A Prank Too Far

Okay, I know, it’s been aaaages since I updated this so I thought I’d get in there with the smut.

Along that vein, it’s been requested that I do a holidays smut series like the ‘Seven Days’ one. I do have an idea for a Christmas one which may be more like a encapsulated story or even a two-parter rather than simple one-shots like my first series. So that is sort of in the works.

It’s now half past one in the morning and I’m working at ten tomorrow so don’t say I don’t suffer for y’all.

The Stacy scene (revisited) did not go how I intended it at all. It’s not that I got tired of character bashing her it’s just…they both kind of needed to let go mutually. They WERE a big part of each other’s life and House did love her. you don’t just switch that off and I tried to show that here.

Dunno if I did that exactly but I do know it was better than the last time around (blind monkey art would have been better than that) so…yeah.

Plus, I wanted to write an angry sex scene and trash Cuddy’s uber clean house.

Read, enjoy, review, you know the drill and you know where the lil purple button is.

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Chapter 14: Good morning, good morning

Knock-knock-knock.

Cuddy cracked an eyelid open and then resolved to ignore the summons of the front door. She burrowed deeper under the duvet and rolled over to flop her arm over something warm, alive and breathing. She bolted upright, not again.

House was sprawled out over her bed like he owned it. One arm wrapped around her waist and his legs tangled with hers. Cuddy swallowed convulsively. She hadn’t invited him over last night, never mind opened the door for him. How had he…she really needed to move that damn key.

Knock-knock-knock!

Cuddy sidled down onto the bed again, but only so she could try and extricate her legs from her colleague’s without waking and/or harming his leg. He mumbled something in his sleep and rolled against her, dragging her flush against his body with a single arm around her waist. Cuddy let out a squeak and stifled it quickly. The last thing she needed right now was to wake him.

“Go back to sleep, they’ll go away.” He told her, kissing her with a sear on her throat and then burrowing his face in her hair.

Tempting…very tempting.

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

“On second thoughts, love, go kill ‘em and then come back to bed.” He murmured against her ear. She took the permission and decided not to think about needing permission to leave her own bed, before rolling swiftly off the mattress and yanking her robe out from under him. The blue silk kimono was crushed and she scowled at him. The expression melted when she realised how cute he was when he was asleep. Whoa, definitely time to be leaving.

Cuddy powered out of her bedroom, belting her robe shut as she did with a cinch to her slim waist and finger combing her hair back to try and look some semblance of normality. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and wondered who she was kidding. Normal, not with that ‘I’ve just fallen out of bed and no I wasn’t sleeping’ hair. Not to mention the stubble burn on her neck and…hickey on the curve of her breast. She yanked at her robe and then unlocked the door realising it was a lost cause. Nobody but she knew that House was in her bed expecting his ‘love’ to come back and she could handle anyone with enough glaring. Cuddy threw open the door and…

Aw crap.

“Lisa, I needed to talk to you. I know you were angry with me yesterday, and I understand that but I…” Stacy finally stopped after barrelling past Cuddy. The doctor did not shut the door and instead just folded her arms over her chest and planted one foot on top of the other to preserve some body heat.

“Is that a rash?” Stacy gestured at Cuddy’s neck.

Cuddy’s brows rose and she pursed her lips a moment in thought. Sticking the truth might be easiest. “No.” She didn’t elaborate.

Stacy’s eyes raked over her. “Am I interrupting something?”

Cuddy thought about that for a moment too. Again she stuck with the truth. “Just my first chance to sleep-in for about six months.” She did omit the fact that she had not been sleeping alone but Stacy really didn’t need to be enlightened to that.

Stacy seemed torn for a moment and finally let whatever it was that was messing her up this week spill out in a tumble of rushed words. “Is Greg seeing someone?”

Cuddy’s eyes flew wide and then she deliberately got a handle on her expression, trying to cover the slip by reaching up and tunnelling her fingers through her hair. This was not the time to be thinking about how she liked it better when House repeated the same action, especially when he tugged her mouth up under his afterwards and…

“I…” Stacy was hanging on her every word. Cuddy really was a crap liar but in this case, she deemed it necessary. “As far as I’m aware it’s not anything…serious.” She hedged. Her nympho-maniacal condition may have been serious for her, but House could drop it as soon as something better came along. They were not in a relationship they were…hell, even lovers might be stretching it. That would involve some kind of emotional attachment on both sides and as far as she was aware this was all one sided.

