Doctor of the Heart

Chapter 4: Empty

James sighed, checking his watch impatiently as he sat at his wobbly dining room table, the food he had prepared starting to get cold. Cameron was running late, again. He had wanted to spend some time with her before he had to go back to work that evening, having fallen asleep on her this morning before she went to work herself. Calling her mobile phone for the second time, he once again got her voicemail, but not Cameron herself. Perhaps she was driving? James knew she was not the one to talk on the phone while she drove. As if on que, Cameron walked in the door, "Sorry I'm late, Jimmie."

James reluctantly kissed her in greeting, "Cami, I love you, but you need to quit standing me up like this. I had dinner on the table for almost an hour. I thought you were only working until 6?"

Cameron rolled her eyes, "I know, Kendrick was being a real pain in the ass today. I swear, nothing is good enough for that man. Not like Jason cares, so long as we're showing off our bodies and looking at the camera as if we were constantly in a state of arousal."

"I see," was all James offered in response. He didn't like her line of work, and though his friends would go on about how lucky he was to be in a relationship with such an attractive woman, James still felt a sense of betrayal, wanting Cameron all to himself. "Have you given any thought to going back to school?" He poured her a glass of wine.

Taking the glass without hesitation, she took a swallow before replying to James, "I've started looking into graduate programs, but..." She looked away.

"What's wrong? Having second thoughts about your major?" James offered, trying to get her to talk about what was bothering her.

"No, it's not that," Cameron shook her head, "I just...what if I had to go somewhere for school? I don't want to be away from you that long," she looked up at him, her eyes pleading.

James tried to stifle his smile. Any irritation he had felt previously was washed away with her pleading green eyes, "You know we will make it work."

She shrugged, knowing that they could, but not wanting to, "I guess."

"What, do you think I'm going to fall for another model while you're gone?" James joked.

Cameron smiled at his teasing, knowing James was as faithful as they came. Safe, predictable, dependable Doctor Johnson. "Just don't get a concussion when you do."

He chuckled, putting the plate of food he had made for himself nearly an hour ago in the microwave to heat it up, "Dish up, I'm sure you're hungry."

"Starving, but I've got to watch my figure, y'know?" Cameron spooned sone of the steamed vegetables onto her plate. "How big are the cutlets?"

"Six ounces, seasoned with tumeric and cayenne, just for you to prevent inflammation and burn calories," he hated how much she had to limit herself. James knew Cameron could polish off a burger and fries at their favorite fast food chain without hesitation if she wanted to. However, she wouldn't let herself unless there was vigorous exercise involved afterward during the agency's busy season. Women dressed up in skimpy outfits to frolic in the pretend snow, or dressed in a loose-fitting dress shirt silhouetted by a fireplace in the background. Cameron would wear his dress shirts all the time. He liked how they would fit on her, her messy hair in the morning, the shape of her n*****s on chilly mornings. James was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Cameron saying his name, "Huh?"

"I asked if you were still tired, you seemed a bit out if it there," Cameron was cutting her pork cutlet, the microwave beeping in the background, signaling the food was reheated.

"Yeah," James cleared his throat, "I think I'm still kind of tired," he didn't meet her gaze as he retrieved his food, not wanting to be caught fantasizing about her.

"Would you mind warming mine up too, please?" Cameron held her plate up to him.

James looked down at her, still standing, "Sure, sweetheart," his eyes catching a glimpse of her cleavage as he took her plate. He realized it had been a few days since they were able to be intimate. He missed feeling her soft skin under his hands, dry from frequent handwashing for his profession. "I could warm you up too," he looked intensely at her.

Cameron blushed at his comment, "Oh?"

Sitting down, he gestured to her to come over to him, "Come here, Cami," his voice was low.

She smiled, biting her lip before joining James in his chair, sitting in his lap. "Aw, did little Jimmie miss me?" Cameron cooed in his ear as she grabbed a handful of him, causing James to gasp.

"God, Cami," he whispered, his eyes closing as she massaged him.

She traced the length of him from outside his pants, the warmth radiating from him as she stroked him. "You like that, baby?"

James nodded silently, one of his hands disappearing underneath her skirt to grab her thigh. Using his other hand, he grabbed the back of Cameron's head to pull her closer to him. Their lips locking, dinner had been forgotten on the table, Cameron's meal still in the microwave, now getting cold. Cameron had taken off her blouse, now working to unbutton the shirt James was wearing. James couldn't help but let his hands wander Cameron's exposed skin, her breasts inviting to his senses as he kissed her chest and neck, coaxing a low hum of approval from his partner. She grabbed his throat, causing him to straighten up. Cameron ran her tongue the length of his neck until she felt the stubble of his jawline, continuing to plant kisses on him and nibble at his neck.

"Let's go to bed," Cameron whispered in his ear, making the hairs on the back of James' neck stand up on edge with the warmth of her breath.

James didn't hesitate in picking her up, his hands on Cameron's backside as he walked quickly to their bedroom before throwing her onto their bed. Cameron giggled as she unzipped her skirt, watching James fumble with his belt. She loved how flustered she could make him. Laying before James, clad in only her undergarments, she started to tease him by playing with herself. "Naughty girl," James had grabbed Cameron's wrists as he got on top of her, his kissing passionate, the exposed skin on their bodies warm against each other.

"You better teach me a lesson, then," Cameron teased between kisses.

James pulled away from her slightly, "Maybe I'll make you wait, for being a bad girl."

"Jimmie," Cameron whined, pouting, "you know I don't like waiting."

James traced the folds of her nether, relishing her wetness, making her squirm with anticipation, "You'll have to be patient."

"I'll be your patient, if you'd like, doctor."