Title: Truth or Dare By: Katie Rating: PG-13, R for a few scenes Disclaimer: David E. Kelley, FOX, and crew own Boston Public. Summary: Boredom causes Lauren and Harry to play a hot game of Truth or Dare. Note: Thank you, Terence, for inspiring this story. If we weren't up until 12 playing Truth or Dare (actually, Truth or Truth), I wouldn't be writing this story. Love ya, babe! "Lauren, you are so slow," Harry Senate complained. "Harry, if you would actually let me open the door, maybe we could get in!" Lauren Davis said, swatting Harry's hands from around her waist. "Aw, Lauren, you are no fun!" Harry whined, resting his hands on her small hips. Lauren grinned at the door, then said, "We'll see." "What do you mean?" Harry asked eagerly. "Well, it's Friday and we have all weekend to spend together," Lauren whispered seductively. "Oh…." Harry said thoughtfully. "You mean we will be together all weekend?" "Yes," Lauren replied, finally opening the door and turning on the main light. Turning and seeing Harry still in the hall, she asked, "What's wrong?" Harry broke out of his daze and said, "What? Oh, I mean, nothing is wrong. I was just…. looking at the wall." Lauren nodded and walked into the kitchen, listening as Harry shut the door behind him. She set down a bag and opened the refrigerator. Seeing it was empty, she sighed. She stood up suddenly, and said, "Wait a minute! Harry!" "Yes?" he asked, walking into the kitchen. "You were not looking at the wall! You were looking at my…. Well, you know." Harry smiled, then said, "You're right. It's such a beautiful thing, though. What's for dinner?" he quickly asked before Lauren could say anything else. Lauren said, "Watch it, buddy." She glanced at the refrigerator again, then said, "I don't know. I have nothing here. Chinese, pizza, subs, chicken, what do you want, Harry?" "You, Lauren." "For dinner." "Pizza," Harry said immediately, then whispered, "And for dessert, a little Lauren." "Well, it may be your lucky night," Lauren said, turning to call the pizza shop down the street. Harry opened her refrigerator and winced at the contents. "It's more pathetic than mine," he muttered. A few cans of soda, half a carton of milk, a few apples, a box of leftover Chinese food, and a can of whipped cream sat in there. Harry stared at the whipped cream, an idea forming in his head. He smiled to himself as Lauren put her hands around his waist. "What're you looking at?" she asked softly in his ear. "Nothing much," Harry answered truthfully. Lauren smiled, then asked, "Pathetic?" Harry nodded. "Lauren, where do you eat?" he asked suddenly. "Oh, you know, out. At school. With you. Takeout. My diet sucks, huh?" "Yeah, it does. When was the last time you had a home cooked meal?" Harry asked. He felt Lauren stiffen behind him, then sigh softly, pulling away from him. Harry turned around and saw Lauren leaning against the counter, looking sadly around her kitchen. "Lauren?" he asked softly. "Thanksgiving." "Thanksgiving?" "And before that, God only knows. I mean, I have been away from home for seven years, and even before that, I always ordered in." "I didn't know, Lauren, I'm sorry. If I did know, I'd cook you dinner every night," Harry said. "Oh, it's okay. As long as I'm with you, every meal tastes like steak," Lauren said softly. Harry smiled and pulled Lauren into his arms for a long time. When they broke part, Lauren straightened her shirt and asked, "So what do you want to do tonight?" Harry frowned, then said, "Well, we always watch movies. Card games bore me…. What about a game of Truth or Dare?" "Truth or Dare?" Lauren asked. "Harry, have you lost your mind? We're adults, not immature twelve year olds at a slumber party." "Oh, come on, Lauren! It'll be fun," Harry insisted. Lauren stared at him for a few moments, then sighed. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered. "All right!" cried Harry. Lauren stared at him for a second. She had never seen him so excited. "Okay, who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?" she asked. Harry smiled and picked Lauren up in his arms. "Oof! Put me down!" Lauren cried. "Okay," said Harry, dropping her on the couch and covering her body with his. Harry looked into Lauren's eyes, then tenderly brushed a lock of hair off of her face. Lauren smiled and pulled Harry's neck down to her. Slowly, their lips met passionately. Lauren wrapped her arms around Harry's waist. Harry's fingers gently rubbed Lauren's hair. Their kissing was beginning to become deeper and deeper as the doorbell rang. Harry pressed his lips to Lauren's for a few more seconds, then mumbled, "Any other time it would have taken three hours." Lauren giggled softly, pushing Harry gently in the chest as he stood up to answer the door. Lauren got up after him and headed into the kitchen for sodas and napkins. She didn't bother with plates, for she learned awhile ago that Harry didn't bother with them anyway. She returned to the living room, savoring the smell of the pizza. Sitting down on the couch, she faced Harry, and the two tore into the pizza. After they were full, Lauren and Harry stared at each other. "You ready?" asked Harry in a happy voice. "Yeah," replied Lauren unenthusiastically. She paused, then asked, "Wait, what does the loser do?" "What do you mean?" asked Harry. "Well, when I beat you, what will you have to do for me?" Lauren asked. "Wait, when you beat me?" "Yes. How about if I win, you make me dinner?" "Okay," agreed Harry. "And if I win, you have to make me dinner." "Fine. Since I am so nice, I'll let you go first. Truth, dare, double dare, torture, kiss, or promise?" Lauren asked. "Wait, I thought we were just doing truth or dare?" Harry asked. "Aw, Harry, you're boring. This was your idea!" "Okay, but the only way to win is if you do every single dare, promise, and whatever at least once," Harry said. "Fine, now what will it be?" Lauren asked. "I guess dare." "Okay. I dare you to run up and down the hall screaming like an idiot," Lauren said. "Oh, come on, that's the best you can do?" Harry opened her door, running out. "AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" Harry yelled, running up and down the halls a few times. Lauren jumped up, hoping to lock the door before he could get back in. Harry was too quick for her, though, and he managed to jump in. "I'll get you back for that!" Harry said breathlessly. Lauren laughed for a few minutes, then said, "My turn. I choose truth." Harry looked at her for a few moments. "When did you know we were perfect for each other?" Lauren sat still for a moment, surprised he asked such a serious question. "Well, there are several times I can think of during our relationship, but a time before we dated comes to my mind. Remember the day Webster Henderson spit in my face?" "How can I forget it?" "Well, when you walked me home that night, and you stroked my hair, it was kind of like God was saying, 'Perfect match!' I knew there was something there." Harry nodded and squeezed Lauren's hand for a second. "Well, my turn. Truth." "What was the saddest moment of your life?" Well, I really don't remember too much from my past, Lauren. Except for one time-" Harry suddenly froze, the said, "Lauren, never mind, I really don't want to talk about it." Lauren frowned, then said, "Harry, I'm sorry." "No, it's okay. I pass. Maybe when we know each other better. Your turn," Harry said quickly. "Okay, um, dare." "I dare you to flash the next person who walks by the window," he answered quickly. Lauren stared at Harry for a few seconds. "No, Harry, I will not do that!" "Scared?" "No, it's just that- well, what if it is a ninety year old man, or a little kid? Or a woman? Are you crazy?" "So you pass?" "Yes!" pt. 2 "Okay, my turn." Lauren glared at him, still surprised he would ask her to do something like that. "Torture." Lauren's frown disappeared and she smiled. "Uh-oh, what?" asked Harry. "Nothing. You have to let me tickle you until you can no longer stand it. The longer you go, the better." "Aw, man!" whined Harry. "Pass?" "No," said Harry reluctantly. He couldn't keep passing, because Lauren would win. "Good," she answered, pouncing on him. She dug her fingers mercilessly into his ribs, trying to avoid his flailing arms. After a few moments, Harry yelled, "Mercy!" "Too bad!" cried Lauren, digging her fingers farther into his stomach. "Aaugh!" cried Harry. "This wasn't part of the deal!" He squirmed underneath her, trying to get away. He finally did, and began to run away. Harry turned abruptly, attempting to catch Lauren off balance and turn the tables, tickling her. Instead, his elbow caught her in the face, striking her directly where the breast implant had a few months ago. "Oh!" cried Lauren, stumbling back, grabbing her face. "Oh, shit, Lauren, I am so sorry!" cried Harry, moving to her side. "I'm fine," Lauren