“But he is seeing someone?” Stacy wanted to know.

Cuddy had to get her out of here. House was impatient at the best of times, more so when he was denied something he really wanted. Like a chance to further humiliate his boss by making her beg him to fuck her. Cuddy’s cheeks burned at that particular memory and then she brushed it aside.

“I don’t know, I hear the rumour mill is grinding something about him and…a woman.” She choked out after a moment and then soldiered on. “But I don’t pretend to be an expert on his social life…”

“Oh please, you’re the closest thing there is to an expert on Greg.”

Well, Cuddy had nothing to say to that. Her mouth hung open for a moment before she managed to quit the trout impression and fill it with words.

“Trust me, nobody suffers more because of that than me.” She smiled tightly. “Now if that’s all then…” She looked to the door and Stacy smiled softly.

“Jeez, I’m sorry I interrupted your day off. You head right on back to bed.” Stacy waved her off and headed for the door.

Cuddy glared at her back, her temper flaring. Since when did she need anyone’s permission for getting in and out of her own goddamned bed?! She hustled Stacy towards the door and forced a smile.

“Well, yeah, I’m up now anyway so…”

“Yo, love-muffin!” House shouted sarcastically from the back of the house. “You done with the door-to-door salesman yet? I’m looneleey!”

Cuddy shut her eyes on a wince. So close. She had been so close to getting out of this without a full scale domestic. She opened her eyes to see Stacy staring at her as if betrayed.

“Lisa, is Greg calling you…‘love-muffin’?”

Cuddy let her head thump against the wood of the door. “Trust me, it’ll be the last time.” Cuddy muttered.

“Seriously,” House continued, his voice getting closer. “This is eating into time that I could be spending in nookie-land…”His voice trailed off abruptly, Cuddy didn’t turn to look but she guessed that he had limped out into the hallway and had seen Stacy standing in the doorway. “Aw crap.” He said eloquently.

“You…and he…nothing serious, huh?” Stacy demanded and Cuddy’s temper finally frayed and snapped in one fluid motion.

“Listen, Stacy.” Cuddy demanded suddenly. “I don’t have to explain myself to you, not in my own house. If you want to talk about this, you do that with him.” She jerked her thumb over her shoulder at House. “But Goddamnit you will not be talking about this with me and not in my home. The porch is that way.” She pointed over Stacy’s shoulder and then spun on one heel, storming past both House and Stacy to get to her bedroom. They both watched her go and jumped when she slammed the bedroom door with enough ferocity to make the frame rattle.

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“Well, you wanted something?” House leant against the brickwork of Cuddy’s house and gazed over at Stacy. The southern lawyer paced back and forth, chewing on a fingernail and obviously trying to gather her thoughts.

“You?” She finally demanded incredulously. “And Cuddy?”

House’s jaw worked as he felt irritation snap through him and tighten his muscles all over his body. The pain in his leg instensified to an angry throb and he’d left his vicodin on the bedside table. He’d already had one this morning but damn if the pain wasn’t getting worse with every passing day.

Why did everybody have to treat the idea with such scorn and derision anyway? He was the king of scorn and he thought they had a chance together. A slim and tiny one, but a chance was a chance.

“Well?” She demanded.

House noted that the curtain in the neighbour’s window twitched. He lifted his hand on a tight smile and waved to the old cat lady across the street.

“Huh, I didn’t realise I had to say anything. I thought you were just going to stomp around for a while and state the obvious.”

“Greg this is serious…”

“Damn right it’s serious.” He stepped closer to her, right in her face. “You need to get a life and stop screwing around in mine.”

Stacy’s eyes widened as she stepped back. He didn’t follow. He’d stopped following her a long time ago.

“Listen very carefully.” He ground out. “What we had is over.”

She stood and rubbed her hands over her arms. She looked suddenly cold. “She’ll never accept you, you know. Not really. The hospital comes first with her. It always has.”

“I know that.” He told her, sounding defiant. Just who was he trying to convince?

Stacy snorted in derision.

“Same way she knows I’ll never be social magnate of the year.”

“It’ll never last.”

“It never does.”

She looked up at him then and a change seemed to come over her. she seemed…accepting. Finally. “It’s really over now isn’t it?”

“It’s been over for a long time.” He told her quietly.

