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CHAPTER 14: Please read and comment.
…You want to?" Chase asked Sophie over the phone, shifting on his bed.
Sophie paused and grinned, knowing that 'YOU WANT TO?' was the code that they had developed for 'DO YOU WANT TO HAVE PHONE SEX?'
"Do you?" she asked him, feeling her own arousal grow at his suggestion.
Chase leaned over to the night stand, grabbed his bottle of Vicodin, popped the top open with his thumb, took out a pill and swallowed it dry.
"Yeah," Chase said eagerly.
"You wanna start?" Sophie asked him, stretching her toned and shapely legs out in front of her on her own bed.
"Let's play a game," Chase said suggestively.
"What kind of a game?" Sophie asked him sexily, leaning on her side.
"Let's play, 'I wish,'" Chase said, feeling his erection throb in his pajama pants at the sound of her voice.
"How you do play that?" Sophie asked, her interest piqued as the space between her legs began to tingle.
"We each take turns telling each other what we wish for," Chase told her softly.
"Sounds like fun," Sophie said as a small smile played on her lips.
"But you can't repeat what the other person says," Chase added, knowing that she loved it when he made up little rules to their games.
"How do you win?" Sophie asked.
"Trust me, you'll figure it out," Chase assured her.
"You go first," Sophie said.
"I wish… I was kissing your beautiful mouth right now," Chase told her huskily.
"So do I," Sophie breathed, feeling her excitement begin to grow already.
"No no no. You can't say that. You have to tell me what you wish for," Chase scolded her gently.
Sophie smirked, knowing full well that Chase was trying to make her talk dirty.
They had had phone sex a few times already, but most of the time, he had done the talking, because Sophie felt hesitant to get too graphic.
But tonight, Chase was determined to change that.
"I'm not gonna get out of this, am I?" Sophie asked with a grin.
"Not this time," Chase said, grinning in response over the phone.
Sophie bit her lip and closed her eyes.
She let her hand drift down to her abdomen, lifted up Chase's sweatshirt on her, and began to lightly brush her skin on her belly with her fingertips.
"…I wish… I could feel your tongue in my mouth," Sophie whispered.
"Mmm…" Chase said approvingly. "I wish I was kissing and biting on your neck."
"I wish I was running my fingers through the back of your hair while you kissed my neck," Sophie added.
"I wish I was warming your beautiful breast with my palm... stroking your pretty, perky, nipple with my thumb," Chase told her.
Sophie's breath hitched as her hand began to drift upwards on her own body.
"No fair," she said softly.
Chase reached into his own pajama pants and began to slowly stroke his erection.
"Your turn," Chase reminded her.
Sophie unzipped Chase's hooded sweatshirt on her.
On a whim, she brushed her thumb against her nipple and closed her eyes.
"I wish you could see what I was doing," Sophie said breathlessly.
"Tell me," Chase whispered.
Sophie's breathing became shallow, but she didn't respond as she circled her own thumb around her erect nipple and areola.
"Please," Chase begged gently.
"...Rob—" Sophie began, feeling suddenly embarrassed.
"You can do it," Chase said coaxingly.
Sophie felt a wonderful tingle between her legs, knowing that he was thickening his accent for her pleasure.
"...I'm pretending my thumb is your thumb," Sophie finally said.
"Are you stroking your nipple?" Chase asked her tenderly.
"...Yes," Sophie said, barely above a whisper.
"I wish your thumb was my mouth," Chase told her.
Sophie gasped. "I wish I could touch you," she said.
"I wish I could feel your hand on me," Chase said, the arousal increasing in his voice as he still stroked himself.
Sophie slid her hand down underneath her panties and whimpered slightly as she brushed the elusive spot that Chase always found on her. Her breath began to come out in ragged gasps as she pleasured herself.
"I wish I could touch you where you're touching yourself," Chase said, his own breath becoming ragged as he felt the pressure build up between his legs at every stroke.
"I wish you could taste where you wish you were touching me," Sophie said, her voice becoming slightly higher.
"Oh god, that's good," Chase said desperately.
Sophie's whimpering became sexy little cries as she felt her orgasm begin to build.
"I wish I was buried deep inside you, feeling your wetness around me," Chase said breathlessly.
"Oh baby, so do I," Sophie cried out.
"… You lost," Chase managed to say.
"...Damn..." Sophie said.
"Come for me baby," Chase told her.
"Oh god!" Sophie cried out over the phone as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She arched back on the bed as lovely contractions overtook her
Chase groaned loudly as he climaxed powerfully a few seconds later.
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After their breathing had relaxed, Sophie leaned over on her side on her bed with an extremely satisfied smile on her face.
"Are you ok?" Chase asked her on the other end.
"I'm VERY ok," Sophie replied happily.
