If it wasn't Wilson, and it wasn't Cuddy….and he was sure it wasn't his Mother or his lawyer……who could the messages be from? Who else had gotten his number?
House was still reeling from the discovery that Wilson and Cuddy were doing it, but the fact that it was neither of them sending him these messages had him intrigued. He loved puzzles, and this was just another puzzle……he had no interest otherwise, really.
"Yeah, right" his little inner voice told him. Let's face it, who wouldn't be interested when some anonymous chick (and he really hoped it was a chick!) was sending hot, explicit messages like that?
"Who is this?" he typed again. As hot as it was, he was a little freaked out as well…..someone he didn't know had his private cell number.
"I'm your favorite fantasy, your every dream come true!" came back the reply.
House swallowed the lump in his throat, and took another swig of scotch. He decided to play along for the time being, to see if he could garner some hint as to who his favorite fantasy might be. Actually, he thought, he already had a favorite fantasy…..Allison Cameron. At the moment, it involved THAT kiss, and definitely without the needle! But this could be interesting, and since he didn't know who it was, he could imagine it being anyone he wanted it to be…..even Cameron. He closed his eyes, and pictured Allison undressing him, her fingers and mouth sliding over his chest and lower. His breathing became shallow, and his cock stirred restlessly. Yep, things just got more interesting, he thought to himself.
"What would you do next?" he typed.
He sat waiting for an answer, his anticipation making him jittery. He threw down the rest of the scotch in the glass, and poured himself another. He waited for about five minutes, but no reply came.
"Fuck" he thought to himself, "all talk, no action".
Struggling up from the couch, he limped into the bedroom. After undressing, he crawled into his bed. Setting his alarm, he turned on his side and closed his eyes. Almost immediately, his mind filled with images of Cameron……kissing him, caressing him. His imagination ran rampant with ideas that had been placed there with those few short messages. He flung himself over onto his back and threw one arm over his eyes. He was horny as hell, and there was no way he was going to be able to sleep with these images playing in his head. With his arm still over his eyes, his other hand travelled down to grasp his cock. He was as hard as a rock, and it wouldn't take much to get himself off. Picturing Camerons mouth being where his hand was didn't hurt, either, and it only took a couple of strokes before he blew his load.
After struggling out of bed and into the bathroom for a quick shower, House threw himself back into bed. Closing his eyes, he finally managed to drift off to sleep.
House woke later than usual the next morning, and by the time he got himself organized, he was late to work, even for him. As he walked into the conference room, he could see his ducklings lounging around the table waiting for him. He paused outside to observe them in silence, his eyes drawn to Cameron. "She is so hot" he thought to himself. He still couldn't understand what she had ever seen in him, why she had wanted a relationship with him. He knew he was damaged, and was pretty sure Cameron was too, although she had assured him that that wasn't the reason she liked him. He could see no other reason though. He had no illusions about his looks…..he wasn't good looking or sexy. Hell, if she wanted good looking or sexy, she only had to look to Chase sitting beside her. Or Wilson even. So why did she want him? "She's broken" he murmured to himself, before entering the room.
"Good morning, mein kinder!" House said as his ducklings looked towards him. Dumping his bag on the table, he made his way over to the coffee.
"What interesting case do we have this morning?"
"We don't" said Foreman, looking bored.
"Cool" House replied "that means Chase has clinic duty, Foreman you can go…..do what you homies usually do….make a booty call or something. Cameron, you have paperwork to catch up on. I am going to check on Coma Guy".
Chase looked like he was going to argue, but one look from House, and he changed his mind. Foreman rolled his eyes at House and Chase, and quickly grabbed his clipboard before making his way out the door.
House looked at Cameron, who was still sitting at the conference table. She was looking at him with those big green eyes of hers, and he suddenly felt like a bug under a microscope.
"Well…….the paperwork isn't going to do itself, Cameron. Get moving" he snapped before turning and walking out the door.
Cameron sighed, before getting to her feet and making her way into Houses office. She sat down at his desk and looked at the huge pile of paperwork he had been neglecting. Shaking her head, and with a small smile on her face, she set to work.
Later that day, House was making his way down to the cafeteria. He was in a better mood than he had been this morning, after having spent a couple of hours hiding out in Coma Guys room watching tv.
Cameron suddenly appeared at his side, silently walking along beside him. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, then stopped and turned towards her. She kept walking for a couple of paces before realizing he was no longer beside her. Stopping, she turned to him.
"What are you doing, Cameron?" House asked her.
Cameron stood there, her hands in the pockets of her lab coat, and looked at him curiously for a second, before replying.
"Going to the cafeteria to grab some lunch…..why?"
House rolled his eyes, and was just about to make a sarcastic reply, when he felt a buzzing in his pocket, followed by a loud beep. He jumped slightly, as he had forgotten he had even put his cell in his pocket this morning. Glancing guiltily towards Cameron, he turned away from her before retrieving his cell and flicking quickly to the messages. His heart started beating fast in anticipation, but it nearly stopped all together when he read what was written there.
"I've been thinking about you all morning, and I'm so wet for you. I want to feel you slide your cock inside me, and I want to look into your eyes as you feel how hot and wet my pussy is".
House groaned quietly, and he could feel himself becoming hard. His mouth had gone suddenly dry, and his breathing had become shallow.
"House, are you ok?" Cameron moved to his side, and placed her hand on his arm.
House looked pointedly down at her hand on his arm, and she quickly pulled it away. Slowly, he looked up and into her eyes.
"I'm fine" he replied, his voice slightly husky. Cameron looked curiously at the phone in his hand, then back up to his eyes. When she saw that he wasn't going to elaborate any further, she shrugged her shoulders and continued on her way to the cafeteria.
House caught up to her while she waited at the lift, and when it arrived, they both entered and stood silently side by side for the ride down. Cameron threw a couple of glances his way, noticing that House still seemed to be intrigued in whatever he was reading on his phone. His face was flushed slightly, she noted, and his breathing seemed shallow.
Finally, overcome with curiosity, Cameron asked "Interesting message?"
Houses head snapped around towards her, almost as if he had forgotten she was there.
The door of the elevator opened then, and House stepped off without answering her. Shaking her head, Cameron followed.