She heaved a sigh and dredged up a smile he couldn’t have formed in her place. She reached out and took his hand squeezing gently. “Does she make you happy?”

The question caught him by surprise. He could have deflected. Could have made some stupid comment about Mark. Hit a low blow and had her running off the porch in floods of tears but the invective had left him somewhere. He would have though that ‘this thing’ with Cuddy and him was too new and fragile to lay such a weighty thing such as his happiness, or lack thereof, on it…but it took the weight with surprising ease.

He nodded. “Yeah. She does.”

Stacy nodded back. Her smile marred by a single tear that she didn’t bother to wipe away. “You two are…right. I should…work things out with Mark. I guess…”

“It was hard to hear.” He finished for her.

“Yeah.” Her voice cracked but she rallied and smoothed a hand over her face. Swiping away the rogue tear as if it had never been. “I’m gonna go now.” She stepped forward and hugged him. Tightly but briefly, stepping away before he could even give her a perfunctory pat on the shoulder. “Good luck.” She told him.

“You too.” She turned to leave and his hand stopped her. “Mark loves you. Remember that.”

They shared a long look and she nodded. “I know. Goodbye, Greg.”

Then she was gone.

House turned and opened the front door back into Cuddy’s house. He may have managed to get out of that confrontation unscathed but Cuddy wasn’t going to let this fly. She was scared, feeling out of control and very probably humiliated. Something slammed in the bedroom and he winced. Not to mention a healthy helping of rage on top of all that. He knew her. Could read her better than he could read anyone and she still mystified him.

This, however, this ‘thing’ between them. Whatever it was…felt completely beyond him. He rubbed a hand over his jaw and considered how to go on. He could hear her slamming drawers open and closed in the bedroom and, just as he reached the door, it flew open before he could react. She stopped short, millimetres from just walking right through him.

“Oh, you’re back. Is Stacy waiting outside?”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “She’s gone back to Mark.”

She nodded and brushed past him. “Really? You’re choice or hers?”

He followed after her. “Pick one.” She started gathering things. Her coat, jacket, pushing her feet into her shoes. “Where are you going?”

“Work. You know, big building, doctors, lots of sick people.” She smirked at him with no humour at all and started for the door. His hand fastened onto her elbow.

“We’re going to talk.” He told her. Her things clattered to the floor and she spun to look at him.

“You? You want to talk about…?” Her hand waved back and forth in between them.

“Of course I don’t, but you want to run and I’m not having that.”

“I’m not running. Why would I be…?”

“Because you don’t want to admit that this matters.” He gritted to her. He was really getting sick of the fact that no one believed him even capable of caring about her. Never mind actually doing it.

“I don’t even know what ‘this’ is.” She stepped closer to him, speaking from between clenched teeth. She was angry. Good, is she was angry she’d stay and fight. He needed to fight for this. “But I do know it’s not what you’re making it out to be.” She spun away and he yanked her back again. She hit his chest with a rush of inhaled air and then looked up at him eyes wide, wondering what his next move was.

“Then why did I stay?”

“What?” She was frowning now, confused.

“You think this is just sex? Why did I stay last night? You were out for the count, no nookie to be had there. Why didn’t I just cut and run?”

“I don’t know, morning sex seems to be quite popular with you.”

“No, morning sex is popular with you. You’re nuts if you think I’d ever refuse you and I know you can’t refuse me, as high as you are. If I’d really just wanted you to spread your legs then I’d have woken you up with a stimulant last night and you know it.” He snapped at her and finally released her letting her stumble a step back.

“That’s…beside the point.”

“That is the point, Lisa!” He was very near to yelling now. “I’m so sick of this!” He deliberately reined himself in and hissed through gritted teeth.

“Sick of what?! Hmm? Being drugged? Forced into a…situation with a colleague. Your reputation through the mud, the whispers, the rumours and all that crap following you everywhere?” She went toe to toe with him. “Oh wait, it’s not you that’s happening to, you ass.” She jabbed a finger into his chest.

“You’ve always made my job difficult, House, but congratulations you’ve finally succeeded in making my entire life a living hell.” She spat at him, chest heaving and their eyes locked in a cold fire glare.

“You want hell? Try having someone you’ve wanted for the past twenty years think you’re just after a good lay.” He bent so they were eye to eye and enunciated slowly so that each word was a stinging barb.