Chase grinned, incredibly thrilled that he had satisfied her merely by talking dirty to her.
"…Robbie?" Sophie asked.
"Hmmm?" Chase asked her.
"… Did you—" Sophie began tentatively.
"Yes," Chase assured her.
Sophie smiled. "How's your ankle?" she asked him.
Chase looked over at his bottle of Vicodin on the night- stand, which now only had two pills left after he had taken one before they had phone sex.
"It's fine," he told her.
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The next day, House entered the cafeteria and saw Wilson sitting in a booth with Debbie from accounting, chatting with her and smiling over two mugs of coffee and bagels.
House smirked and limped up to their booth. Both Wilson and Debbie were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't see House until he was standing right next to them.
"Well, this is cozy. Mind if I join you?" House asked, plastering an overly- friendly look on his face.
Wilson and Debbie exchanged hesitant glances at each other.
"Actually, we were kinda in the middle of something—" Debbie began.
"Great!" House interrupted enthusiastically, sliding into the booth next to Wilson.
House folded his hands together on the table top and smiled at Debbie.
"So what are we talking about?" House asked her eagerly.
Wilson merely shook his head in annoyance and grunted almost imperceptibly.
Debbie looked back and forth between the two men, noting Wilson's irritated expression.
"I'll… see you later, James," Debbie said before leaving the table.
After both men watched her leave from behind, House got out of Wilson's side of the booth and sat across from him.
"'Later,' as in sometime this decade, or 'later' as in 'later this evening?'" House asked Wilson in extreme interest.
"If I buy you breakfast, will you leave me alone?" Wilson asked him.
"No," House replied, shaking his head.
Wilson exhaled, knowing that House wasn't going to let up until he told him the truth.
"We… have a date tonight," Wilson mumbled.
"Seriously?" House asked him.
"It's just dinner," Wilson began. "It was Sophie's idea—"
"Good for you," House interrupted him.
Wilson actually did a double- take at House's words.
"WHAT did you say?" Wilson asked him in shock.
"I said 'good for you,'" House repeated with a slight shrug.
Wilson's jaw dropped open slightly.
"… Uh…" Wilson said.
"What? Is it so unbelievable that I'm happy for you?" House demanded.
"Yes!" Wilson exclaimed.
House smirked and took Wilson's bagel away from him, ripping off a piece and stuffing it in his mouth.
"I'm in a good mood," House said with a mouth full of bagel.
"Just how much sex are you and Cuddy having lately?" Wilson asked, arching his eyebrow in curiosity as he picked up his coffee mug to take a sip.
Just then, House saw Chase limp over to a nearby table. A different nurse, this time a cute, petite redhead was carrying his tray for him.
Chase smiled at her and thanked her as she placed his tray onto the table and helped him ease into the chair.
After the redhead nurse left Chase at the table, Chase reached into his pants pocket.
House kept his eyes on Chase as he watched him quickly pop a Vicodin into his mouth from the bottle and wash it down with the coffee on his tray.
"What's so fascinating?" Wilson asked him, following his stare to see Chase sipping his coffee, unaware that Chase had swallowed a pill a few seconds later.
"Nothing," House said, narrowing his eyes slightly as he watched Chase eat his breakfast.
"Something's got your attention," a familiar female voice said next to them.
Both Wilson and House looked up from their vigil on Chase and saw Cuddy standing next to them.
For a brief moment, House considered the pros and cons of revealing to Cuddy and Wilson about Chase's Vicodin habit.
House then looked up at Cuddy and then at Wilson.
"...Wilson's taking Debbie from accounting out for dinner tonight," House finally said.
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A little while later, Kutner and Chase were in House's office. Chase was sitting at House's desk while Kutner was lounging in House's chair and ottoman.
They were tossing House's red ball back and forth when House walked in. holding their current patient's file.
"Who said you two could play with daddy's toys?" House demanded lightly.
Kutner, who had just caught the ball, felt a flush creep up his cheeks.
"Sorry," he mumbled, contritely handing the ball back to House.
"Did you bother to check on the patient before the First Annual House's Red Ball Toss Off?" House asked.
"She tested negative for Atherosclerosis," Chase told him.
"Well that's good, because if our thirty- two year old female had tested POSITIVE for it, she'd be DEAD by now," House stated.
"Could still be diabetes," Chase said.
"She doesn't HAVE any symptoms of diabetes," Kutner reminded Chase in slight irritation.
"So… frequent urination and increased thirst AREN'T symptoms of diabetes?" House asked in a snarky voice, thrusting the file at Kutner.
"That's not in the history," Kutner said as he quickly opened the file and began to read through it.
"That's because she neglected to MENTION it when we took her history the first time," House told him.
At this, Kutner and Chase glanced at each other in surprise and then turned their attention to House.
