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  A Night's Honor (A House/Torchwood crossover) 
 by Topaz Eyes	

 Notes: Written for the Porn Battle VI Challenge hosted by oxoniensis,
using the prompt "chivalry."

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Cuddy knew Captain Jack Harkness was charming when she'd met him that
evening on a blind date. Tall, broad, with a quick, easy smile and
gorgeous blue eyes; everything their mutual friend in Cardiff said he'd
be. She'd liked him the minute he'd arrived at her door and kissed her
hand in a perfectly chivalrous gesture.

She didn't realize just how charming he really was until later that night,
when she found herself naked and splayed on her bed with his head between
her legs. 

He was good, she thought, writhing as he lapped her exquisitely sensitive
flesh. They'd moved in a whirlwind from drinks, to dinner, to dancing,
back to her house and finally here; his clothes and greatcoat folded, hers
scattered everywhere, and she in a delirious flush as he did shameless
things to her.

He looked up at her, his mouth glistening, and it curved in a rakish,
teasing grin. 

"Why, Lisa, if I didn't know any better I'd swear you were enjoying this."
He licked his lips in a totally obscene fashion.

Cool air played over her, only emphasizing the lack of his attention. She
bit back a groan of frustration. "Captain Harkness."

"Ma'am?" He raised a devilish eyebrow, then blew on her thighs, making her
quiver.

Cuddy reached down, threading her fingers through his ridiculously lush
hair, and her breath hitched. "Don't--don't stop."

Jack's eyes lit up and he chuckled. "Yes ma'am." He bent his head back
down and nuzzled the inside of her thighs.

He took his sweet time returning to her, but when he did, she gasped when
he nibbled at her clit, arched when he cupped her buttocks and, with the
soft sucking noises he made, felt he was drinking her in. Desire leapt
even higher when he slid two fingers into her, when his tongue on her clit
and his fingers inside moved in tandem. She squirmed desperately against
his mouth, her fingers gripping his hair tighter as her need became almost
unbearable. She whined--God, she couldn't hold on much longer--until he
hummed on her clit. The sound spread through her whole body; she finally
let go, sobbing and thrashing against his mouth with her orgasm.

When the spasms subsided, she sank, sated, back into the pillows. Jack
rose on one elbow, smirking.

"I trust that met your satisfaction, ma'am?"

Cuddy's eyes fluttered closed; she smiled dreamily. "Oh, yeah."

"I aim to please." He moved up beside her, fondling her breast as he
leaned over. She tasted herself, warm and salty on his lips. He pressed
his erection into her hip and mmm'ed as she slid her hand down his chest.

"Let me repay you," she murmured, stroking his cock.

"In time," he said, rolling onto his back. "I have something else in mind
right now."

The huskiness in his voice, the heat of his gaze stoked yet another fire
between her thighs. "What's that?"

He pulled her on top and expertly guided her onto him. "My lovely Lisa
Cuddy. I am going to make you come all night," he whispered.

"I'm going to hold you to that," she replied, and moaned when he angled
just so.

Jack Harkness was a man of his word, she thought when she woke up tangled
in the bedsheets the next morning. He'd left no square inch of her
untouched or untasted; she could still feel the ghost of him sliding over
her, inside her. God but she hadn't had a night like that in a very long
while.

She reached out but found his side of the bed empty. There was no sound of
movement in the house. His clothes and greatcoat were gone from the chair
too. Dammit. She'd hoped for a repeat performance before leaving for the
hospital; before he left to return to England to run his "service
organization" as he'd put it. Torchwood.

Cuddy sat up, and caught a small thing gleaming on her bedside table. She
picked it up, turning it over. A button from Jack's greatcoat. She smiled,
closing her hand around it. Chivalrous indeed.

She was still smiling when she strode into the hospital towards her
office. House was already waiting inside, twirling his cane, but even that
couldn't ruin her morning.

He peered at her suspiciously. "You're looking entirely too satisfied this
morning. Wild night?"

She clutched the button still in her fist. "You don't know the half of
it," she replied, and didn't say anything more.  
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