When the Fog Lifts
Chapter 14
Allison drizzled a capful of body wash under the stream of hot water, causing it to erupt into bubbles. She pulled her hair up into a lose bun on top of her head and stepped over the tall side of the antique, claw-foot bathtub. As she sunk beneath the bubbles and into the warmth of the water, a sigh escaped her lips. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, eager to put the bad part of her day behind her.
House stopped and hit play button on the CD player before he hobbled back to the bathroom, his arms laden with the bottle of wine, a bottle of scotch and two glasses, he paused for a moment to take in the scent and sight before him. The strawberry scented bubbles, which were reflecting the candlelight, had not quite risen high enough to cover Allison's breasts as she lay there, eyes closed, with an almost angelic look of peace on her face. Quietly setting the bottles and glasses down on the floor, he took his cell phone off of his belt and adjusted the viewfinder. Although this was a sight he was sure would stay with him for a long time, he wanted to be sure it was preserved for posterity. After saving the image, he turned off the phone. He did not want their evening interrupted by anyone, least of all the Wombat, who had drawn the short stick for the night shift.
Reaching over to turn off the water, he brought his lips gently to hers. "Mmmm" she sighed, opening her eyes.
He poured the glass of wine and handed it to her, filling the other glass with scotch for himself. "You are beautiful," he said, taking a long drink.
"Thank you," she replied, as much for the compliment as for the wine, swirling it in the glass before drinking it down.
"Beautiful…" he repeated. "And….thirsty." He reached for the bottle, asking "Yes?" with a raised brow. She nodded silently in return as he refilled her glass. She took a long sip before handing it back to House, who, after finishing off his own drink, set their glasses down on the vanity.
He stood there, unable to take his eyes, or his mind, off of her. He had thought, and fantasized about scenes like this many times over the three years since he had hired her. But he had never believed that the visions of his imagination could possibly become reality. And yet, here she was. Naked. Surrounded by candlelight. The music of the great Jesse Baker softly wafting in from the other room. The thought that it could all be a dream crossed his mind because it just seemed too perfect.
"So, are you going to just stand there staring or are you going to join me?" she asked.
House was jolted out of his trance by the sound of Cameron's voice. Oh Thank God he thought. It's not a dream. He set his cane aside and removed his shirts, letting them, followed quickly by his pants and boxers, drop to the bathroom floor.
"I guess I've got my answer" she said, grinning widely.
"Slide down woman," he replied, stepping into the tub. "Aaah! Damn Cameron! That's really hot!" he yelped, sliding down in behind her.
"I like it hot" she said with a husky tone to her voice, wiggling her eyebrows at him for emphasis.
"I know, but I don't want the family jewels turning into Rocky Mountain Oysters," he whined.
"Don't be such a baby!" she laughed, slapping him on the leg.
"Oooo…do that again." he moaned sarcastically.
"So much for the relaxing part of my bath," she said throwing her hands up and shaking her head.
House grabbed the bottle of body wash and squeezed some into the palm of one hand, rubbing it with the other until he had a palm full of lather. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he began to knead the tension that had built there away.
"Ohhhh…" she quietly groaned, her head lolling forward as his hands slid up and down her back, his thumbs pressing on either side of her spine. Grabbing the empty scotch glass, he lightly poured the warm water down her back, rinsing the suds away.
Getting more of the body wash, he slid his soapy hands around to her breasts, his lips moving from the nape of her neck upwards. "Relaxing enough for you?" he whispered into her ear, before moving his lips to her shoulder.
She leaned back into his chest, letting her head rest on his shoulder. "Much better, but please…keep going."
"Don't worry. I wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon."