NotTheTallOne

************************* House twitched, his shoulder was starting to hurt. He grumbled lightly, rolling over, trying to find a better spot in order to get get back to his dreamless sleep. His body felt cold, the lingering heat that was always at his side or on top of him... or behind him.. depending on where his little human heating bag decided to drape himself over, House reached out to grab Wilson and drag him back into the groove of his body. His hand impacted a cold metal bar that bruised his knuckles. A hiss ripped from his lungs at the impact, what the hell? Why where there a metal bar in his bed? Was Wilson getting into his kinky f