𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵

"He wasn't wrong."

Wilson gasped dramatically. "Et tu?"

"I'm just saying..." You looked up at him, smiling. "I've never met someone who apologizes to furniture after bumping into it."

"It wasn't the furniture's fault."

"It was a coffee table."

"It wasn't the coffee table's fault."

You laughed, and Wilson couldn't help himself.

He kissed you.

Slowly.

Softly.

The kind of kiss that wasn't trying to become anything.

Until it did.

His hand slid to your waist, pulling you a little closer. Yours found the back of his neck automatically. The kiss deepened, lingering, familiar.

"You know," he murmured against your lips, "I've been trying to kiss you all evening."

"Oh?"

"Mhm."

"You've been succeeding."

"I'd like to keep succeeding."

His smile was gentle enough to make your heart ache.

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear before kissing your jaw.

Then your neck.

Your breathing caught.

Not because you didn't want this.

God, you did.

You wanted him more than you'd ever admitted aloud.

But the moment his fingertips slipped beneath the hem of your shirt...

Everything inside you froze.

Your body locked.

No.

Not now.

Please not now.

Wilson immediately noticed.

He always noticed.

He lifted his head, studying you.

"...Hey?"

"I'm okay."

"You stopped breathing."

"I didn't."

"You absolutely did."

"I'm fine."

Your voice came out too fast.

Wilson sat back slightly, giving you room.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"I know."

"So..."

"So..."

You searched desperately for an excuse.

"I'm tired."

Wilson waited.

"...Okay."

"I have work tomorrow."

"So do I."

"My stomach kind of hurts."

Another pause.

Then he smiled sadly.

"Those are three different excuses."

Heat rushed into your face.

"I..."

"You don't have to explain."

Relief flooded you for exactly three seconds. Because then, you realized what he'd probably think.

That you weren't attracted to him.

"It's not you, it's me." you rushed to say.

Wilson's expression softened.

"That's what you're worried about?" he mumbled and leaned close again, his smile turning almost sad.

"What?"

"You think I think you're rejecting me."

You stared. Damn, he knew you too well.

"I don't." he said quietly. "I know you like me, darling."

Your chest tightened.

"But..."

"...I just wish you'd let me in."

His voice wasn't frustrated.

It was...hurt. Gentle. Confused.

"I don't care if we never have sex."

You looked away, and laughed slightly. "Yeah, okay..." you muttered sarcastically.

"I do care that every time we get close..." He hesitated. "You look terrified."

The tears came before you even realized they had,and you laughed quietly again, trying to wipe them away.

"I'm okay...I don't know why I'm crying." you whispered.

He wrapped both hands around yours, not judging you or anything like that. His embrace was warm.

Steady.

Safe.

And it only made the tears come harder.

"Oh, sweetheart..."

"I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?"

"I ruined everything."

"You didn't ruin anything."

"I did."

"You cried."

"I know."

"Crying isn't ruining anything."

You covered your face.

"I can't look at you."

Wilson gently intertwined his fingers with yours.

"You don't have to."

He waited.

Patient as ever. He always was.

After a long moment, he carefully pulled your hands away from your face.

"You don't have to hide from me."

You couldn't meet his eyes.

"I know something's wrong."

Silence.

"You can tell me."

Nothing.

"I promise I won't be angry."

Another silence, but it was brief. How could you not tell him, at this point?

"...You've been with beautiful women."

Wilson blinked.

"...What?"

"Your exes."

"...Okay?"

"They were gorgeous."

He frowned, and opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again, shaking the thought away. Instead, he asked something gentler.

"Where is this coming from?"

"They looked..." Your voice cracked. "...normal."

He looked completely lost.

"I don't." you finally breathed out.

"You do."

"I don't. They were thin."

"So?"

"They were pretty."

"You are too."

You laughed bitterly.

"No."

Wilson stared at you like you'd just told him the sky was green.

"...No?"

"I'm not."

"Since when?"

"Always."

His heart sank. He could barely comprehend you actually thought that.

"You really believe that."

You nodded once.

"I've never..."

You swallowed hard.

"I've never slept with anyone."

Wilson didn't speak.

"I've always been too scared."

Your fingers twisted together.

"What if..." Your voice was barely audible. "What if someone sees me and changes their mind?"

And now that you had started, you couldn't stop.

