New Fic: Dream A Little Dream Of Me
Author: LobeYou
Rating: R (To be safe)
Disclaimer: I claim no knowledge of the actual people in this story, no harm intended to the actors involved, It's simply a flight of one fangirl's fantasy, don’t sue me please, It’s bad enough I will burn in hell for this.
A/N: Here's a little ficlet I wrote for the 'Dreams" prompt on FB. Reviews are welcomed and loved, and I hope you don't mind the lack of beta read.
~Happy holidays everyone~
As scenes go, this was a hell of a nice one to film.
For one, Cuddy's bedroom set had a much softer mattress than the one in House's, and Lisa would know, she'd spent four consecutive days shooting -mostly naked- love scenes on aforementioned mattress.
Today, Lisa didn't even need to get out of the bed for this entire scene, she was warm under the covers, she was in a pair of silky, cute little pajamas, but best of all; she was cuddling up with Hugh Laurie. And she was getting paid to do it.
The script had her asleep for the entire scene, except for a single line she delivers with her eyes closed, while Hugh was on his back behind her, wide awake, as House was losing sleep over letting Cuddy's daughter swallow a quarter.
She randomly noted how the lights were not as blinding as usual today, she liked that fact.
"All right Guys, in 3..2..1," someone called the take.
Lisa closed her eyes.
**
Try as she might, she couldn't get free.
He said he would punish her, and Hugh was a man of his word.
Hugh's lips trailed a slow, scorching path down her throat, licking and nipping.
Her hand moved to keep him from leaving his mark on her skin, she had to be on camera later, Lisa meant to stop him but was apprehended by the damn restraints.
Damn handcuffs.
She shouldn't complain now, it was her idea, after all.
His hands were everywhere at once as his lips were slowly and sweetly torturing her, but Lisa couldn't touch a damn inch of his skin, it was so unfair.
But then again she didn't exactly play fair today.
The interviewer had taken her joke about handcuffing House and Cuddy seriously, and before she knew it, their own House prop department produced a set of shiny, metallic shackles.
When next she was asked to drape her arms around Hugh and play up their obvious sexual chemistry, Lisa pushed it a bit further and sat astride his lap. The resulting look on her co-star's face was priceless.
For the following ten minutes of shooting, she'd enjoyed torturing the poor man endlessly, she ground her hip against his, then she'd squirmed against him every chance she got.
Lisa tried her best, but obviously, the man had a willpower made out of steel.
Or so she thought.
"Don't think for one moment you will be getting away with this," he whispered to her with a deceptively sweet smile.
Her hormones went to town at his threat.
The photo-op was done and Lisa walked back with a smug smile to her trailer.
Before she could so much as flip the light switch on, Hugh had tackled her down to the bed-sofa and secured her wrists to the windowsill.
"Payback, as you would say, is a bitch, darling" he growled out.
He had stolen the handcuffs.
Within the next few minutes he had the small floral red and black dress on the floor, and had her moaning and writhing like a possessed woman.
Who knew he had it in him to risk sneaking off with studio property? To initiate this kind of pastime in the workplace, in her trailer of all places, where anyone could show up looking for her, the man was usually so perfectly reserved and very composed, but it seemed lately that Lisa was rubbing off on him.
Speaking of rubbing, his shameless interest was pushing into her hip, Lisa rocked against him.
She might have never known about this adventurous side of her lover, but what she did know is how good exactly the man was with his mouth, how he could work her into a quivering frenzy, how his hands were strong and warm against her back, forcing her spine to arch into his waiting lips.
His teeth nipped sharply at the curve of her heaving breast, "Oh my God, Hugh," she moaned out loud.
"Hush now, baby," he whispered tauntingly against her bellybutton, "Someone may hear you, won't be easy to dodge such landmine dear."
Did Hugh just call her baby?
Then he was moving lower, lower... he whispered "Lisa?"
She whimpered in response, not wanting him to talk, only to keep doing what he was doing.
"Lisa," he was more insistent this time.
