| Birthday. |
[May. 13th, 2008|02:07 pm] |
Wilson started on dinner as soon as he got home, making all of Stephen's favorites. Then he retrieved Stephen's gifts from their hiding spot, setting the box and the envelope on the coffee table.
"Stephen," he called, peering into the study. "Happy birthday." |
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[Apr. 19th, 2008|06:20 pm] |
Wilson got home a little earlier than usual, contemplating what to do about the auction. He wasn't sure if it was worth it to buy a new tuxedo for the event, since he wasn't actually a bachelor, but it was still always nice to look your best.
"Stephen?" he called, dropping his bag on the couch. "What did you want for dinner?" |
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| V-day. |
[Feb. 15th, 2008|01:13 am] |
Wilson woke up a little earlier than usual today, since it was Valentine's Day. He thought he'd make Stephen breakfast in bed, and carefully got up without waking him up. After he made breakfast (almond crusted French toast with a strawberry topping) he got out his surprise for Stephen.
"Stephen," he said, setting the tray on the side table. "Breakfast." He kissed him awake. |
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| Aww. |
[Jan. 29th, 2008|10:28 pm] |
Wilson and Stephen were having a lazy day today, just taking it easy and lounging in bed for as long as they wanted. They didn't really have much that needed to be done, sometimes that was just what they needed.
Wilson wrapped an arm around Stephen, pulling him close and kissing him tenderly. "Mm, this is nice," he said, content. |
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| Aw, Stephen. |
[Dec. 4th, 2007|12:08 am] |
Wilson stirred, glancing blearily at the clock. It was 3:17, according to the bright red numbers. He sat up slowly, used to getting up quietly so as not to wake Stephen. Who, as he just noticed, was not actually next to him in bed at the moment.
Odd, Wilson thought, but then figured Stephen was probably just in the bathroom. Seeing as he needed to visit the bathroom as well, he got up and padded over to the door. Noting that it was open, he peered in and saw Stephen staring at the mirror, paler than Wilson could ever remember seeing him. He was whispering something.
Wilson blinked as he heard it. Did he just whisper, "You're gay"? he thought to himself. What was going on? |
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| Mm, sex. |
[Oct. 1st, 2007|02:02 am] |
The party had been a lot of fun, and Wilson was more than nicely buzzed by the time it ended. From the looks of things, Stephen had had his fair share of alcohol as well.
After he said goodbye to everyone, and made sure everyone had a safe way home, Wilson took a look around his apartment. He'd clean up later. He had a much better way to spend the night in mind.
"Stephen, you in the bedroom?" he called, making his way to the bedroom door. |
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| Awww, anniversary! |
[Aug. 23rd, 2007|03:46 pm] |
Wilson managed to get off work early on Friday, the tickets he had ready in his pocket. Tomorrow was his and Stephen's first anniversary, so it seemed only fitting that they do something different for it.
He entered the apartment, setting down his bag. "Stephen?" he called. "I have a surprise for you."
[OOC: Backdated to the 17th.] |
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| Birthday celebration. |
[May. 13th, 2007|09:55 pm] |
It was Stephen's birthday today. Wilson got up first, making sure not to wake Stephen or Jeannette, in order to make breakfast. Jeannette woke up next, and after a quick explanation she nodded and promised not to wake up Stephen. He fed her as soon as breakfast was ready, and shortly after, House stopped by to pick her up.
Wilson made some coffee as well, poured Stephen a cup, and put it and his breakfast--apple cinnamon pancakes--on a tray with the butter and syrup and brought it into the bedroom. "Stephen," he called, setting the tray on the nightstand and sitting down the bed. "Time for breakfast," he added, kissing him awake. |
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[May. 8th, 2007|12:05 am] |
First, he'd been a teenager for a week. Then, they'd been stuck in the hospital except for randomly being transported to another time and/or dimension entirely when they tried to leave. And then Wilson had gotten sick. That meant that it had been nearly a month since he and Stephen had had sex. And it was catching up to Wilson.
It was the first day after he'd gotten better that he'd been back to work, so it was easy enough to get home early. "Stephen?" he called, walking in the door.
[OOC: Backdated to Monday, April 23.] |
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[Apr. 14th, 2007|11:22 pm] |
Wilson told Andrews and Reynolds that he'd need them to take over his patients for a couple days, explaining that he was sick. Andrews and Reynolds agreed easily enough, and both looked relieved to have some sort of rational explanation. (Andrews was used to taking over and not asking questions, given all the other times strange things had happened and she'd needed to see his patients.)
So Wilson put some of his paperwork in his bag and headed home, deciding he could have Stephen order them some lunch while he rested on the couch and finished some of his work. He got home a little before one and saw Stephen watching TV. "Hey, Stephen," he greeted, setting his bag next to the couch before sitting down.
