RPF--The Roles We Play (Ch. 2)
“God…don’t stop,” she murmured softly, her nails sinking into the bare skin of his back as he moved over her. House’s jeans hung low on Hugh’s hips and her own purple bra was still on her chest, but it didn’t matter. They were exposed where it counted. Lisa wrapped her legs around his middle, rocking in a counter rhythm against him and making him grunt soundly. This had surpassed dangerous ten minutes ago when they had started shedding their clothes and moved on to completely insane, but that was the last thing on their minds. Their location was risky, being in Hugh’s dressing room when most members of the cast and crew were still milling around outside of the room. However, the rest of the world on the other side of that locked door didn’t exist now that he was buried inside of her. All they knew was each other and the reactions that they made to one another’s caress. Her breath hitched as he pressed deeper within her, causing her to arch her back and bite back a moan. It was so damn hard to be quiet when he was touching her in all the right places. “More,” she begged breathlessly. “Harder.”
He granted her request and doubled his efforts, all but slamming into her and making her whimper. There was such urgency in their movements; their hands grasping each other in desperation. He had never really imagined their first time to be this rough, but he wasn’t picky. Later, there would be time to be slow and gentle, but too much had been pent up for them to hold back now. Hugh panted into the crook of her neck, biting the skin there when the urge to call out hit him. “S-so good,” he ground out, his voice straining, his face and chest reddening as he fought hard to keep his voice hushed. One of Lisa’s hands moved into his hair where she lightly tugged on it. Then it slid down to the back of his neck, pulling him to meet her lips in a bruising kiss. He returned the kiss eagerly because it muffled both of their groans as they quickly neared release. But they eventually had to part for air whether they wanted to or not.
Lisa felt the heat start from her core and spread outward, the intensity of it taking her by surprise, warming her and promising oblivion. “Oh! Hu-” she cried out and he pressed a hand over her mouth to shush her, fearing that she would be heard and they would be found out. It was a good thing too, because that’s when she peaked. She shuddered almost violently and held onto him with a white-knuckled grip, a strangled cry hitting the barrier of his hand.
Hugh was right behind her, his body tensing to the fullest and then quaking as each wave of pleasure jolted through him intensely. “Fuck…” he groaned softly, biting her shoulder firmly as his vision went blurry. They were a pile of panting limbs, tangled with one another so that it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began. She recovered first and rubbed a hand affectionately up and down the balmy surface of his muscled back. They had crossed the line and sprinted as far from it as they could manage; hand in hand. There was no going back now and they both knew it.
Hugh pulled back enough to give her a cute grin before kissing her lazily. “Mmm, you are lovely,” he whispered, causing her to blush. He gave her one last kiss before climbing off of her to stand and adjust the clothing on his lower half.
“You weren’t bad yourself, sir,” Lisa replied with a smirk, looking around to find her clothes as well and laughing. “Couldn’t you have put them in a pile somewhere instead of throwing them everywhere?” she asked playfully as she found her panties across the small room draped over his desk chair.
He chuckled as he pulled his character t-shirt back over his head. “I don’t recall you complaining at the time,” Hugh pointed out as she disappeared into the adjoining bathroom, his eyes lingering on her backside appreciatively as she went. Contentment washed over him as he leaned back on the couch. The happiness that filled him felt almost foreign as he hadn’t experienced it to this extent in such a long time. It felt absolutely divine to have his body free of every ounce of the stress that normally riddled him. His eyes fluttered shut and a soft grin was still on his face when she returned, now fully clothed and looking a little less thoroughly fucked. When she sat beside him, she took in the expression he had and it warmed her heart. Knowing she had put it there made it even sweeter. Lisa leaned over and pressed a soft kiss onto his cheek, the stiff hair there tickling her swollen, red lips. Most people would think that they should discuss their actions, figure out where they both stood. But that wasn’t them. They just sort of knew. It was something they could feel in the way they touched. A one-night stand so to speak wasn’t possible for them. They were entirely too emotionally attached to one another to either forget or not want this to happen again. Not a fling, a fuck or a fun time between friends. It was so much more and they didn’t need to say it aloud to make it known.
“You okay?” she asked, wanting to hear him say it to solidify that she was reading him correctly. How could she be getting it wrong? She could read Hugh like a damn picture book; the words so simple, but the picture that they painted so vivid and detailed.
“Better than okay,” he said, rolling his head to the side to gaze at her lovingly. “Are you?” Hugh asked, reaching into her lap to hold her small hand in his.
“I’m great,” Lisa grinned, pressing a peck onto his lips right when someone knocked on the door. He grumbled and gave her two more short kisses before standing to open the door.
She got up and walked over to his desk as he poked his head out the door to briefly address the voice who sounded like a costume assistant that was on the outside, simply looking around at the workspace for a moment. There was a recent picture of his children in a dark, wooden frame and it made her smile. Hugh adored them, even though he couldn’t always be there for them in a physical sense, she knew that they otherwise had him wrapped around their fingers. For as long as she had known him he had showered them with a plethora of gifts and affection. Their birthdays and holidays were always filled with simple, yet very much appreciated things that they wanted. Each of them also attended prestigious private schools, no doubt excelling in their studies if they had inherited their father’s intellect. Lisa briefly wondered what they would think when they learned of Hugh’s wishes to initiate a divorce. His relationship with his children meant a lot to him and she so hoped that it remained intact regardless of what came of his decision to move on.
Her eye caught the most recent script resting there and she picked it up, starting to thumb through it. The lines that she had already started to memorize stood out more on the page than his, but their combined scenes were also familiar as they were more frequent and of greater importance these days. Nearly every page had his masculine but neat handwriting somewhere in the margin. She recognized the slant in his scrawl on some pages, which she knew indicated that he hadn’t had his glasses on at the time, forcing him to squint. Sometimes it was scary how well she knew him, but she loved knowing such small details about her co-star and his often quirky ways. Lisa lingered on the page that contained the dialogue for the first major argument between their coupled characters.
“Intense, almost lustful eyes (per usual) as a reaction to their heated words. Attempts to mask any form of emotion (love, lust, hurt, fear, etc.) with anger that then escalates until….”
He was always so detailed and it was something she admired about him as an actor. Everything had to be as perfect as he could make it, right down to the mannerisms and microexpressions. He was meticulous in everything he did, and while it often forced them to stay on set for hours, the final product flourished because of that trait. His astounding abilities challenged her and she loved it. Hugh pushed her to be a better actress without even trying. Working with him challenged her to be better in her profession. He made her better, not only in her career but in her life as a whole. She had become a better person because of his presence in her life. Hugh Laurie was the most amazing human being she had ever known. And she hoped that in whatever they had just opened the door to, she would make him better as well. She hoped that they could be better together.
Still with me? Sorry for the wait. I had trouble cranking out this chapter. But, I hope you all enjoy. :)
Also, I'm not quite sure where I want to go with this, so suggestions are welcomed in comments below. Thanks for reading!