"Hnghah," she eloquently responded.
"What did you say? Do you need your line?" Hugh mumbled, clearly confused.
But not nearly as confused as her, or as pissed off, how dare he stop when she was so near to getting there.
"Cut!" someone yelled, someone who obviously wasn't Hugh.
Lisa sat bolt upright, clutching a hand to her hammering heart.
Her freed hand. No cuffs restraining her movements whatsoever.
Shit.
**
"You fell asleep on the job, Dorothy" Hugh taunted her once again, as they reached her parked car.
God, he was never going to let her live this one down.
"Shut up." Lisa was still completely mortified.
She'd fallen asleep in the middle of filming, not to mention she'd started experiencing a very R rated dream, in a room full of thirty strangers, standing around in their denim shorts, odd headgear and various noisy equipments.
This, she guessed, spoke volumes about her comfort levels when it came to the man who was at the moment smirking mischievously at her.
All it took was his strong arm circling her body, his warmth seeping into her, and Lisa was transferred back to the comforts of her own home, where they're curled up together at night.
Speaking of which..
"Are you coming over later?" she inquired.
"I am, but I have a meeting at the production office, which ends around eight. Think you can stay awake that long?" he teased.
She should have noticed the naughty glint in his eyes, but Lisa was otherwise busy with plotting something of her own, inspired by a rather unsatisfying and extremely frustrating dream.
"Hugh, would you happen to know where they might be keeping the props we used yesterday for the photo shoot?" She vaguely asked.
"Why would you ask that?"
"I needed to um… borrow something, for a little project I have in mind." Lisa busied herself with searching for the car keys.
"You mean something like this?" he pulled the pair of handcuffs out of his pocket.
Lisa stared, her mouth agape.
"Yeah, I forgot to mention this, but lately you've developed the habit of talking in your sleep" he smirked," don't worry though, I don't think ALL of the crew heard you"
"Oh my God, Hugh." She was absolutely mortified.
"That's exactly what you said, among other things" he winked at her, "I'll see you later... Baby."
..The End..
Rating: R (To be safe)
Disclaimer: I claim no knowledge of the actual people in this story, no harm intended to the actors involved, It's simply a flight of one fangirl's fantasy, don’t sue me please, It’s bad enough I will burn in hell for this.
A/N: Here's a little ficlet I wrote for the 'Dreams" prompt on FB. Reviews are welcomed and loved, and I hope you don't mind the lack of beta read.
~Happy holidays everyone~
As scenes go, this was a hell of a nice one to film.
For one, Cuddy's bedroom set had a much softer mattress than the one in House's, and Lisa would know, she'd spent four consecutive days shooting -mostly naked- love scenes on aforementioned mattress.
Today, Lisa didn't even need to get out of the bed for this entire scene, she was warm under the covers, she was in a pair of silky, cute little pajamas, but best of all; she was cuddling up with Hugh Laurie. And she was getting paid to do it.
The script had her asleep for the entire scene, except for a single line she delivers with her eyes closed, while Hugh was on his back behind her, wide awake, as House was losing sleep over letting Cuddy's daughter swallow a quarter.
She randomly noted how the lights were not as blinding as usual today, she liked that fact.
"All right Guys, in 3..2..1," someone called the take.
Lisa closed her eyes.
**
Try as she might, she couldn't get free.
He said he would punish her, and Hugh was a man of his word.
Hugh's lips trailed a slow, scorching path down her throat, licking and nipping.
Her hand moved to keep him from leaving his mark on her skin, she had to be on camera later, Lisa meant to stop him but was apprehended by the damn restraints.
Damn handcuffs.
She shouldn't complain now, it was her idea, after all.
His hands were everywhere at once as his lips were slowly and sweetly torturing her, but Lisa couldn't touch a damn inch of his skin, it was so unfair.
But then again she didn't exactly play fair today.
The interviewer had taken her joke about handcuffing House and Cuddy seriously, and before she knew it, their own House prop department produced a set of shiny, metallic shackles.
