A/N - Woop, another update, and yes, the chapter everyone wanted - phone sex :D So yes, there shall be some smut :) Also, I just have to say, the title for this chapter, is from the Soulja Boy song, so lets clear this now - I do actually hate this song with a passion, but it just seemed so right for this chapter :) Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chappy, and I hope you'll be pleased to hear, that I'm thinking about bringing Cameron back in either the next chapter or the one after - I hope you don't think her trip was too short? But tell me what you think in a lovely reivew which make me very happy indeed :) On with the story...

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Chapter Twenty One – Kiss Me Through The Phone

And all I can taste is this moment,
And all I can breathe is your life.
Cause sooner or later it's over,
I just don't wanna miss you tonight.
- Goo Goo Dolls.

Now New Year's Eve, House could cross off another few days before Cameron returned to him.

He had thought about Wilson's words – every day apart was one closer to the day she'd be back and that provided some kind of comfort for him.

He had been surprised at just how lost he was without her. He felt like someone had taken away his comfort blanket and locked it away in a cupboard where he couldn't reach it. The woman who had been his lover, his sanity, his self-esteem, his reassurance, his desire, his unconditional love, his Allison, was in a different country, in a different time zone, in a different bed and all he wanted was to have her back.

The only thing that now got his butt out of bed and to the hospital in the morning was the knowledge that she would call and he could hear her voice.

At around lunch, after scoring another free meal off Wilson, House was sitting at his computer whizzing through the daily sudoku puzzles he had recently been using to cure his boredom. When his phone rang, he picked it up quickly, hoping to hear his lover's voice on the other end o the line.

"Hello?" he answered, spinning around in his chair so he faced his desk.

"Greg?" said a teary voice.

House frowned and rested his elbows on his desk.

"Ally? Is that you? What's wrong?" he asked, a slight panic running through him.

"Yeah, it's me," she sniffled "I…I just needed to talk to you, hear your voice,"

"Allison," House said softly "Please tell me what's wrong,"

She sighed heavily. "Nothing really, I've just had a bad day I guess. It's cold and rainy, I have bad PMS, it hasn't been a great day at work and all I get to come back to is an empty hotel room," Her voice was wavering and House knew she was on the brink of tears.

"It's alright, I'm here," he consoled quietly, wishing he could be there with her "Why have you had a bad day at work?"

"Well, I was supposed to be testing these samples but everything got all mixed up and some idiots decided they could use the samples for something completely different!" She was crying now. "It took me so long to organise those samples, Greg,"

"I know, I know," he said gently "But that wasn't your fault – it was those stupid British bastards,"

He heard Cameron laugh slightly and he smiled, hoping he was making her feel better.

"And then," she continued "there was this stupid jerk who's working for Dr Jones too and he completely humiliated me! I offered some advice on a case and he made me look like an idiot who had no idea what she was talking about!" Her voice softened. "Maybe I'm just not the best doctor for this project,"

"You know that's not true," said House firmly "You know as much as I do that you are a brilliant immunologist – you learn quickly, you're sharp and quick and smarter than most of those British twerps put together. Jones wouldn't have picked you if he didn't think you were up to it - so don't degrade yourself. One bad day doesn't mean you're any less capable than anyone. You're amazing – I know that, Jones knows that, hell, everyone knows that."

Cameron sighed and smiled at his sweetness. "Thank you, Greg," she said, feeling considerably better.

"You're welcome – heck, if I can't be there with you, the least I can do if give you a special House pep-talk," he joked and Cameron laughed.

"I miss you," she said softly "I really wish you were here right now," Her voice wavered again. "I just need a hug. I need you."

"I know, baby," he said quietly "I miss you too. God, I'd never thought I'd say I could do with a hug too,"

Cameron chuckled and House smiled – she was alright again and that was all that mattered.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I feel a lot better now. I just needed to hear your voice again."

"Good, I'm glad I could be service to you,"

"So, is the hospital doing anything for New Year's Eve?" asked Cameron, changing the subject.

"Erm, yeah, I think there's a party or something going on, but I think I'm gonna give it a miss. Maybe just hang out with Wilson. Are you doing anything?"

"Nope, I'll probably just watch the celebrations on the TV. Do you want me to ring you at midnight your time, or my time? It'll be a bit weird, but I have to call you then…"

"Well, I'll just ring you at your 12'o'clock, because at my 12'o'clock, it will be the middle of the night there!"

