A Prank Too Far

A/N: oh, you cuties for all your reviews!

I thought you weren’t going to but lo! There you are, and such nice things you say too. I’m glad everyone likes Tawny mark 2, because her first version was absolutely dire. She’s less Mary-sue-ish you’ll all be glad to note and the story will also be a lot better and a lot more in character this time around.

I don’t think that anyone on adult-fanfiction.org will have read the first version of this, but take my word for it, you’re lucky to have not to it was chronically bad. The story was tacked together as I went along, Tawny was a raging Mary-sue and House and Cuddy were so out of character they were practically George and Betty from Pleasantville.

Argh, I hear you shriek. But fear not, for I am older and wiser and won’t do that to you lot again.

Except for in ‘Family Secret’ on fanfiction.net, I don’t know what happened to Huddy in character-ness, but it definitely left at somepoint after chapter…1.

Ah well, I’ve ranted enough, read and review if it pleases you to do so.


Chapter 8: Not Doing This


Cuddy managed to stagger from her car to his door by a sheer act of will. She clung to the door frame as she shuddered violently and wrapped her arms around herself. She recognised the symptoms of withdrawal and promised herself to be more understanding of his vicodin addiction in future. Her fist rapped hard against the door as she leant heavily against the frame and hoped she didn’t just fall flat on her face when he opened it.

She rested her head against her hand and panted through clenched teeth. Good god, the man still had one good leg. It shouldn’t take this long to open the door. She felt the warm draft from his heated apartment as he finally swung the door open.

“Cuddy?” He sounded…worried.

She opened her bloodshot eyes and glared at him. “No, it’s the tooth fairy.” She growled on her newly harsh voice and staggered into the apartment, shaking off his elbow when he gripped her there to steady her. “I’m fine.” She snapped and the lie was automatic, they both knew it. “We need to talk.” She told him as she tried to breathe through another vicious twisting cramp and held herself up using the couch.

“Jesus, what about?” He asked absently as he steadied her, whether she liked it or not and tilted her face so that he could see her pupils and try and gauge their reaction. “This is hitting you harder than I thought it was going to. We have to get you into the hospital so I can run some tests.” He told her and reached for his mobile.

“No!” She blurted and snapped her hand around his wrist, his pulse thrummed strong under her fingers and she swallowed against the tidal pull of lust in her body towards him. She bit her lip and panted briefly as she tried to regain control and make sure she was coherent when she spoke. “We both know that’s not going to do any good.”

“What else am I supposed to do?” He demanded of her, more worried than even he wanted to admit to himself. She looked awful.

Her gaze dropped to his mouth as he spoke and he realised all at once how close they were standing. How she was leaning against him so that she didn’t fall. How warm and soft she felt against his lean frame.

“Nothing.” She breathed and then she tugged his head down to hers. Her mouth angled hard against his and their tongues tangling. She moaned as if given some long awaited relief, her next fix, and tangled her fingers through his hair and her arms around his neck, her body stretched up against his. His arm came around her waist and dragged her pelvis against his the hard exclamation of lust that was his cock hot even through the layers of clothing that separated them still. She wriggled against him wanting, no, needing more contact, more heat, more him.

She wanted him.

Now.

House grunted as he abruptly found himself slammed back against his living room wall. Cuddy gave a small panting grin as she stalked after him and kissed him again like she wanted to devour him from the inside out. Her hands roamed over his shoulders and under his shirt, yanking his tee shirt up and smoothing it out of the way so she could see his chest. She licked her lips like a hungry tigress and flicked a glance up to his face.

“Off.” She demanded and peeled his shirt off of him as if in demonstration, his tee following closely behind.

“What are we doing?” He wanted to know as she pinned on of his hands against the wall with her own and swirled her tongue around his ear. “Feels like sex.” He rumbled in her ear and she shivered as if shot up with a narcotic at the words.

“We’re not…not doing that.” She said as her tongue lapped down his neck and her teeth scored over his collar bone. “You taste good.”

“Not having sex?” He clarified and negotiated his hand out from under hers.

“No.” She told him. His belt was unbuckled with a clank.

“You sure?” She ripped it from the belt loops even as she nodded.

“Sure.” She agreed and the belt clunked to the floor. “This is…”

“A medical?” He asked sardonically as she began to work on his jeans snap.

“Whatever.” She agreed mindlessly. She really didn’t care as long as he could make it stop and let her have some peace.

