Dance Upon the Wind
Just a quick drabble I wrote. Enjoy!
"The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."
Wilson just gaped at him. "This…this isn't possible."
"I beg to differ." House replied. "Well, I don't really beg, but you know what I mean."
He was floating in mid air.
"Where's the wire?" Wilson began waving his hands all around House, trying to detect what was keeping the Diagnostician in the air. House bobbed slightly as Wilson brushed him.
"No wires, no magnets, nothing." He moved back, away from Wilson's touch.
"Right. You just stepped off your desk and didn't fall." Wilson said skeptically.
"Pretty much." House grinned at him and extended a hand. "Want to try?"
"I don't think so."
"Too bad." House grabbed his wrist.
Wilson yelped as his feet and the earth parted ways. He snatched his hand away from House, hoping the lack of contact would restore gravity's control over his body.
"Ow." Wilson picked himself off the floor slowly. "How did you know that would work?"
"Not sure, but I'm guessing instinct." House shrugged.
Wilson watched him thoughtfully for a moment. "I guess you won't need your cane anymore."
"No, but I'm going to need something to fend off low-flying aircraft." House smirked.
"You're not going outside."
"Oh yes I am." House drifted toward the balcony. "No space in here. I want to test my speed."
"No, no way." Wilson got between him and the door. "You have no idea how this is happening, or what could make it stop. I'm not letting you out into open air."
"Let being the operative word." House grabbed his wrist in a vice-like grip and towed him onto the balcony.
"OW! House, stop! Let me go!" Wilson tried to jerk free.
"You really don't want me to do that." House motioned below them with his free hand.
"Oh yes I d-"
Wilson cut off mid-word as he looked down. House had already pulled him over the balcony. They were suspended several stories in mid-air.
"Oh, my God." He started to tremble.
House pulled him closer, into a full embrace. "It's alright Wilson. I'm not going to drop you."
Wilson buried his face in House's chest, terrified of losing contact. "House, I'm scared of heights."
"You are not."
"I am now."
"I'll take your mind off it." House lifted his head slowly.
"Nothing is going to take my mind off the fact that I'm hanging in mid air."
"I beg to differ."
"What are you-"
Wilson's words were lost as House kissed him. He melted slowly against the older man, the fear-induced tension fleeing his body. He was still trembling, but not from the height.
"Feel better?" House murmured, his lips brushing Wilson's.
"Yeah." Wilson managed a breathless whisper.
House smirked. "Told you so."
Wilson, glancing around, realized that during the kiss they had drifted even higher, over the hospital entirely. "Just don't shoot us into the stratosphere House."
"We'd have to attempt something a lot more daring for that to happen." House grinned lustily.
Wilson returned the look. "Maybe. When I'm a little more used to this."
"Well then," House pulled him in for another kiss. "Let's work on it."