"What if..." You squeezed your eyes shut. "...they realize my body isn't attractive enough?"

"What if they see my face up close and..."

The sentence never finished.

Wilson's hands cupped your cheeks so gently it almost hurt.

You finally looked at him.

His eyes were already glassy, and it hurt you even more, seeing his reaction to your words.

"You've been carrying this around...for how long?"

"...Years."

He closed his eyes for a second.

Then opened them again.

"You really thought I'd stop loving you because I'd see you?"

You couldn't answer, this time.

Wilson leaned forward until your foreheads touched.

"I wish..." he whispered, "...I could let you see yourself the way I do."

A tear escaped down your cheek. He brushed it away with his thumb.

"When you smile," he said softly, "your nose wrinkles just a little."

You blinked.

A tiny, watery laugh escaped you despite yourself.

"You make this face when you're concentrating."

He poked gently between your eyebrows.

"I've caught you singing when you shower."

"I thought you were asleep that time!"

"I was pretending."

Another watery laugh.

"I see someone beautiful, baby...and I want to know even more about you. I want to learn every freckle on your shoulders, every blissful expression and sound... seeing you only excites me." he finally mumbled and pushed some of your hair behind your ear. You leaned to the touch and he smiled.

"I really want you." you whispered shakily and cleared your throat a little.

"I promise we'll take it slow. No expectations, no anything... does that sound okay?"

"Yeah but... I-I'm still scared." you whispered, and he gave a nod.

"That's alright... I promise, I promise I'll make you feel so good, you'll forget about everything okay?" he mumbled and you laughed, blushing and squirming against him.

And really, you already knew he'd keep his promise. Because naturally, Wilson was a man who always did. Especially when it came to your pleasure.

And the best? He was worshipful too.

That's pretty much how you found him undressing you gentler than ever, pulling off every piece of fabric with so much care and affection it made your chest feel lighter.

"Is this okay?" he mumbled, and you nodded quietly, looking at him while running a hand through his hair, feeling inevitably safer and a lot more secure than before.

It was almost as if his touch was soothing your sensitive heart.

He pressed his lips to your mouth, then trailed soft pecks all over your jaw, your neck, your collarbones...he moves to your sternum, gently unclasping your bra and making you let out a sigh. His mouth worked on your chest, closing over hardened nipples, making your sighs turn to soft moans.

"Feels good." you breathed out, and he smiled against your skin.

His kisses trailed lower, dedicated to kiss every inch of skin, over your tummy, your sides, below your belly button, until you were squirming with anticipation.

"I got you."

"I know you do." you whispered back and your words made him melt.

After spreading kisses all over thighs, he spread them slowly, his palms feeling warm over them. Your panties were already soaked when he tugged them down, making shivers run down your spine.

You looked down at him, and he looked up at you. His gaze was so full of adoration, that really you couldn't help but feel... comfortable. Confident, even, especially when you saw the bulging in his pants.

"Are you seriously getting excited just from...this?" you asked him shyly, half giggling half serious.

James blushed a little, and scratched the back of his neck.

"Didn't know getting aroused by my girlfriend was a crime." he mumbled and you only laughed more.

A laugh that turned into a moan almost instantly, because his mouth was on you before you knew it, making your head fall back against the pillow. Hands fisting on the sheets as he tongue pressed flat over your slit.

You swore you were in heaven. The sensation of having someone eating you out? Heaven.

James Wilson eating you out? HEAVEN.

His tongue worked magic over your already drenched pussy, slurping everything up whole you writhed and gasped repeatedly underneath him. Your legs closed around his head and he only loved the sensation, of course not pulling back even as his breathing got ragged.

"So damn sweet, baby." he grunted against you, and it vibrated on the sensitive skin. Goosebumps rose all over your body, and he dove right back in, eating you out like a man starving.

And really, he had been.

Starving for you.

He spent hours between your thighs, building up the most delicious pace, the most delicious pressure.

You felt like you couldn't breathe, and he actually took his time with you. So patient, until you started to tremble and the sounds escaping your mouth grew high pitched.

"Shit, shit shit James-" you gasped out and he didn't stop, keeping the pace still, wanting to bring you to an orgasm completely mind shattering.

And he did.

You squeezed your thighs around him, coming with a cry of his name, convulsing and soaking his lips and chin.