Cameron smiled. "Yeah, I guess so. I wish we could be together for New Year," she said sadly.

"Yeah, I know," said House quietly "but if you think you're going anywhere next year, you've got another think coming,"

Cameron smiled softly. He was basically saying that he still wanted them to be together in a year and she really hoped he was right.

"I'm not going anywhere,"

"Good,"

There was a pause before House spoke again.

"You know, I could do with a bit more than a hug right now. My wrist hasn't seen so much action in months, and I think he's getting a little tired,"

He let his voice trail off and Cameron laughed. "Well, I'm sure I could help you out…maybe give your wrist a helping hand," she said seductively and House groaned.

"Allison, don't you dare do this to me now,"

"Do what, Greg?" she asked innocently, loving teasing him "I'm simply saying, that I wouldn't mind telling you just what I would like to be doing to you – where my hands would be, where my lips would be…"

House groaned, feeling himself getting hard in his jeans.

"Allison," he moaned, closing his eyes "I'm at work. Don't do this to me now,"

"Okay, maybe I'll call you when I know you're alone then – we could both do with letting off a bit of steam. Why not do it together whilst on the phone?"

House groaned again. "You're on. I'll call you at 6, local time, so about 11 there. We'll celebrate the New Year in our own way," he said suggestively "You better still be up, otherwise I am flying out to England so you can finish what you started,"

Cameron laughed. "I love you, Greg," she said, a smile in her voice.

"I love you too. Speak to you later,"

"Bye,"

House hung up, and sunk his head into his hands. He hated her being away from him even more when she was upset – as he'd fallen in love with her, the need to protect her only grew and now, he couldn't stand to see her cry or be in distress. And if she was upset and he couldn't be there, he could only try and soothe her with his voice and his words. He thought he'd done a pretty good job though, as she'd gone from whimpering his name and tearfully telling him about her day, to teasing him and promising him phone sex later on.

Today was going to be a long day.

******

As he'd imagined, the day went very slowly indeed. Each second seemed to mock him as it fell into the next, echoing around the walls. People always say you can never see the big hand move, and in this case, it was true. No matter how many times he checked his watch or how long he spent gazing at the clock in his office, that stupid big hand seemed to be moving slower than ever.

He knew, of course, that this was actually his mind playing tricks on him. Time wasn't mocking him. He didn't even know if time was capable of mocking. He was personifying time – he really was losing his mind without Cameron.

Eventually, those hands ended up at half past 5 and House was already out the door of his office. Unluckily for him, Wilson collared him on the way out.

"Hey, you wanna hang out tonight?" he asked, falling into step with House.

"Nope," replied House simply, hoping it would end the conversation. No luck there.

"Erm, can I ask why?"

"You can ask, doesn't mean I'll answer."

Wilson narrowed his eyes at his friend as they waited for the elevator.

"You can't have plans, there's no-one left to make plans with,"

"Well, actually, I do have plans. With my girlfriend,"

Wilson looked confused and stepped into the elevator next to House.

"What, the same girlfriend who just happens to be in a different country?" asked Wilson.

"No, the other one," House deadpanned.

Wilson arched his eyebrow at his friend, who said nothing, just carried on staring at the falling numbers above the doors.

As the car came to a stop, Wilson trailed out after House.

"So are you going to tell me what you're up to?" he asked as he walked through the lobby with him.

"I'm going to have glorious phone sex with my girlfriend. You can come over later, but it would probably be wise to ring first." said House calmly and Wilson stopped in his tracks, not expecting that.

Well, it was House, so he shouldn't have written anything off.

Wilson watched House's retreating back, smiled slightly and shook his head. Maybe this would let House relieve some of that stress.

House had probably broken about 3 different laws as he sped back home, and made his leg ache with pain as he moved quickly into his apartment. But who could blame him?

It was a little before 6 when he got in, so he used the time to calm his body down. He threw his backpack and coat down, got himself a beer and then sat down on the couch. Nearly 6'o'clock.

He thought about all those times where he'd woken up with a raging hard-on, and wasn't able to put it to good use as he was alone. So he had to relieve it himself, his thoughts of his girlfriend fuelling his actions. Even then, it hadn't been as satisfying as having Allison help him – now, maybe if his actions were fuelled by her voice, he might be closer to being half as satisfied as he was when Allison was there.

Just then, his phone rang and he snatched it up quickly. Before he could answer, Cameron's voice came over the line.

"I couldn't wait any longer," she said, her voice heavily laced with lust.

