Chapter 38
"Good morning, sleepy-head!" said Cameron cheerfully as she came into the bedroom carrying a breakfast tray with orange juice, blueberry pancakes and bacon for two. She placed it down carefully across House's lap and then climbed back into bed beside him.
"Good morning, gorgeous…" House said, giving her a kiss.
"This looks delicious, but you don't have to make me breakfast in bed."
"I wanted to do something nice for you …" replied Cameron, "I love you Greg …"
"I love you too and maybe I can think of a way to adequately thank you after we finish this feast …" House said with a saucy smile.
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"I wish we could stay in bed all day, but I have to work on my lecture." sighed Cameron.
"I had a thought. Why don't we go into PPTH and you can practice in the lecture hall?"
"That's right, no one will be using it today … you have the best ideas …"
"Funny you should mention that … let me show you my latest …"
House was delighted to find that Cameron was only wearing one piece of clothing when he removed her bathrobe and smiled as he took in the view. She was lying on her back with her hair loosely cascading over her shoulders, the brown curls almost reaching her bare breasts. House kissed them softly, not missing a single spot as he moved to her hips, where he stopped to admire her lacey black thong.
"Very sexy … ", he said, as he continued kissing Cameron while he gently rolled her over on her tummy. His hands roamed freely and he stretched out on top of her back, propping himself up to support his weight
Cameron turned over and ran her fingers down House's chest, playing with his bellybutton as she moved past. She smiled when she saw how ready he was for her.
"That was fast …" Cameron said coyly.
House slid off her panties and smiled at her saying …
"But this won't be …", as they joined and made slow, sweet love once again.
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"House … House … HOUSE", shouted Wilson.
"Geez Wilson, what are you trying to do … give me a heart attack …?"
"Sorry, I tried knocking … you were plugged in … ", Wilson said pointing to House's iPod, as he sat down. Both men propped their feet up on House's desk and leaned back in their chairs.
"I was surprised to see your car here when I drove in. What's up? You never come into the hospital on the weekend …"
"I came with Cameron … she's practicing her talk in the lecture hall."
"That's good … how's she doing? "
"I'm not sure … the content is good and Chase did an excellent job of her slides, but her presentation isn't the greatest, at least when I'm around … I'm starting to think that I won't be able to go to Baltimore with her …"
"Don't make that decision now… she may get better …"
"I hope so … would you have time to go and see how she's doing …" asked House.
"Sure … I have to hang around anyway … I have an appointment at 4 o'clock."
"Thanks Wilson."
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"So … you're looking pretty pleased with yourself today … I take it things went well with you and Cameron last night …"
"Well … they started off great. Cameron gave me my own private fashion show and things got really hot, so I went to take a shower …"
"Why did you go take a shower if things were getting hot … "
"I just wanted to be nice for her … do you mind not interrupting me …" House snarked.
"Sorry."
"Anyway, when I got out of the shower, my leg gave out on me … it hurt like hell and Cameron had to dry me off and take me to bed, which would have been really cool if I hadn't been in so much pain."
"So then you two didn't make love?" Wilson asked, almost as if he was relieved.
"No … I couldn't. But we slept together and that felt great."
"Yea, that's always nice… and Cameron wasn't disappointed …"
"No … she was terrific."
House was about to continue his story when he noticed something strange about Wilson. There was a sadness about him that was unsettling.
"So, tell me about you and Cuddy … did Little Jimmy have fun playing with Little Lisa last night?"
"HOUSE … give it a rest … nothing happened…"
"Nothing … ", said an incredulous House.
"Nothing."
House studied Wilson for a moment before he spoke.
"You're wearing the same clothes as you wore yesterday, which means that you haven't been home yet … which means … that either you're turning into a slob … or … you spent the night with Cuddy!"
Wilson knew that there was no point in denying it. When House decided that someone was trying to hide something from him, he would relentlessly dig until he found his answers.
"Yes … yes I did."
"Okay, so why don't you tell me the truth about what happened and save us both a lot of time." House said quietly.
"All right … but you can't tell Cameron … promise me …" pleaded Wilson
"I promise."
Now House was worried.
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Wilson took a big breath and spoke.
"When Lisa and I got to her house, she invited me in for a drink and I accepted. We sat in front of the fire for awhile and it wasn't long before we started to … you know …make out. Things escalated and soon we were on our way to the bedroom. By the time we got there we had left all of our clothes in a trail down the hallway."
"That sounds like a good start."
"Yea ... it was … so we got into bed and carried on … and nothing happened."
"What do you mean nothing happened?" House asked, genuinely confused.
"I couldn't … it wouldn't … well, to put it in language that you'd understand … Little Jimmy stayed very little …"
"You're kidding me, right?"
"Would I kid about something like this … especially with you?"
House was shocked.
"Um ... has this ever happened before?"
"Never. You?"
"Nope."
"House, I'm 38 years old, this shouldn't be happening to me and everything was working fine that morning when Lisa was modeling that nightgown in Saks … I'm so humiliated."
"What did Cuddy do?"
"Lisa really understood and tried not to make a big deal of it but I know she was disappointed. She asked me to stay, anyway …" Wilson said sadly.
"Why's that bandage on your arm, did you have blood work done?"
"Yep… I have an appointment with Jackson later on today."
"The urologist?"
"Yes. I want to rule out any physiological reason for my … problem."
"Don't jump to conclusions Wilson … it was probably just stress, you know, performance anxiety … I bet it's my fault … I shouldn't have been talking so much about the two of you making love … I'm sorry."
"Well, it might be due to stress or fatigue, but you know the cause is only psychological about 10-20 of the time and God knows, I do want to make love with Lisa, so I know it's not due to a lack of desire." Wilson continued.
"Don't worry about it … I just hope things get better … the problem is, what if Lisa and I try again and it doesn't work … then what do I do?"
"Would you like me to write you a prescription for Viagra?"
"Thanks, but I'm going to wait and see what Jackson says about my blood work before I start any sort of drug treatment…"
"Yea, that's a good idea. Where's Cuddy ... at home?"
"No she's working in her office; she came in to keep me company."
"You know, I think she loves you …" said House.
"I feel the same way about her … but how long is she going to put up with this?
"Don't underestimate her Wilson, she's a strong woman."
"I know … anyway, enough about my problems. I'm going to see how Cameron's making out. I'll talk to you after I meet with Jackson, if you're still here."
"I'll wait.
"Thanks for listening House."
House sat at his desk, playing with his Magic 8-Ball as he tried to think of a way to help Wilson.
I know … I'll go see Cuddy …
tbc …