“As long as we’re sure.” He said and claimed her mouth again. He managed to navigate his hands between their bodies and untied the belt at her waist. The expensive cashmere wool parted for him and he tore his mouth from hers and looked down as his fingers encountered nothing but skin. “Fuck, you’re naked under this?” He already knew the answer as she shrugged the coat away and let it drop carelessly to the floor. She unclipped her hair and it tumbled wildly down around her shoulders in a fantastic cascade of silky curls. He’d admit later that he’d always had a bit of a fetish for her hair and seeing it spilling down over her naked, fabulous, breasts was more than enough to ensure life-long devotion as far as he was concerned. She now wore nothing but her luscious grin and a pair of blood red spiked heels.

Oy vey.

He was momentarily stunned but she solved the problem by lifting his hand and setting it over the curve of her breast. He stroked her automatically and she gave a keening purr as she arched to him like a cat desirous of a good petting and cupped the back of his neck with her other hand. He swore as she threw herself abruptly backwards and took him down with her. They clattered to the floor as she laughed under him and wrapped her long legs around his hips and ground herself up against him. “Fuck me.” She demanded shortly and threw her arms up over her head and tilted her head at him with a slow smile. “I know you want to, Greg, I can see it every time you look at me. Now…” She lowered her arms and sat up on her elbows so their mouths were a breath apart. “Here’s your chance, and make it last because I may not be inclined to give you another.”

Something primitive inside him flexed and roared at that. She was going to try and keep herself from him after this? He didn’t think so. His mouth crashed down on hers and they fought each other deliciously. His kiss was hard, so she bit his lip. He rolled his hips against hers and she ground right back at him. He gripped her hips and she scored her nails right down the length of his back. He pinned her hands above her head and she bit his shoulder hard enough to bruise.

It was hard, almost violent, the way the teased each other. Not once did it occur to them that they might hurt one another. They knew each other too well. Twenty years of verbally copulating every day and they finally get to the real thing…this was a well practiced dance that they had been squaring up for a long time.

He shoved his jeans down his legs as his patience ran dangerously low. Playing was all well and good, but he was tiring of the games. He wanted his prize and he wanted it now. He nipped her neck and lower down over her breasts, nipping and biting on the edge of painful and then soothing the marks with his tongue. It drove her wild. She bucked and writhed under him with a harsh scream as he gripped a nipple between his teeth and lashed it with his tongue. His cock slid over her wet core and gave her the last sensation she needed to arch her back and cry out on a sharp release for him. Fantastic spasms racked her body and she shivered under him on a moan as she tingled from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes.

Her eyes were heavy as her chest heaved. She looked up at him from under heavy lashes of smoky bedroom eyes. Her tongue traced her lips and he grinned down at her and braced himself above her on strong arms. She angled her head to look down the length of his body and see the proud arch of his cock hard up against her. She bit her lip in smiling consideration of a superb manhood and then looked back to his face. She nodded and held onto his shoulders as her legs lifted and wrapped high around his hips.

Their eyes met and held as he pushed slowly into her. He watched every single sensation play across her face as he filled her with himself. She moaned and arched for him, eyes wide and then fluttering closed. He twisted his hips and she bit her lip as she stretched for him. Her back arched when he rolled his pelvis. Her lips parted and she gasped as he twisted the other way and the blunt head of him butted right up against the mouth of her womb. His lips caressed her neck as she gasped and panted under him. She felt so full. She was absolutely brimming with him and it was all too much and not enough at the same time. She was wild and placid. She’d die if he moved and it was torture every second he remained still. Her nails bit into his shoulders and dragged down over his chest slowly as he pulled from her.

He hissed as the pain mixed headily with the pleasure rocketing up his spine from his pulsing cock. She felt so good around him. As hot as hell and soothing as nirvana. His entire body shook, sweat was a glitter on their skins and he panted with barely there control. He was frantically still, trying to be slow so she could adjust to his size. Her hips bucked against his and he groaned like a wounded man and held her hips still with urgent hands as his head dropped to rest against her neck.

“Be still, Lisa-love, I don’t want to hurt you.” God forbid she be afraid of his cock. He gasped against her skin and his teeth scraped over her as he held her gently like a stallion stilling a mare. She shivered but managed to stay still a few moments more.

“Greg…I need it all. It’s not enough. I need you to move.” She whimpered against him and shivered more violently. “I need you to take me. Right now.”

