Game On
"Come on let's hit the road." House asnwered emerging from down the hall.
"I hope you don't mean that literally, 'cos that would hurt."
At which point she switched off the TV and turned to face him. Her heart skipped a beat before jumping into her throat, with an inhumane effort she gulped it back down.
Polished black leather shoes, dark denim jeans and a crisp white shirt. At this point you're most likely wondering why Cameron was reacting sp strongly to such normal attire. However his wet hair was deliciously ruffled from a quick towelling and his still damp chest was visible through and open shirt. His well toned muscles glimmered slightly as he fought to wrestle complicated looking cuff links into place.
Without thinking about it, Allison suddenly found herself standing in front of him and taking the silver cuff links from his large rough hands.
She blushed slightly feeling the heat radiate from his body and bore through her from his stare. As she finished with the first cuff and took the next in hand she glanced at him for the briefest of seconds and instantly scolded herself with the memory of his smirk and intense stare.
Her blush increased ten-fold. She could feel it spreading past her jaw, down her neck and further beneath her shirt.
She wasn't sure why she did it, possibly she unconsciously felt his pulse increase,but she glanced at him once again as the second link clicked into place.
He was not so subtlety following the path of her blush, i.e. he was staring down her shirt.
He raised his gaze when all traces of redness had disappeared as Cameron had quickly replaced a blush for knowing smile.
His smirk returned as he began to do up the buttons of his shirt.
"Tit for tat." he said, said his eyes gleaming with mischief.
The double meaning was certainly no lost on Cameron. Her eyes widened slightly, eyebrows arching in mild shock before she crossed her arms defensively.
"Hmm," he said with another appreciative glance, "Can't wait to see them in the shower."
Cameron froze as he turned away from her grinning and picked up his black leather jacket. He quickly shrugged it on, sending droplets of water cascading everywhere from his damp hair.
"Are you coming Allison?" he asked, emphasizing the last two words ever so slightly.
If that's how you want to play it House, fine; she thought. Game on.
"Of course I'm coming Gregory." she said seductively.