"What are you doing, Allison?" he asked in his deep voice that sent shivers down her spine.

"I'm alone in my hotel room. The door is locked, the curtains are shut; I am yours for this evening. Just me and my semi-naked body,"

House groaned, already feeling his member becoming hard.

"Now, I want you to listen to my voice, Greg," she said, taking control quickly "My hands, are your hands. Your hands, are my hands. I want you to imagine I'm there, just like I'm doing – you aren't just on the phone, Greg, you are here with me,"

House moaned again and shifted slightly in his seat.

"You're here with me," he breathed "Can you feel me there, with you? Can you feel my hands on your skin?"

"Yes," moaned Cameron, her hands moving over her body.

"My lips are on your neck, Allison, over that spot behind your ear. Take off your underwear,"

Allison did as he said, slipping out of her silky panties and bra, so she was lying naked on her bed.

"Can you see me there, Greg? My hands moving over your chest, and un-doing your jeans, I want to see that glorious cock of yours."

House un-did his pants and his erection sprung free as he lowered his boxers slightly. He took his shaft in his hand, stroking it gently.

"I'm going to lay over you, Allison. My hands are all over your body, moving down, further and further. My fingers are on your clit. Does it feel good?"

Cameron moaned as she arched off her bed, her fingers mimicking his words. "Yes, fuck yes," she breathed.

"I am there with you, Greg, straddling your hips, kissing you as I stroke your cock just the way you like it. One stroke, two stroke, thumb over the head, quick strokes and then lazy strokes. Are you doing it, Greg?"

"Oh, fuck yes," he moaned, doing exactly what she said. She knew how he liked it.

"I bet you're imagining all the things you'd like to do to me, what I'd do to you?"

"Right now, I bet you're soaking wet, dripping all over your bed sheets, just for me. You know what I wanna do? I wanna lie under your thighs and do that thing with my tongue. I wanna make you scream," House managed to breathe out his words, still stroking himself.

"Fuck, yes. I bet your hand is wrapped around your cock, stroking it for me. You know what I wanna do? I wanna kneel in front of you and make you come so hard in my mouth."

They both groaned in unison.

"You know, I'm about this close to buying a ticket to London and coming over there and fucking you silly right now,"

Cameron laughed slightly, turned on by how eager he was.

"Are you close, baby?" Cameron asked, her fingers probing her walls for him.

"Fuck yes,"

House was moving his hand faster now, his t-shirt damp with his sweat, his head thrown back against the couch.

"I wanna be inside you now. I'm there with you, Allison, I'm inside you, thrusting into you harder than I ever have before."

"Oh, God, that is so good,"

Cameron arched off the bed, her moans and whimpers becoming louder as her other hand kneaded her breast, the phone between her shoulder and her ear. House could hear her breathing speed up as she moaned his name.

"Come on, Ally, come for me, baby, I'm there, feel me," moaned House.

"Greg!" she cried, and that was his undoing.

With a moan of pleasure, he erupted, fluids landing on his jeans as he came. He listened to her moans and cries, a smile on his face as he thought of her coming over his voice. His breathing began to steady and he laughed slightly, his eyes closing in relief. He couldn't hear anything on the other end of the phone.

"You okay? I haven't killed you, have I? God, killing someone through orgasm, just with my voice – I'll be a hero," teased House, his pulse stabilising slightly.

When he heard Cameron chuckle, he smiled.

"Good?" he asked.

"Amazing," she breathed in reply. "Good for you?"

"Amazing," he answered, repeating her words. "I don't think I've ever jerked myself off like that before,"

Cameron laughed, slipping into her pyjamas.

"The real thing would have been better," she said.

"Of course, but a little bit difficult in these circumstances," he said, putting himself back into his jeans.

"You're good at this phone sex thing. Are you sure you haven't done it before on one of those dirty chat lines that cost about $1000 a minute?" she asked playfully.

"Me? Never!" he said incredulously. "Well, I did when I was 15,"

Cameron laughed at his admission. "Really? What did you do?" she asked, curious about his teenage years.

"Me and my friends decided to do it for a laugh and then just ended up making the woman on the other end angry and she hung up,"

Cameron laughed again, imagining a 15 year old, horny House and his friends ringing chat lines.
"You know, we should make all our conversations like that," said House, smirking as he limped out to his bedroom to change his jeans.