choked out tearfully, causing Harry to believe she was anything but. "No, Lauren, let me see," Harry insisted, guiding Lauren to the couch. Slowly, she pulled her hand from her eye, allowing Harry to see it. It was swelling already. "Oh, God, Lauren, I am so sorry!" Harry said. "It's okay, I should have stopped when you said to," Lauren said, closing her eyes. "Let me get some ice," Harry said. He jumped up, leaving Lauren. Lauren sighed softly, waiting for him to come back. When he did, Harry gently pressed the pack to her face, then allowed Lauren to take over. "Whose turn is it?" she mumbled. "Lauren, let's quit for tonight," Harry said. "Nah, I'm fine. "You sure?" "Yeah. It's my turn, so I choose Double Dare." "Okay," Harry said thoughtfully. "I dare you to prank call two of our friends." "Who?" Lauren asked. "Marylin and Steven." "What? Steven? Are you crazy?" "Probably," Harry replied. "But they both have caller ID," Lauren argued. "Lauren, you know darn well that you come up unknown," Harry pointed out. Lauren sighed, then hit the speakerphone. The dial tone filled the air, and Lauren punched in the number of her friend. After a few rings, they heard Marylin's voice. "Hello?" "Huh?" asked Lauren in an elderly voice. "Hello?" asked Marylin again. "Is this Acme Pharmacy?" asked Lauren. "Uh, no, it isn't," Marylin said. "You have the wrong number." "Wait, I want to know if this is Acme?" Harry stifled a giggle. "No, it isn't, ma'am." "Well, maybe you can help me. My hearing aide doesn't seem to be working," Lauren said. "Ma'am, you have the wrong number," Marylin said slowly and loudly. "What? You said to bring it in?" "No, you have the wrong number!" "Huh? Send it in?" "Look, lady, you have the wrong number," Marylin said, hanging up the phone. Harry and Lauren burst into giggles, then Harry said, "Call her back!" "Okay," Lauren agreed, hitting the redial button. "Hello?" asked an irritated Marylin. "Hello?" "What do you want?" yelled Marylin. "We seem to have gotten disconnected," Lauren said. "You want me to put the hearing aide under my car and run it over a few times, you said?" "No, I want you to leave me alone!" "But you need to see my hearing aide," protested Lauren. "Look, I don't know who the hell you think you are, but I will not tolerate you prank calling me, you dumb bitch. I know you are one of my students, and if I ever catch you, I will make sure you get suspended!" Marylin yelled into the phone, slamming it down. Lauren cringed, and Harry said softly, "Ouch." Lauren smiled at him, then asked, "Should we call her back?" "Nah," said Harry. "Let's call Steven." "Can I just call him a few times with different jokes?" asked Lauren. "Sure," Harry agreed. Lauren smiled, and picked up the phone. After a few seconds, they heard Steven's voice. "Hello?" "Hello, is your refrigerator running?" Lauren asked. "Yes, it is," Steven said cluelessly. "Well, you better go catch it!" Lauren exclaimed, hanging up the phone. "That was so corny," Harry said. "Well, here's another one," Lauren said, hitting redial. "What?" Steven answered the phone. "Hello, is Kristin there?" "No, sorry, wrong number," Steven said. "Sorry," Lauren said. "Boring!" "Just wait," Lauren said, calling Steven again. "Is Kristin there?" "No!" "Sorry." Lauren called seven more times, each time wincing as Steven became more and more irritated. "Okay, here we go," said Lauren, hitting the button one more time. "What?" thundered Steven's voice. "This is Kristin. Have there been any calls for me?" "Yes, just you, you jackass!" Steven slammed the phone down. Lauren and Harry stared at the phone. "Well, who did we piss off more?" Harry asked. "I think both were pretty pissed," Lauren said. She looked at Harry, then said, "Your turn." "Double dare," Harry said. Lauren smiled devilishly, then said, "You have to strip and seduce me." Harry smiled, then moved off of the couch. Slowly, he unbuttoned each button on his shirt, slowly pulling it off. "Wait," Lauren said. Harry looked at her, then said, "Would music help?" Harry nodded as Lauren went to her stereo system and turned it on. A love ballad came on as Harry took Lauren's hands and unbuttoned his pants with her hands. He pulled his pants off, leaving him in his boxers, socks, and a white shirt. Harry tugged the shirt off and wrung it up, putting it around the back Lauren's neck and pulling her up. Lauren came up with him, then put her hands on his warm