Hi everyone, sorry it's been a couple of weeks, hope this was worth the wait. I'm still so busy at home, so bare with me, I promise to keep going with this. Thanks to all of you who have added me to their favourites, and who have reviewed…it really means a lot to me.

Disclaimer…. I own nothing except my imagination, the phone House is using and Cameron's overcoat!

Enjoy!

It was just after 6pm, and House was on to his third scotch. He'd left work at five, bored with the t.v in Coma Guy's room, and still having no patient to diagnose. There was still no reply from his mystery girl. Life sucked, he thought, as he downed the rest of his scotch.

Leaning forward to refill his glass, he felt a buzzing in his pocket. The loud beep sounding straight after the buzzing had House thrusting his hand into his jeans pocket to extract his phone.

"Still working on the puzzle?"

House stared at the screen in frustration. What did she want from him? Did she really want him, or was she just playing with him, messing with his mind? Who would get satisfaction from a sick, twisted game like that?

"I would" he thought to himself, pouring the scotch into his glass and downing it in one swallow. Pouring another, he leaned back on the couch, phone in one hand, his scotch in the other.

"What do you want from me?" he typed back.

"What do you think I want from you?" came the frustrating reply.

"I don't know!" House yelled in frustration. He was tempted to throw the phone against the wall so he wouldn't have to deal with it any more.

"Tell me who you are, or stop texting me" he sent back, the anger building inside him. He was tired of this game, this puzzle that he couldn't solve.

"You know who I am…I'm your fantasy, your wish come true, your salvation"

"My salvation from what?" House muttered, scratching his head.

"You're all talk and no action" House replied. He threw the phone onto the coffee table and swung his legs up onto the couch, resting his head on the arm and closing his eyes.

"Oh do you really think so? Are you game enough to find out for sure?" came the response.

"All talk" muttered House to himself. "Time to call your bluff!"

"Yes."

"Do you really want to find out, House?"

"Huh, I've got you on the run now!" House thought, quickly texting his reply.



"Yes, I really want to find out. What do you want from me? If you were here now, what would you do to me?"

House relaxed back onto the couch, sure that he'd won this round. He'd called her bluff…she had been playing games with him all week now, but he finally had the upper hand.

Five minutes had passed, and the phone remained silent. House was mentally doing a victory dance when there came a knock on his door.

"If I ignore you, you'll go away" he called out, loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear.

Or not! The knock came again. Cursing loudly, House rose awkwardly from the couch and hobbled to the door. He wrenched it open, ready to tear strips of the unfortunate being on the other side who had made the mistake of interrupting his evening. He was stopped in his tracks, however, when he saw who was standing there.

"May I come in?" Cameron asked quietly, her hands sunk deep into the pockets of her overcoat.

House eyed her up and down appreciatively, noticing her bare legs under the overcoat, and the tousled, 'just got out of bed' appearance of her hair. His pulse gave an extra jump when he caught the scent of her as she brushed her hair back from her collar. It was spicy and enticing, but with a hint of sweetness. Just like her, he thought to himself. Leaning out of the door, he looked up and down the corridor. When he saw no one else, he moved back inside, leaving Cameron standing dubiously on the doorstep.

"I'll take that to mean yes, then" she said sarcastically, following House inside and shutting the door behind her. She followed him into the lounge room, pausing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

"Why are you here, Cameron?" House asked, as he poured scotch into his empty glass. He offered the glass to Cameron, and she took it, drinking the liquid down in one quick gulp and handing the glass back. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, House took a swig from the bottle then poured another glass for Cameron. This time, she took the glass and moved to the couch, sitting down beside him. House stirred uneasily, wondering what she was up to. The last time she'd gotten this close to him, she'd tried to jab him with a needle!

"So, again, why are you here? Finally got bored of the Wombat, did you?"

Ignoring House's comment, Cameron took another sip of the scotch.

"I wanted to ask you something" she said quietly.

"No, I will not have a threesome with you and blondie!" House smirked.

"Can you be serious for a minute, House" Cameron snapped, irritably.

Just then, House's phone vibrated loudly on the coffee table, making Cameron jump. House quickly leaned forward and picked it up, flicking to the latest message.

"I'm not wearing any panties, and I'm sooooo wet for you. I keep picturing you in those jeans…and me sliding them off you slowly, first one leg, then the other. Do you want to hear more?"

House sat looking at his phone, his mouth slack.



"House? Are you ok?" Cameron said, her voice curious and slightly husky. As she leant towards him, he caught the subtle scent of vanilla that she always wore, and he felt himself harden, his jeans pulling uncomfortably over his sensitive flesh.

House looked up at Cameron, his eyes darting briefly to the neck of her coat, which was gaping slightly as she leant over. He saw the briefest hint of her breast and a shadow of lace before quickly returning his eyes to her face.

"What?" he responded to her question, mesmerized in turns by the message and Cameron's nearness.

"Are you ok?" she asked him again, this time reaching out to brush his forehead with her hand, feeling for a fever.

"I'm fine" he snapped, pushing her hand away.

"You don't look fine" she replied, moving closer and reaching out once more to brush his forehead.

"Cut it out!" House snapped, grabbing her wrist and holding it away from him.

Cameron leaned closer, bringing her other hand to his face, and inadvertently brushing her breasts against his hand as he tried again to fend her off.

"Would you stop touching me, Cameron, I'm fine!" House growled, as Cameron leaned closer still.

Cameron paused, her wrists now both firmly grasped by House, her breasts pressed firmly against his side and her face only inches from his. She looked into the brilliant blue intensity of his eyes, watched the emotions flitting and skittering there, watching House fight his own feelings and reservations.

"House" she whispered, her breath fanning across his cheek, sending a shiver down his spine.

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And I'm going to be really, really mean and leave it right there, cause I'm still working out where Cameron is going with this……

TBC 