[OOC: Backdated to Wednesday.] |
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| A visit. |
[Jan. 23rd, 2007|03:30 pm] |
Wilson was sitting at home—alone, stupid portal—just reading the newspaper and having a drink. She missed Stephen, wondering when (or if, but she tried not to think about that possibility) she'd be able to see him again.
God, the portal was annoying. First it turns her into a woman, and then it takes Stephen away. Why did it enjoy screwing with them so much?
She sighed, trying to focus on the paper.
[OOC: Backdated to Friday.] |
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| Christmas morning. Aw. |
[Dec. 26th, 2006|12:23 am] |
Wilson woke up at around seven-thirty and decided to make a light breakfast before she started on the dinner. Some sausage, her Macadamia nut pancakes, and cinnamon rolls would work for that.
After breakfast was ready, she crawled back into bed and kissed Stephen awake, softly saying, "Morning, Stephen. Merry Christmas." |
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| Ah, breakfast. |
[Nov. 11th, 2006|12:37 am] |
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Wilson was heading out of the cafeteria, two muffins in hand—the main breakfast was scrambled eggs, but he knew how horrible it was—intending to go right back up to his office to give one to Stephen. He probably ought to stop in the conference room, too, and get them some coffee. |
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| Shopping. |
[Oct. 25th, 2006|07:48 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  relaxed | ] |
Wilson and Stephen needed to go shopping, as Stephen was going to be staying through the Christmas holidays. It was Saturday, so it was a good time to go. Wilson let Stephen borrow some clothes for the day, however, since all he had were his pajamas.
A little after lunch--around twelve-thirty--Wilson asked, "You ready to go?" |
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| Distraction. |
[Oct. 21st, 2006|10:47 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  depressed | ] |
Stephen hadn’t come back for the last month, surprise, surprise. It probably should’ve alarmed Wilson how bitter he was about the whole thing, but he wasn’t going to bother. It appeared as though Stephen had decided to move on, so he wasn’t going to sit around and pine for him.
He was working late—it was almost nine—catching up on some paperwork that he needed to do, but truthfully it was hard to concentrate.
Fuck, he missed Stephen.
He hated this. He really needed a distraction. Getting up, he picked up the paperwork and put it into his bag. Grabbing his coat and tugging it on, he headed out of his office, locking it behind him. He’d go home, drop off his things, shower, change, and then head out to a bar, pick someone up. It’d suit his purposes.
Wilson wasn’t paying much attention to where he was going, lost in his thoughts as he was, and as he turned the corner he ran smack into someone. He dropped his bag in surprise as the person fell over. “I'm sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” he said apologetically, holding out a hand to help the other person up. That was when he realized he had just knocked over Hawkeye Pierce. |
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[Aug. 31st, 2006|01:39 am] |
Wilson got back to his apartment a few hours after Stephen had finally left, back through the Portal or Wormhole or whatever the stupid thing was called. He'd thought that maybe driving around for awhile would help.
It hadn't.
When he opened the door and walked inside he realized with a small degree of irrational irritation that he was already used to Stephen being there or following him in. Shutting the door behind him, he leaned against it for a second, closing his eyes.
Shaking himself out of it after a moment, he sunk down on the couch, weary. He'd been such an idiot to get this attached. House had, irritatingly enough, been right on that front. It had been downright masochistic. |
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[Aug. 30th, 2006|01:09 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | excited | ] |
It seemed like Saturday morning had gone by in a blur. (Well, the morning shower sex hadn't, but that was the exception.)
Before Wilson had even had time to register, it was four and almost time for the movie. He and Stephen dressed quickly enough, making sure to look presentable.
At four-thirty, he grabbed Stephen and pulled him close, kissing him. "Ready to go?" he asked. |
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[Aug. 25th, 2006|02:44 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | clinic | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  okay | ] |
Wilson was in the clinic, seeing a patient with nothing more severe than a head cold and a little bit of hypochondria.
He smiled kindly at the young lady and tried to convince her that it was just a cold and nothing serious.
Eventually she believed him, and they walked out of the exam room. Wilson walked up to the desk. |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2006|08:02 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | calm | ] |
It had been a fairly long day, and Wilson was ready to go home, so he headed to his office to get Stephen and his messenger bag.
"Hey," he said, and greeted the man with a smile. "I'm about ready to go," he added, straightening up his desk and grabbing his bag.
"Did you want to grab some takeout, or something?" Wilson asked. "I suppose I could cook, but I think I need to get to the grocery store." |
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[Aug. 18th, 2006|09:12 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | His office | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  frustrated | ] |
Wilson was trying to concentrate on the paperwork on the desk in front of him, but it was proving difficult. He kept replaying his and Stephen’s last meeting in his mind, and it was suitably distracting.
He sighed to himself. It served him right for getting caught up in the moment like that. Now, paperwork. He was almost done. He could finish this up within the hour.
Maybe. If his mind let him.
It wasn’t looking good, so far.
[OOC: To be timed to the day of Stephen's discharge from the hospital.] |
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