Okay by soon, I meant about two months later. Sorry about that! Here's the next chapter.
Drowning in Blue - Chapter Eight
Cameron paces idly as she waits for her bathtub to fill. Her ruined clothes lay in a pile on the tile floor. She would have to remember to throw them away or she'd get ants.
As much as she hates to admit it, she had enjoyed herself tonight.
She is about to climb into the tub when her cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Allison Cameron?" a distinctly male voice asks.
"This is she. Who is this?"
"Is your refrigerator running?"
Cameron pauses. "House?"
"Maybe."
She sighs, trying to feign annoyance.
"And you look fantastic naked, by the way."
"House!" Cameron exclaims, whirling around in her bathroom. There are no windows.
"Bet you're wondering how I know that, right?"
"I am a bit curious," she admits. Looking at herself in the mirror, she sees that a blush had risen on her cheeks.
"I dropped you off about ten minutes ago. That's enough time for you to drop your stuff and drop your clothes."
"Ten minutes...House, you're driving?"
"Not at the moment. I'm at a stop sign. Now I'm driving."
She can hear the roar of his motorcycle and wonders how he is holding a cell phone and steering. She inquires.
"Got one of those earpiece thingies. Great for when you need your hands free."
There's something about the way he says that particular statement that brings the color back to her face in a rush. She retaliates, slipping into her tub with an audible splash.
"What was that?"
"Just taking a bath. I have jell-o all over me." She smiles as she hears his breathing catch over the phone.
"You should. I put it there," he replies smugly.
"And now I'm taking it all off," she purrs, splashing a bit more.
He swallows.
"Too bad you left. It's all over my back and it's so hard to get off." In her mind, she sees him shifting uncomfortably on his bike.
"I can always turn the bike around," he offers, only half-joking.
She groans inwardly, wanting to suggest the very same thing, but she can't. It's too soon. If she gave in now, the puzzle would lose its appeal.
"Oh, don't trouble yourself. I would be out by the time you got here," she replies, wishing she could come up with something flirty in return.
"Right."
The pause grows awkward.
"Cameron," he begins.
"Yes?" She is still now, her breathing uneven. The bubbles in her tub have begun to disperse.
"About tonight..." His voice is almost nervous.
"Yes?"
She doesn't get to hear his thoughts, however. In her eagerness, her grasp loosened and the phone slipped into the tub, hitting the bottom with a dull thunk.
Swearing, she fishes it out.
"Hello? Hello?"
A blank screen is her only answer.
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"I had fun tonight," House admits, waiting for her reply. He wishes he could see her face. He can always read her so much better in person.
There is no response.
"Hello?" he asks as he parks his bike. Taking off his helmet, he taps the earpiece.
"Phone trouble? Maybe that explains why you didn't get any of my fifteen calls. This L Word was supposed to be good, too," Wilson says, leaning against his front door. A case of beer sits at his feet. His arms are folded across his chest and he looks cross.
"Sorry, was a little busy jell-o wrestling with hot babes," House says, opening the door and letting himself in.
"Wait, what? With Cameron?"
"You know any other hot babes?" House says, swiping a beer and waving Wilson inside.
"Ah, that's right. Your brilliant plan to bring her to her knees. How's that working for you?" Wilson says, taking his own beer and sprawling on the couch.
"Very well. She was all over me," House smirks. "Got her all hot and bothered."
"Mmm, and this didn't get you..."
"If it did, you wouldn't be here right now," House points out. It takes Wilson a moment for understanding to sink in.
"You'd call a hooker when you're dating Cameron?" he asks.
"Why shouldn't I?" he asks as he peels off his sticky shirt and throws it at Wilson.
"Ah ha! You," Wilson says triumphantly, "didn't correct me when I said dating. You do like her."
House rolls his eyes. "We go out, we have a good time. That defines dating. You should be more worried about the fact that I would still call Sonia."
His socks just missed Wilson's ear.
"Very funny. Come on, you've been into her for a while."
"Sonia? Many times."
Wilson winces. "And there's an image I didn't need."
House scowls slightly. "Then stop asking."
Wilson raises his hands in defeat. "Fine, just don't come crying to me when she breaks your heart. And take off your jeans in the other room."
Shaking his head, House limps into his bathroom and turns on the shower.
Wilson swears as the aforementioned jeans fly through the bathroom doorway into the back of his head.
Only after his body is lathered with soap and the TV is blaring in the other room does he allow himself a small smile.
And that's chapter eight! Hope everyone liked it. I'm definitely back on track with this story, so expect more frequent updates (or beat me over the head for them). Please leave a review as you go. Oh, and that shower will be making a few more appearances in future chapters.