"Yeah well, I'm not sure Cuddy would be too pleased with that. I ring you at work a lot,"

House smiled, picturing Cuddy's face if she walked in on him having the same sort of conversation as he had just had. He whipped off his jeans, stained with his arousal.

"Yeah, I don't think she'd be too happy somehow," he said, pulling on some clean sweatpants. Then he flopped back on his bed, his legs hanging off the end.

"It's nearly midnight here," said Cameron quietly.

"We've been on the phone for nearly an hour?" asked House, checking his watch. "Jesus,"

Cameron chuckled. "Will you stay on the phone until its new year?" she asked.

"Of course," he said quietly and then he had a thought.

"Hey, won't it be cool - we'll be talking to each other in different years," he said, an amused smile crossing his face.

Cameron chuckled – he really was just a little kid sometimes.

"Yes, Greg, very cool," she said, rolling her eyes, but smiling at how cute he could be. "This year's going to be a good one, isn't it?"

House smiled. "Yeah," he said quietly "Yeah, I really think it is. Well, it will be once your cute little ass is back in this country,"

Cameron laughed. "Okay, 15 seconds,"

House waited, smiling at Cameron's excitement.

"Ready? 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1," she counted down, a smile on her face. "Happy New Year, baby,"

"Happy New Year, Allison," said House, still finding it cool they were both in different years. "I love you,"

"I love you too,"

"Talk to you soon, okay?" he said.

"Yeah, talk to you soon. Bye, Greg,"

"Bye, Allison,"

He hung up the phone and threw it across the bed. He was still lying flat on his back on his bed, his arms stretched out as he thought about the New Year. He hoped that it would be the first of many for him and Allison, and hoped that next time, he would be with her to kiss her at midnight. He knew it was probably very cliché, but what the hell…

After taking a shower, as he never really got the chance to clean himself up after his and Cameron's very…entertaining phone conversation, House called Wilson.

"Hey, do you wanna come over?" he asked.

"Is it safe?" asked Wilson.

"Yeah…for now. She might call again though, and y'know, I might have to comply with her demands, but hey, I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you joined in too, I can put her on speaker phone. Now I think about it, it probably would have been easier to use speaker phone a while ago…"

"Okay, House, waaaaaay too much information,"

"Are you coming over or not?" asked House, losing patience with his friend.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be over in 10,"

House snapped his phone shut, flicked on the TV and pulled out another few beers from his fridge.

******

The countdown had begun again, this time on House's TV, and House glared at Wilson as he counted down with the crowds of people celebrating on the TV. As the clock ticked over to midnight, fireworks began to explode all around New Jersey, and House and Wilson still sat in silence. Then, Wilson looked over at him.

"Happy New Year, buddy," he said, lifting his beer to him.

"Happy New Year, Wilson,"

They clinked their bottles and then sat back again. Just then, House's phone rang again.

"Ooo, watch out, Wilson, it might be Allison ready for another round," he said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

Wilson just rolled his eyes and House answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, happy New Year…again," said a very sleepy sounding Cameron, laughing slightly.

"Happy New Year again," said House, smiling "Did you wake up just to ring me?"

"Yeah," she mumbled "I set my alarm,"

"You didn't have to do that,"

"I know, but I wanted to,"

"Well, why don't you go back to sleep, and I'll call you tomorrow," he said softly, hearing her already begin to fall asleep on the phone.

"Yeah, yeah, tomorrow," she murmured sleepily.

"Goodnight, love you,"

"G'night, Greg, love you too,"

House smiled as he snapped his phone shut again. He looked over at Wilson who was smirking at him, trying not to laugh. House glared at him.

"What?" he snapped.

"Nothing, nothing at all," said Wilson innocently.

"Don't give me that bullshit, what are you smirking about? Is it because I said 'I love you' to Allison?" he said, his eyes narrowing on Wilson. "God, grow up, dude,"

"No, not that, I know you love her – it's just, you're on the phone with her for two seconds and you start smiling like a love-struck teenager. It's nice, it's…different, it's good."

House said nothing, feeling slightly embarrassed in front of his friend. He just felt better when he spoke to her.

"You miss her a lot?" asked Wilson.

House smiled sadly and nodded before turning his head to look at Wilson. "I miss her a lot."

Wilson nodded understandingly and then turned back to the TV without saying anything else.

God forbid if Cameron ever went away again.

hope you enjoyed it :) any thoughts, feelings, ideas are greatly loved. I'd love to get to 300 :) Thanks for everyone who reviewed last time!