Finally, gloriously, he began to push back into her. He wrung another cry from her as he pulled from her once more and then moved sinuously into a rhythm that was mind numbingly good for both of them. He looked down at her and smiled one of his rare true smiles as he pushed them both higher with urgent thrusts from his hips. There were very few things that Gregory House truly enjoyed in life and he definitely put fucking Lisa Cuddy straight to the top, bar none. She was fabulous.

All that control that she held onto so tightly in the office was just ripped away. She screamed. She thrashed. She writhed and bucked up against him. As always she gave as good as she got and was, basically, one hell of a lay. He ignored the fact that she would have never have come to him if she hadn’t been drugged. For the moment, her hair and her body were loose and wild with him and he was quite content to keep her that way for the time being. He could think about later, later.

He kissed her hard and her fingers tangled in his hair. She moaned against him even as her tongue tangled with his. His hips thumped against hers hard enough to bruise. He usually prided himself on being a gentle lover, subtly stroking and caressing his woman to one mind expanding orgasm after another, but he just couldn’t be that way with her. He needed to take her. He had to pin her against the floor and fuck her until they both knew that it was exactly what they needed from each other. His hands and mouth were rough and demanding in a way he had never used them before. His voice was a low growl in her ear as he told her she was his and his body was one powerhouse of lust as he ruthlessly pushed them both higher.

He was still drugged, being a veteran with narcotics he supposed he was better at handling it than she was, plus having a smaller dose, but he still wouldn’t be able to stop screwing them both mindless if the entire New Jersey Police department pounded through his front door at that moment. He needed her more than he needed…anything he could think of at that moment.

He was caught unawares as she screamed and came again for him. Her inner muscles clamping hard and wet around him. Milking him for everything he had. He shouted against her neck and panted as he exploded with her shivering into her as she gripped his shoulders. Her nails a sharp bite against his skin and moaned for him. He decided that might just be his favourite sound. He panted, his chest heaving against hers, as he rested on his elbows and rested his forehead against hers. His nose slid against hers and their panting breaths mingled as their mouths were only a whisper apart.

He opened his eyes and tilted his head when he saw her watching him intently. She lifted her hand and trailed her fingers through his hair. A small smile traced her lips and she tapped a finger against his mouth. “Greg, that was…”

He didn’t get to hear exactly what it was as a hammering fist fell hard on his door. A deep voice shouted through the thick wood.

“New Jersey Police Department! Open up!”

House let his eyebrows rise and then looked down at the frown on Lisa’s face. Nope, she didn’t know either.


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Tawny hummed softly to herself as she waited for the test results to come through. She yawned and tapped at the desk with her fingernails. It was late. She looked out of the nearest window and saw the veil of dark that had descended over the city. With a small smile she reached up and pulled off her green lens sunglasses. She didn’t need them at night. Tucking them into the V of her shirt collar she resolved to go home once this test was done.

She was aware of him before he spoke. That subtle spiced scent that was purely his. She let another smaller, secret, smile kick her mouth as her eyes fluttered closed and his arms wrapped around her waist, his chin dropping onto her shoulder and his lips moving against her ear as he spoke.

“You’re late.” His distinctive accent curled through her as his deep baritone washed over her.

“Just one more test.” She told him as she moved from the stool she had been sitting upon and turned in his arms to loop hers around his neck. She smiled as she looked him over appreciatively. Michael McQueen, her husband, truly was an impressive man. Taller even than her, he reached about six four, his face had lean angular lines with sharp shaped eyes of flashing gold, Maori tattoos curled down over one cheek and along the line of his jaw revealing his heritage and the source of his accent and long blue black hair tumbled in a luxuriant cascade down his back. It tumbled forward as she reached back and pulled the band that held it back loose. Light from the hallway glinted off the rings on his eyebrow and lining his left ear. It did not show the bar that was pierced through his dextrous tongue.

“You missed dinner.” He accused even as her hands spanned the breadth of his shoulders and slipped down over his back, exploring the long lines of his powerful body even though she knew them by heart.

“True.” She didn’t bother to argue with it.

He growled softly and nipped her neck in admonishment with sharp teeth. She shivered and was distracted by the insistent beeping of the machine over her shoulder. “Who is working the bar?” She asked him by way of distraction as she reached behind herself for the printout of chemical compounds.

“Jeff covered for me so I could and find my errant, misbehaving, wife.” He told her and snatched the paper from her hands. “There, you’ve done your test, let’s go.”