And obviously, it was worth it even though the man lost his oxygen for a good minute.

You relaxed, and instantly looked down at him with wide eyes, turning embarrassed and self conscious again.

"O-Oh my God...did I choke you?"

The man looked up at you, puppy eyes and all, a satisfied expression on his wet face.

"Baby, you could suffocate me with your thighs and I'd die there a happy man."

🦇 Melissa Schemmenti with alt gf who doesn't mind it at all when you bkast your music while with her, or when you shower. She hums to the few tracks she recognizes, and makes her own suggestions once she realizes what you like.

"You should try Pearl Jam and Manowar if you like this stuff. I know I loved some classic rock. Good times." she sighs, suddenly feeling old. And when you clock it you hold her close and play with her soft hair, your manicured nails twirling around her fair strands.

🦇 Melissa Schemmenti with alt gf who is constantly dragged around by you. Not just concerts, no. To the library, buying books about gothic and classic literature, to that one rock cafeteria you found that played classic hits from the 80s and to thrift stores when you feel like updating your wardrobe. She occasionally complains about her back hurting but when she starts getting the concept of thrifting, she talks about it to even her colleagues. About how she found a very cheap but beautiful shirt, and those nice jeans you told her looked good on her frame. After all, she loves saving money, and loves doing anything as long as you are next to her.

NSFW Headcanons !!

🦇 Melissa Schemmenti with alt gf who notices when you come home one day with different set of nails, instead of long acrylics like usually. This time they are trimmed, still quirky and aesthetic but now short.

When she asks about the change, you decide to show her the reason for it instead. And that's pretty much how she finds herself perched on the kitchen counter, arching her back while you fill her with your fingers. Pointer and middle slowly pushing in, then easing out of her silky folds, making her head drop back while her red hair flows freely down her shoulders. Her soft thighs part for you on the marble, and you look up at her, eyes filled with pure awe.

"I am guessing you like the nails?"

🦇 Melissa Schemmenti with alt gf who definetely calls you too nerdy and teases you about your niche interests.

"Seriously, you are wasting your money to buy comics?" she tskes when she sees you holding up one, nose buried in it.

"It's not a waste of money, I actually read them."

"You are so dorky. And childish. Even my students have better taste in literature."

And because all those comments obviously annoy you...you show your irritation in a different way. More specifically, by bending her over and strapping her down, hips thrusting forward and colliding with her backside while your strap sinks back in her cunt.

"What were you calling me earlier, sweetie? you ask her mockingly, grunting with each jerk of your hips. The only answer you get is loud moans and soft whimpers of your name, or that pretty begging of hers when she gets close.

Begging you can never really say no to.

"Please shut up, I need your help." he told you and you had smiled in response at his impatience.

Now you were riding him on his goddamn office chair, in his office, barely able to hold back whimpers anytime the tip of his thick dick brushed that sweet spot inside you. And Wilson wasn't able to stay quiet either,muffling himself by pressing open mouthed kisses on your neck and collarbone.

The chair underneath you creaked anytime you lifted yourself off,and then slowly lowered down on him again, making the doctor let his head fall back. Your thighs pressed to his sides and your hands found leverage on his shoulders.

"God, you're loud." he mumbled, panting as you clamped down on him and pressing a palm over his mouth after adding "P-please, sweetie... c'mon, a little faster for me."

And really how could you deny him that greedy request? You sped up just a little, just to get him there quicker, and trying to satisfy yourself in the process.

"You're so deep." You gasped out and squeezed his arms, falling down onto his cock again and whining.

"I-I'm close." he uttered out and just then the door opened. You froze over his lap, pulling your skirt down shakily and turning around to be met with...well,who else? House.

"Jimmy, you have to do a lumbar-" he started and paused, lifting his eyes from a patient chart to look at his flushed best friend with one of his doctors perched on his lap.

A smirk broke into his face and you blushed wildly too, same shade as Wilson.

"It's not what you think." Wilson blabbered out quickly and House just took a small step back with his cane, and opened the door again.

"I wonder how you managed to make him do something like that at work." he bit sarcastically.

"I'll let you get back at it. But I am gonna need all the juicy details later."

And with that he closed the door, leaving you to bury your face in your boyfriend's neck.

"So I guess I forgot to lock the door." you muttered against his collarbone.