"YOU SPOKE TO A PATIENT?" Kutner exclaimed.
"Wait a minute. You REJECTED my diabetes theory yesterday," Chase told him.
"Because yesterday, it was IDIOTIC," House argued.
"And today?" Chase asked him, leaning back in House's chair and folding his arms across his chest with a smug little grin on his face.
House kept his gaze even with Chase's self- righteous stare, the corners of his lips turning upwards.
"…Kutner, go test the patient for diabetes. Gimpy, you stay with me," House said.
Kutner nodded, got up from House's chair and left the two men in House's office.
"So you spoke to a patient. What's the occasion?" Chase asked, tilting his head slightly.
"He11 froze over. You didn't get the memo?" House asked him.
"What's going on?" Chase asked with interest.
House sat down in his leather chair and rested his right leg on the ottoman in front of it.
"I'm in a good mood," House replied simply.
"Since when?" Chase asked in disbelief.
"Since your boss has decided that her favorite pastime is riding Mt. Gregory," House replied, waggling his eyebrows in an exaggerated motion at Chase.
Chase raised both eyebrows very subtly in slight disgust.
"PLEASE turn back time so I can pretend that you never said that," Chase told him.
"How's Sophie?" House asked out of nowhere.
Chase furrowed his brow. "…She's fine," Chase replied, not sure why House would be asking about her.
"Does she know about your Vicodin abuse?" House asked him.
Chase rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"I'm not abusing Vicodin," Chase stated flatly.
"How many pills have you taken since yesterday morning?" House asked him.
"None," Chase lied easily.
"That means 'two,'" House stated, without missing a beat.
At first Chase stared at him, completely dumbfounded.
House motioned to Chase with his hand in a 'gimme' gesture.
Knowing that he had no choice, Chase lolled his head back before finally digging into his pocket and tossing the Vicodin bottle across the room at him, which House caught deftly in his right hand.
House smiled slightly when he saw there was only one pill left in the bottle.
"How do you DO that?" Chase demanded.
"I saw you take one this morning in the cafeteria… I'm assuming you took one last night… and I was always good at math," House replied.
Chase exhaled and placed his elbows on House's desk, leaning his head in his hands.
"So after you take THIS pill… that means you'll have to dip into the script that Cameron sent you," House declared.
Chase nodded, silently, his head still in his hands.
"I know that they say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery—" House began mockingly.
"Yeah, I'm taking Vicodin so I can be more like YOU," Chase said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he looked up at House.
"Well it's either that, or you really ARE abusing it," House stated.
Chase closed his mouth, licking his lips nervously, knowing that he had to come clean.
"… I was on the phone with Sophie last night… and I took one without even thinking twice about it," Chase confessed.
"Did you feel any pain in your leg?" House asked him.
Chase nodded slowly. "Right before I took it."
"But you didn't consider taking the Motrin," House said.
Chase shook his head 'no.'
"You know… technically it's better for me and this hospital if go to Cuddy about this," House told him.
"Yeah, I know," Chase said somberly.
Chase then dug into his other pants pocket, producing the bottle of Vicodin that Cameron had prescribed for him.
"Which is why you have to take this from me," Chase told him as he tossed that bottle across the room as well.
House bobbled the bottle in his hands after catching it, actually surprised.
"You're giving ME your secret stash," House clarified.
"If I give it to Cuddy, she'll know I'm becoming addicted. If I give it to WILSON, he'll tell Sophie about it," Chase explained.
House smirked again.
"I knew there was a brain inside that pretty head," House told him.
"Enjoy them," Chase said with a snort.
"You're gonna experience withdrawal symptoms," House told him.
"I know," Chase said flatly.
Just then, Chase's pager went off on his hip. He managed to get up with some difficulty. Grabbing his crutches, he limped for the door.
To Chase's surprise, House got up off his chair and held the door open for him.
Chase glanced at House in slight surprise at his sudden kind gesture before making his way out of House's office.
After Chase left, House limped over to the bookshelf behind his desk.
He pulled out a lupus textbook, opened it, placed Chase's bottle of Vicodin in the rectangular shaped hole he had cut out of it years ago, and placed the book back on the shelf.
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That night, Chase was hunched over his toilet in his apartment, vomiting violently.
As he emptied whatever was left of the contents of his stomach, his ankle throbbed mercilessly.
Somewhere nearby, Chase's cell phone was ringing.
Wiping his mouth with a nearby towel, he gasped for a breath and managed to reach over to his phone, which happened to be right next to him.
As a layer of sweat formed on his body giving him the chills, he saw 'SOPHIE' appear on his caller ID.
As another wave of nausea overtook him, he dropped the phone on the floor and hunched over the toilet again, never bothering to answer the call.
TBC…