Ficlet: Knotted [1/1] Greg/James [House]
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perpetual_motionTitle: Knotted
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: House
Pairing: Greg/James
Rating: PG
Summary: Post-ep for 1.07 [Fidelity]
Dis: Not mine. Fox’s. They’re being nice so far.
Knotted
By Perpetual Motion
“Here.” Greg tossed a box in front of Wilson and leveled himself into a chair.
James reached out for the box. “Are you giving me a gift?”
“No.”
“You’ve just handed me a box. I’m assuming there’s something in here that’s meant for me.” James waited for Greg to say something. Greg just watched him. “It’s an empty box, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
James opened the box and pulled out a green and blue striped tie. “The box isn’t empty.”
Greg shrugged. “So I lied.”
“Color me surprised.” James held the tie out at arms’ length to get a good look at it. “Why have you bought me a tie?”
“The other green tie you have is ugly.”
“Are you care, because?”
Greg stood up. “If you’re going to dress to flirt, I’d prefer it if you wore something tasteful.” He turned and walked away.
James stared after him. “I’m not flirting with you.”
Greg paused but didn’t turn around. “I don’t believe you.”
“I’m *not*.”
“And you love your wife.”
The bitterness in Greg’s voice kept James silent long enough for Greg to escape. It was only when the door to his office slammed shut that James snapped out of his stupor. He jumped out of his chair and hurried for the door. Greg was at the end of the hall when James got the door open. “Greg!” Greg kept walking. James jogged down the hall and tried to grab Greg’s shoulder. “Wait.” Greg kept walking. James grabbed the cane.
“You know,” Greg didn’t bother to turn around, “one of these days you’ll do that, and I’ll fall on my face, and you’ll be sorry.”
“Only because you’d snipe more.”
“You wouldn’t notice. What, with your *dates* to keep your attention.”
“Okay. That’s it.” James tugged on Greg’s cane. “Come with me.”
“Give me my cane back.”
“Not until I get you somewhere that we can talk.” James turned, hand still gripping Greg’s cane, and led him back towards the office.
“I’m not a six-year-old who needs a leash.”
“Then quit acting like you are.’
“But where would I have my fun, then?”
“I’m sure there’s someone out there who wants severe psychological trauma. You’ll find them.”
“How kind of you to say.”
James pulled Greg into his office by the cane and closed the door. As soon as the door latched, he grabbed a handful of Greg’s shirt and yanked him forward. “It was *one* lunch with an overstressed *employee*. *Nothing* happened. We talked. She freaked. I calmed her down.”
“What about the tie?”
“You like green.” James ran his hand through Greg’s hair. “I knew you’d notice it. I *thought* you’d realize I was wearing it for you.”
“You were flirting with me.”
“Maybe a little.”
“How disgustingly romantic.”
“Fuck you and your cynicism.” There was no malice in James’s voice. “If you can’t recognize a romantic gesture when it’s knotted neatly in front of you, then it’s your own damned fault.”
“Such a mouth on you, James. Careful your patients don’t hear you.”
“I’ll wash my mouth out with soap.”
“Don’t. I like it when it’s filthy.” Greg leaned in and kissed James thoroughly. “It’s a turn-on.”
James rolled his eyes. “Only you.”
“What? Dear Julie doesn’t like it?”
“Good Catholic girls aren’t supposed to like it.”
“They’re also not supposed to marry Jews.”
“She’s learning that.”
“But you still,” Greg made a face, “love her.”
“Until the divorce goes through.”
“You’ve got to stop getting married.”
“Yeah.” James let go of Greg. “I’ve also got to get to a consult. Dinner tonight?”
“Can’t. Half-dead woman.”
“Breakfast?”
“My place or yours?”
“I’m not divorced, yet.”
“My place, then.” Greg settled his cane on the floor. “You’ll cook.”
“Because I have no wish to land here with food poisoning.”
“You’ll end up with that from the cafeteria.” Greg opened the office door. “I hear there’s a new set of med students starting rotation today.”
“Cuddy’s going to kill you when her office furniture gets turned upside down again.”
Greg smiled. “Yeah.”