When next she was asked to drape her arms around Hugh and play up their obvious sexual chemistry, Lisa pushed it a bit further and sat astride his lap. The resulting look on her co-star's face was priceless.
For the following ten minutes of shooting, she'd enjoyed torturing the poor man endlessly, she ground her hip against his, then she'd squirmed against him every chance she got.
Lisa tried her best, but obviously, the man had a willpower made out of steel.
Or so she thought.
"Don't think for one moment you will be getting away with this," he whispered to her with a deceptively sweet smile.
Her hormones went to town at his threat.
The photo-op was done and Lisa walked back with a smug smile to her trailer.
Before she could so much as flip the light switch on, Hugh had tackled her down to the bed-sofa and secured her wrists to the windowsill.
"Payback, as you would say, is a bitch, darling" he growled out.
He had stolen the handcuffs.
Within the next few minutes he had the small floral red and black dress on the floor, and had her moaning and writhing like a possessed woman.
Who knew he had it in him to risk sneaking off with studio property? To initiate this kind of pastime in the workplace, in her trailer of all places, where anyone could show up looking for her, the man was usually so perfectly reserved and very composed, but it seemed lately that Lisa was rubbing off on him.
Speaking of rubbing, his shameless interest was pushing into her hip, Lisa rocked against him.
She might have never known about this adventurous side of her lover, but what she did know is how good exactly the man was with his mouth, how he could work her into a quivering frenzy, how his hands were strong and warm against her back, forcing her spine to arch into his waiting lips.
His teeth nipped sharply at the curve of her heaving breast, "Oh my God, Hugh," she moaned out loud.
"Hush now, baby," he whispered tauntingly against her bellybutton, "Someone may hear you, won't be easy to dodge such landmine dear."
Did Hugh just call her baby?
Then he was moving lower, lower... he whispered "Lisa?"
She whimpered in response, not wanting him to talk, only to keep doing what he was doing.
"Lisa," he was more insistent this time.
"Hnghah," she eloquently responded.
"What did you say? Do you need your line?" Hugh mumbled, clearly confused.
But not nearly as confused as her, or as pissed off, how dare he stop when she was so near to getting there.
"Cut!" someone yelled, someone who obviously wasn't Hugh.
Lisa sat bolt upright, clutching a hand to her hammering heart.
Her freed hand. No cuffs restraining her movements whatsoever.
Shit.
**
"You fell asleep on the job, Dorothy" Hugh taunted her once again, as they reached her parked car.
God, he was never going to let her live this one down.
"Shut up." Lisa was still completely mortified.
She'd fallen asleep in the middle of filming, not to mention she'd started experiencing a very R rated dream, in a room full of thirty strangers, standing around in their denim shorts, odd headgear and various noisy equipments.
This, she guessed, spoke volumes about her comfort levels when it came to the man who was at the moment smirking mischievously at her.
All it took was his strong arm circling her body, his warmth seeping into her, and Lisa was transferred back to the comforts of her own home, where they're curled up together at night.
Speaking of which..
"Are you coming over later?" she inquired.
"I am, but I have a meeting at the production office, which ends around eight. Think you can stay awake that long?" he teased.
She should have noticed the naughty glint in his eyes, but Lisa was otherwise busy with plotting something of her own, inspired by a rather unsatisfying and extremely frustrating dream.
"Hugh, would you happen to know where they might be keeping the props we used yesterday for the photo shoot?" She vaguely asked.
"Why would you ask that?"
"I needed to um… borrow something, for a little project I have in mind." Lisa busied herself with searching for the car keys.
"You mean something like this?" he pulled the pair of handcuffs out of his pocket.
Lisa stared, her mouth agape.
"Yeah, I forgot to mention this, but lately you've developed the habit of talking in your sleep" he smirked," don't worry though, I don't think ALL of the crew heard you"
"Oh my God, Hugh." She was absolutely mortified.
"That's exactly what you said, among other things" he winked at her, "I'll see you later... Baby."
..The End..