She arched and snatched the paper back with a glare. “I need the results.” She scanned the paper with increasing difficulty as Michael’s hands roamed over her body, it was a game and she smiled as she did her best to ignore him. His warm fingers traced under the hem of her shirt and across the warm skin of her toned belly. Her eyes widened as she finally understood what she was reading.

“Oh.” She said and Mike stilled at the tone of her voice.

“What?”

“Blood test shows that…I must call House.” She reached for her phone and gave a growl of annoyance when it was snatched out of her reach by Michael. He deliberately stuffed it into the tight pocket of his jeans. It really was a constant amazement to her how he managed to fit his cell phone, his wallet and his dick in trousers that tight, but he managed it nevertheless.

“You must do nothing.” He told her and steered her towards the door. “You can call him tomorrow with whatever it is.”

“How insensitive, this could mean a patient’s life or death.” She shoved him away from her in the corridor and he took only a step to rebalance himself before looping an arm around her waist again.

“If it was you would have cold cocked me in the jaw and taken the phone from me anyway. It can wait but I can’t.”

Her green eyes flashed as she looked him over in the quiet hallway. A blood red brow arched with interest. “Really?”

He pushed her into the elevator and then further up against the wall, his arms bracing against the metal on either side of her head and locking her in the cage of his arms. Their eyes met and heat flared between them. His gaze dropped to her mouth and he knew better than to start something here. If he did, neither of them was going to stop.

“Hotel?” He offered.

She bit her full lower lip between white teeth. “Lorcain?”

“At Kyle’s house.” Mike rumbled against the sensitive skin of her throat as he dipped his head there and inhaled her scent. Her hand splayed against the cobbled muscles of his belly rippling under his black shirt and she smiled up at him and nodded slowly.

“Hotel.”


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House opened his door a crack and frowned at the police officers on the other side. “Can I help you?” He said slowly and dangerously. He had not wanted to have been interrupted from what he had been in the middle of. These boys in blue were playing with fire.

The officer on the other side cleared his throat and let his gaze flick over House from top to toe. They had been called out to a domestic disturbance and this guy definitely looked like he had been in a fight. There was a bite mark on his lower lip, his neck and collar bone. Scratches scored over his chest and right down over his belly to disappear under the band of his Levis, a couple of them even had tiny beads of blood forming on his skin.

“Are you alright, sir?” He asked a little warily. “We were called here because someone heard fighting in your apartment.”

House’s eyebrows rose. Fighting? “Must have been the TV.” He said automatically and deliberately looked the officer in the eye, daring him to disagree.

“The TV bit you?” The younger, greener, officer asked disbelievingly and House scowled at him.

A look from the veteran had the young guy shutting up. He turned back to House. “Do you mind if we come in, sir? Just to make sure everything’s alright.”

“Yes. I do mind.” House leant against the door, he had hopped here while pulling on his jeans and couldn’t seem to remember where he had flung his cane in a fit of passion.

The officer’s jaw hardened. “There were reports of a woman screaming, sir, are you sure it was the TV?”

“Oh, for God’s sake.” A third voice joined the conversation and the door was yanked wider. All three men looked over Lisa Cuddy, dressed only in House’s shirt, appreciatively. “I was screaming, okay?” She demanded of the officer and he stammered slightly as she situated herself under House’s arm to stop him from falling flat on his face.

“Are you alright, ma’am?” The policeman finally managed to choke out upon seeing the various stubble burns and, yes, those were bite marks too.

“Aside from having my post coital bliss interrupted I’m fine.” Lisa snapped and planted a hand on her hip. Causing the shirt to ride up a little higher on her legs and gape a little wider at the chest. House glared as the officers’ eyes flickered there and then hurriedly back to her face.

“Post coital…right.” The officer pressed his lips together as a flush stained his cheeks. “Well, um, right…” They hadn’t really covered this in basic training.

“We promise to try and be quieter next time.” Lisa said cheerfully and waved at them. “Though it is nice to know that police response time is so quick in this neighbourhood we’ll be saying goodnight now. Buh-bye.” She slammed the door shut on their surprised faces and whirled on House with a dangerous look in her eyes. “Not one damn word.” She warned him and slipped out from under his shoulder to go and find something more to wear. Now that she was feeling a little, ahem, calmer, it was beginning to sink in exactly how undressed she had been when she had arrived here.

She couldn’t believe they’d just…she glared over her shoulder at him just as he opened his mouth to speak. Her warning gaze stopped him.

“I mean it, not one word.” She snapped. Panic flared under her skin and she yanked her coat back on over his shirt.

What had she done?

TBC…