chest. Together they danced, Harry wrapped his arms around Lauren, slowly down his seductive dance and swaying with Lauren. After a few minutes, the two broke apart, still holding hands. "Have I told you that I love you?" Harry asked. "Yes, many times," Lauren said. She hesitated, then said, "And I know I have never said those words, but I do, Harry." "Do what?" "I love you," Lauren said. Harry smiled, then pulled her into a hug, murmuring in her hair, "I know. It's your turn." "Kiss," Lauren said softly, and Harry smiled. "I choose that as my next as well," he mumbled before their lips met. Lauren's tongue explored Harry's mouth, though she had been there many times before. She thought to herself that every time they kissed, his kisses seemed to become more and more wonderful. Harry felt Lauren's tongue in his mouth, and pulled away, letting her kiss his neck. Slowly, his hands reached for her shirt, and he gently pulled it off, leaving Lauren in her pants and bra. They continued to kiss, becoming more involved in the kiss. Lauren pushed Harry to the couch, forcing him slowly down. "We should continue the game," said Harry between kisses. "I know," agreed Lauren, allowing Harry to run his hands down her back. "No, we really should," insisted Harry. "Why?" Lauren kissed his chest. "So we can go to bed sooner," Harry said passionately. "Oh," agreed Lauren, kissing him once more. Harry returned the kiss, looking into her eyes. "Lauren, you are the most beautiful person I have seen." "The feeling's more than mutual," Lauren said, staring into Harry's eyes for a few moments before moving off of him. "I'm sorry about your eye," Harry said suddenly. "It's okay, Harry," Lauren said gently. "I know you didn't mean it." He nodded, the spoke. "Well, it's your turn," Harry said softly, breaking the moment. "Torture," said Lauren. "Well, you know that can of whipped cream in your fridge?" Harry asked. "What about it?" Lauren asked wearily. "You have to let me lick it off your stomach." "What?" asked Lauren. "You heard me," Harry said. "And remember, if you pass, it means that I win, cause I won't pass my last challenge." Lauren glared at Harry, then said, "Fine." Harry laughed, pulling his shirt on, then ran into kitchen. Lauren laid on the couch and waited for Harry to return. He ran into the living room, shaking the can. Pulling the top off, he squirted it on Lauren's bare stomach. She shuddered at the cold and slimy feel. Harry set the can on the table, and Lauren glanced at it, a plan slowly forming in her head. Harry looked at Lauren, the asked, "You ready?" Lauren nodded, and Harry began licking her stomach. Harry was so engrossed in his task that he didn't see Lauren reach for the can of whipped cream. She rubbed the back of Harry's neck, lifting his shirt. Pushing down on the nozzle, Lauren squirted the whipped cream down his back. Harry yelled, jumping off of Lauren and falling to the floor. Lauren giggled, hopping off of the couch and running. Harry quickly got up and grabbed Lauren around the waist. "I'll get you for that!" yelled Harry, easily lifting Lauren over his shoulder. "Put me down!" yelled Lauren with a laugh in her voice. "Nope," said Harry, holding Lauren over his shoulders. "Please?" "Let me think." "Pretty please?" asked Lauren, looking at her living room upside down. "With a cherry on top?" Harry asked. Lauren smiled, then added mischievously, "And whipped cream." Harry smiled, then dropped Lauren on her couch. "You know, it's not fair. Every time you want to get revenge on me, you simply pick me up." "I know, but it's fun." Lauren grinned happily at him, then said, "Look, Harry we both only have our promises left." "I know," said Harry. "Why don't we do that?" "Well, it'll be a tie," Harry pointed out. "I know," Lauren said. "We can cook dinner together," she pointed out. "Okay," said Harry. "You want to go first?" Lauren asked. "Sure."' Harry paused, then said, "Lauren, I promise that I will always be here for you, through thick and thin, hard and easy. I love you with all of my heart, and I promise I will love you forever." Lauren nodded, taking Harry's hand. "And I promise to always be here for you as well. I also promise to try to understand you better and not pressure you when you seem upset." Harry smiled at Lauren, pulling her close to him for a hug. They parted after a few moments, and their lips met for the first of many more times that night.