fandom: Supernatural, House M.D.
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 412
What's in here?: Domestic fluff, hand holding
Summary: A lazy day in bed with the fan on.
It was cold and the noise the fan made was strident, but no one could shiver because of all the body heat. The fan bothered both of them, but it was too hot to have it off so they bought some earplugs and nothing bothered them anymore.
The thing that bothered him the least was the very warm body on top of him.
Upon first meeting him, people normally assumed House would be touch averse. They think that he's so rude, so unnecessarily that he just can't enjoy touch. No one that good at driving people away wants to hold someone, no one that good at pushing others away wants to be held.
But covers on books are only there to market and to tell you what the author wants you to think about the book. And the only word Dean could think of to accurately describe House's behavior would be "cuddlebug".
It felt like his arms were adhered to him, inseperable from Dean's body. It was as if House believed his sole purpose in life was to touch Dean, to hold him. House had his hand on Dean's shoulder and it was like Deans flesh had grown around it and the hand was sunken in, permanently on him. But then House moved it and it didn't feel like that anymore.
"It's almost like an aftertaste." House mumbled into Dean's chest. "But the cancer is still there, so it's not an aftertaste... It's like a middletaste. But one that you didn't expect, so its not the main flavour."
House laced his fingers together with Dean's between both of their faces. Dean watched and didn't let his view be torn away when House began to speak.
"Being with you makes me bad at metaphors."
"Wasn't that bad."
House scoffed. Dean tightened his grip on the hand that gripped his.
"I think your judgement is clouded."
"I love you, that doesn't make me stupid."
"You're right, it makes me stupid."
"Greg..."
A shiver finally reached one of them when House kissed Dean's chest.
"It's worth it."
"You're not stupid, Greg."
"I know."
Dean focused on the feeling of House's hand against his. It was bony, a little. But soft. It made Dean's arm feel warmer than the rest of his body, which was quite the feat considering he was using a human as a blanket. Those tend to be very warm.
The fan was still loud. They didn't want to go to sleep anyways.
Fandom: Supernatural, House M.D.
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 412
What's in here?: Domestic fluff, hand holding
Summary: A lazy day in bed with the fan on.
It was cold and the noise the fan made was strident, but no one could shiver because of all the body heat. The fan bothered both of them, but it was too hot to have it off so they bought some earplugs and nothing bothered them anymore.
The thing that bothered him the least was the very warm body on top of him.
Upon first meeting him, people normally assumed House would be touch averse. They think that he's so rude, so unnecessarily that he just can't enjoy touch. No one that good at driving people away wants to hold someone, no one that good at pushing others away wants to be held.
But covers on books are only there to market and to tell you what the author wants you to think about the book. And the only word Dean could think of to accurately describe House's behavior would be "cuddlebug".
It felt like his arms were adhered to him, inseperable from Dean's body. It was as if House believed his sole purpose in life was to touch Dean, to hold him. House had his hand on Dean's shoulder and it was like Deans flesh had grown around it and the hand was sunken in, permanently on him. But then House moved it and it didn't feel like that anymore.
"It's almost like an aftertaste." House mumbled into Dean's chest. "But the cancer is still there, so it's not an aftertaste... It's like a middletaste. But one that you didn't expect, so its not the main flavour."
House laced his fingers together with Dean's between both of their faces. Dean watched and didn't let his view be torn away when House began to speak.
"Being with you makes me bad at metaphors."
"Wasn't that bad."
House scoffed. Dean tightened his grip on the hand that gripped his.
"I think your judgement is clouded."
"I love you, that doesn't make me stupid."
"You're right, it makes me stupid."
"Greg..."
A shiver finally reached one of them when House kissed Dean's chest.
"It's worth it."
"You're not stupid, Greg."
"I know."
Dean focused on the feeling of House's hand against his. It was bony, a little. But soft. It made Dean's arm feel warmer than the rest of his body, which was quite the feat considering he was using a human as a blanket. Those tend to be very warm.
The fan was still loud. They didn't want to go to sleep anyways.