For one long moment the silence was thunderous between them in the foyer by the front door. The deep inhalation before the downpour of the storm. The lull of quiet before all hell broke loose.

Wham! House found himself shoved up against the hallway table, her hands buried in his hair and her mouth hot and insistent under his. He was surprised at first, still angry, still wanting to fight, but this was good. This was better. Something cracked and the table wobbled, neither of them stopped to investigate. His tee shirt was already off, torn and tattered to the floor, a victim to her irate fingers. There was another clatter as his cane hit the floor and his arms came up and around her, pinning her to his chest.

His belt buckle clanked, his jeans parting under her hands and her mouth driving him to distraction. He hissed a breath out when her slim hand delved inside his pants and shorts to wrap around the long hot length of him. He swore and she laughed. Smugly. This was a power play thing.

She wouldn’t be so damn smug in a minute.

She’d pushed him against the table, now he decided to push back. They crashed across the hallway, the table tumbling to the floor without them bracing it up. One of its legs bent crookedly out of alignment. Her back slammed against the wall and she gasped, his chest crushing hers and forcing the air out of her. She bit his lip deliberately and he growled. His hands spanned her thighs, lifting her up against the wall, sliding her upwards until her chest was level with his mouth and he could pin her with the weight of his body. She kicked out in annoyance at his larger size letting him win and her shoe flew off, shattering her mirror by the door and sending it crashing to the floor. Her hand slapped backwards against the wall, pushing her back against him and a picture was sent soaring off its hook and battering against her hardwood floors. Leaving a mark probably.

His hands were free to grip both halves of her shirt and rip it apart with a snap of fabric and a ping of buttons. Her bra didn’t have a front clasp today but that apparently didn’t matter either because it was ripped away too. The fabric burnt against her skin and she snarled against his mouth, biting his lip and then plunging her tongue against his. Gripping his hair hard enough to hurt. She felt like she was on fire and only he could bank it. Not put it out, not sate her with any permanence, but it was only him that could give her back control and all she had to do…was lose it.

“Bastard.” She gasped against him, realising the truth.

“Stubborn devil-woman.” He answered and yanked her suit jacket and shirt back off the curve of one shoulder to lay his teeth there and see what kind of impression he could make. He scraped down, nibbling and sucking to swirl his tongue around her spiked nipple.

“House!”

His hand snagged her wrist and forced it against the wall, skewing a light shade in the process. He nibbled and sucked while she writhed and bucked against him. Her system heavy with aphrodisiac drugs and lust for him…though the lust did seem to be on the greater part of the equation this time. Her skirt was shoved up around her hips, the material spooling over his hands and feathering against her thighs and his belly. He laved his tongue over her breast again and she whimpered. His fingers tangled in the ribbon of her underwear and there was another rip when he tore that from her too. Ripping away the layers. Baring her to him, forcing her to admit what she didn’t want to.

“Wrong name, Lisa-love.” His tongue lapped up towards her collar bone and he let her slide a few inches down the wall so he could nibble at the line of her jaw.

“Greg…please!”

“Please what?” He sucked her earlobe and whispered in her ear. “Please take you? Done that.”

“I’m not going to beg.” She gasped against him. She had her pride…she thought.

“Sure you are. Why? Because you need me. Not just want, not just physically, you need me.”

“Don’t…” She didn’t know if she was asking him not to say things or denying the things he’d already said.

She lifted her head, her hair curtaining around her face and brushing against his. She was panting so close to him her breath feathered over his face. “Only as much as you need me.” She smirked. She had him, he’d never admit…

He grinned, triumphant. “That much, huh?”

She had a split second to realise that she’d just been played before he dropped her and twisted his hips her whole bodyweight impaling her onto his cock. She screamed, writhing her still shoe clad foot slamming backwards. Her heel sinking into the plaster of the wall. They were trashing her house…and she didn’t care.

He gripped her hip, pulling her tight against him, gentling her with kisses while she came down. Her skin tingling as if a live wire had been scored over it. Her chest heaved against his, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

“You bastard, that hurt.” She groaned against him. It had, it had hurt so good.

His hips rolled and her head lolled back against the wall. She moaned long and low and wrapped her legs around him, her foot slipping out of the shoe stuck in the wall. Her bare heels digging into his back.

“Want me to do it again?” He nipped her throat with his teeth.

She nodded, eyes shut in bliss. “Hell yes.”

So he did.

TBC...