James shook his head. “I’ll see you later.”
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: House
Pairing: Greg/James
Rating: PG
Summary: Post-ep for 1.07 [Fidelity]
Dis: Not mine. Fox’s. They’re being nice so far.
Knotted
By Perpetual Motion
“Here.” Greg tossed a box in front of Wilson and leveled himself into a chair.
James reached out for the box. “Are you giving me a gift?”
“No.”
“You’ve just handed me a box. I’m assuming there’s something in here that’s meant for me.” James waited for Greg to say something. Greg just watched him. “It’s an empty box, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
James opened the box and pulled out a green and blue striped tie. “The box isn’t empty.”
Greg shrugged. “So I lied.”
“Color me surprised.” James held the tie out at arms’ length to get a good look at it. “Why have you bought me a tie?”
“The other green tie you have is ugly.”
“Are you care, because?”
Greg stood up. “If you’re going to dress to flirt, I’d prefer it if you wore something tasteful.” He turned and walked away.
James stared after him. “I’m not flirting with you.”
Greg paused but didn’t turn around. “I don’t believe you.”
“I’m *not*.”
“And you love your wife.”
The bitterness in Greg’s voice kept James silent long enough for Greg to escape. It was only when the door to his office slammed shut that James snapped out of his stupor. He jumped out of his chair and hurried for the door. Greg was at the end of the hall when James got the door open. “Greg!” Greg kept walking. James jogged down the hall and tried to grab Greg’s shoulder. “Wait.” Greg kept walking. James grabbed the cane.
“You know,” Greg didn’t bother to turn around, “one of these days you’ll do that, and I’ll fall on my face, and you’ll be sorry.”
“Only because you’d snipe more.”
“You wouldn’t notice. What, with your *dates* to keep your attention.”
“Okay. That’s it.” James tugged on Greg’s cane. “Come with me.”
“Give me my cane back.”
“Not until I get you somewhere that we can talk.” James turned, hand still gripping Greg’s cane, and led him back towards the office.
“I’m not a six-year-old who needs a leash.”
“Then quit acting like you are.’
“But where would I have my fun, then?”
“I’m sure there’s someone out there who wants severe psychological trauma. You’ll find them.”
“How kind of you to say.”
James pulled Greg into his office by the cane and closed the door. As soon as the door latched, he grabbed a handful of Greg’s shirt and yanked him forward. “It was *one* lunch with an overstressed *employee*. *Nothing* happened. We talked. She freaked. I calmed her down.”
“What about the tie?”
“You like green.” James ran his hand through Greg’s hair. “I knew you’d notice it. I *thought* you’d realize I was wearing it for you.”
“You were flirting with me.”
“Maybe a little.”
“How disgustingly romantic.”
“Fuck you and your cynicism.” There was no malice in James’s voice. “If you can’t recognize a romantic gesture when it’s knotted neatly in front of you, then it’s your own damned fault.”
“Such a mouth on you, James. Careful your patients don’t hear you.”
“I’ll wash my mouth out with soap.”
“Don’t. I like it when it’s filthy.” Greg leaned in and kissed James thoroughly. “It’s a turn-on.”
James rolled his eyes. “Only you.”
“What? Dear Julie doesn’t like it?”
“Good Catholic girls aren’t supposed to like it.”
“They’re also not supposed to marry Jews.”
“She’s learning that.”
“But you still,” Greg made a face, “love her.”
“Until the divorce goes through.”
“You’ve got to stop getting married.”
“Yeah.” James let go of Greg. “I’ve also got to get to a consult. Dinner tonight?”
“Can’t. Half-dead woman.”
“Breakfast?”
“My place or yours?”
“I’m not divorced, yet.”
“My place, then.” Greg settled his cane on the floor. “You’ll cook.”
“Because I have no wish to land here with food poisoning.”
“You’ll end up with that from the cafeteria.” Greg opened the office door. “I hear there’s a new set of med students starting rotation today.”
“Cuddy’s going to kill you when her office furniture gets turned upside down again.”
Greg smiled. “Yeah.”
James shook his head. “I’ll see you later.”
