Dreaming of a Girl
Kutner sat across the table from the girl that he had been thinking about for months, Thirteen she was called by the rest of the team. He wanted to call her Remy. She was absolutely gorgeous. Of course she didn't know that he thought such things about her. She probably figured him for some party boy who wanted booze and sex and Christ only knew what else. Sure he wanted the sex part, but he wasn't really a drinker and wanted to have a good time that he would remember the next day.
As House rambled on about the patient they were treating, Kutner couldn't keep his mind on the medicine for thinking about her lips. They were full and pink, he noted. A little upturned on the corners and perfect for kissing. He wanted to lean across the table and kiss her. That would be highly unprofessional, however.
'So,' the thought to himself. He wasn't exactly the most professional person in the world. The major problem was Foreman. Foreman had decided to kiss her. Foreman was probably even sleeping with her. Kutner wanted to sleep with her. He wanted to feel her sleek body pressed against his. To touch her creamy skin which probably felt like silk. To bury his face in her long hair and his cock in her warm, tight body and to ride the waves of feeling that he knew would come with the sex.
He wanted to lie, sweaty and naked, beside her all night, watching her sleep. He imagined her chest would rise and sink slowly in time with his own and that her long lashes would flutter, tickling whatever part of him they happened to be touching.
Kutner wanted to simply move across the table and take her into his arms and show her exactly what was going on in his mind. He smiled, thinking that she would react to him immediately and that they would tangle together in front of Foreman and Taub and House. They would make love in the middle of the floor or on top of the table and give their three colleagues a good show.
Kutner felt her eyes on him and stared back at her for a moment and realized that Taub, Foreman, and House were also staring at him. He looked up at House. "What are you smiling about?" House asked him. "Our patient is dying. Bleeding out of every orifice and we don't know why and you're happy about that?"
"Sorry," Kutner replied quickly, wiping the smile off of his face. "I just lost myself for a minute." He looked back at Thirteen and saw her raise one eyebrow questioningly.
"Kutner and Thirteen, go get blood cultures and a tox screen. Taub and Foreman search the home," House instructed. "Find me as soon as you're done."
Kutner couldn't help but smile inwardly. He had been paired with Thirteen to get patient samples and the like. He really should have been concentrating on the medicine, but had done blood samples and tox screens so much he could do it perfectly in his sleep. He got up and followed her out of the room, watching her ass sway as she walked down the hall. It would be a great day, he determined as they entered the patient room. He had a feeling that the case would be cake, but was glad to get the time with Thirteen.
There would be time later on to tell her how he felt. He winked at her as he was gathering the blood samples and she collected the urine from the patient's catheter. She smiled back, not knowing that he was picturing her naked. The job would go on, he knew, and so would his little fantasies about Remy Hadley.