BOXERS OR BRIEFS??
Yeah, Anjelina, right there! Hmmm, feels good…you sure Brad isn't gonna be back any time…oh, damn…
Her hand glides over the footboard to keep her bearing in the room so she doesn't stub her toe as she approaches the side of the bed he's facing.
Oh, God…he looks so sexy sleeping…so vulnerable…so unlike him. Breathe, Allie, breathe.
She reaches the side of the bed and her fingers drape over the blanket covering her boss. She sees his face better now: his hands curled up under his chin; his nose flaring as he breathes; his head and face buried in the pillow, sleeping peacefully.
'Peaceful?' I never thought I'd ever use that word to describe House. Oh, I'm losing it…crap.
She sits down on the bed beside him and holds her breath. She leans forward and softly touches his shoulder so as not to wake him too abruptly.
"House." Cameron whispers softly. He jerks awake and pushes himself up a bit. "Why didn't you pick up the phone? We've been calling," she says as she turns on the lamp.
He throws his head aside to avoid the bright glare of the light. "I was sleeping."
Cameron frowned when she looked into his eyes. "What did you do?"
At this, House grew angry. "Nothing! This is how regular people look when you wake them up!"
"Chase was wrong. Addie's kidneys are failing."
House looks at her angrily then realizes who is sitting in his bed, in the middle of the night, staring down at him after a sex dream with Anjelina Jolie. He grows angrier when he realizes he has to go to the bathroom, and there is no way in hell he'd be able to get out of bed without her seeing his 'cane.'
"Will she make it through the night?" he asks.
"She's stable."
"Okay, then go away," he says, his bladder about to burst under the sheets.
"I wasn't pestering…I just wondered…"
House looks at her and frowns. "Wondered what?"
"We saw you get the amphetamines yesterday at the pharmacy. I just assumed you took them."
"Oh, God," House says as he throws his head back down on the pillow. "When you as$ume, you make an as$ of yourself."
She doesn't smile but says, "Sorry for caring."
"Who asked you to?"
"Nobody, but someone has to."
"I don't care if you care."
"That doesn't make sense."
"What doesn't make sense is you lying on my bed pestering me! WHY are you still here?"
"Because, I've made a bet."
House looks at her confused then curious. "About what?"
"The boys knew I was coming, and apparently you men need to pee as soon as you wake up. So…" House catches her meaning. He knows what she is taking about. His bladder screams. He clenches his teeth. "So…they bet me $20 you'd be wearing briefs, and I told them you'd be wearing boxers. Less wear and tear on the little apartments."
House is in a jam. His urine is about to spew out of his ears (ok, not literally). She stands up and steps back to the doorway, leans against it, crosses her arms and waits. "You've got thirty seconds, old man."
House never hated Cameron as much as he hates her now; totally despises the woman. He can't take the sheet because he isn't using one. He just has the blanket and there is no way he'd be able to wrap that around himself and tear into the bathroom. He certainly isn't going to pee in his bed.
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"CAMERON! Where the hell have you been? You've been there for three hours!" Foreman and Chase scream at her.
She's wearing a smile on her face – you know the kind of smile I'm talking about!
"Okay, so where's our money?"
"You didn't win."
The boys look at her confused. "Huh?"
"I didn't win, either."
Again, same dopey expression.
Cameron smiles, sways a little, flicks her hair back off of her shoulder, smelling his scent and says, "He doesn't wear either."