kiss my lips

[dangansockpa]

the passionately pressed against the wall meme.

your character is minding their own business (or maybe not) when another shoves them up against a wall to kiss them or fuck them. what happens next is up to you.

1. tag with your character's name, fandom, and preferences in the subject
2. tag out to others, don't be shy

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[unbreachable]

[ He makes a noise of surprise and pain when she tugs his hair but – it’s one of his weak spots, having his hair pulled like that, and when she fits her lips over his again he’s distracted, moving away from the slow and sensual and moving towards the aggressive. Maybe it’s easier this way; this roughness, the way she drags her teeth over his bottom lip.

His hands settle at her hips again, tug and pull at her shirt, wanting more, always more – skin to skin, contact. Raleigh’s a tactile man, always has been and it’s been so fucking long since he’s had any kind of intimacy like this that he’s starving for it, wanting and needing it like he needs air. ]

[oceanfloor]

[ she didn't know — but she does now, and it's the kind of knowledge chuck is all too willing to abuse, her fingers tangling in his hair. roughness is easier than the sensual; sensual implies letting someone in, letting someone close in a way that isn't merely physical.

the physical, chuck has no problem with, and so she arches against him, trying to wordlessly encourage him to just take off her fucking shirt.

he takes too long with it, though, and so she pulls back — not far, only far enough to pull her own shirt up and over her head, and then to attack his.

(she's still wearing a sports bra.) ]

[unbreachable]

[ Right here -- she wants to do this right here and the fucking door isn't even locked and Jesus --

There goes her shirt.

And his promptly after, because leaving her high and dry is hardly fair, now is it? She attacks it but he's already halfway ripping it off and over his head, tossing it in the direction of wherever hers landed (not important, not at all, doesn't matter he can get it later after they're finished with...whatever it is that they're doing, wherever this is going) before reaching for her, crushing her back against his frame.

She's hot skin against his, flesh pressing against flesh and his hands wander, skirt at her sides and dance up her ribs before sliding around to her back, pulling her close again so he can nip sharply at her ear. ]

[oceanfloor]

[ she doesn't care, all right? — actually, she isn't really thinking about it, about the fact that the door isn't locked or that anyone could walk in. her focus is entirely on the skin that he's just bared, the lines of muscle there for her fingertips to smooth over, to explore.

he's startlingly attractive, and a moment later he's pulling her against him again and she goes willingly — more than that, she pushes even further than he pulls, pressing herself close, breasts against his chest and turning her head until she can capture his lips again, scrape teeth over his lower lip. ]

[unbreachable]

[ He make an entirely undignified noise at the back of his throat (it's a horribly embarrassing little whine he'll try to deny later) at the scrape of her teeth, and he's going to have to really focus to clear his head and maybe remember that they're in public and this is, in its entirety, a really bad idea.

Except he can't even manage that, not with how distracted he is. What started as a kiss turned into something else completely and with her heat pressed up against him, he's disinclined to stop. ]

Chuck-- [ He'll give it a last go, though, voice raspy and full of gravel. ] We're in public.

[oceanfloor]

[ those words should, for all intents and purposes, be like a bucket of ice water — should remind her that not only are they in public, but she's also making out with raleigh becket and really into it. except, she's really into it and the noise he just made was undignified and went straight to her head, muddling her thought, to her gut, stroking the heat that's pooling there —

maybe they should stop, but she doesn't care. ] Your room, then. [ like that should be obvious, like he should have thought of that — but she wants and she can't even bring herself to care that he'll know it. ]

[unbreachable]

[ And she propositions that and any previous resolve falters and vanishes into the ether. He nods jerkily, bends to grab the clothes they managed to shed and he passes her shirt back and pulls his on over her head before making moves to leave the kwoon.

Yes, they probably should (the reasons why are fuzzy at the moment, he's hard as a rock and he's gotta adjust before he steps out into the hall) but he doesn't want to and they're not going to.

His room isn't that far, it's in the normal barracks and he's got so few things it's unlocked when they get there and he lets her in first, door wide open and promptly closed behind her.

It's pretty spartan save for the pictures pinned up on his wall. ]

[oceanfloor]

[ it's a good thing, isn't it, that she's not there for the decor. instead, she's turning the moment he shuts the door bhind them, turning and pressing herself against his body again, fingers fisting in the shirt he's put on again.

( she liked him without it, liked the feeling of skin against skin and now they're back where they started, each wearing a shirt and with her pressing herself close. )

she shouldn't, but christ, she wants him. ]

[unbreachable]

[ It's a damn good thing because Raleigh has like, eight posessions in his life besides those pictures and it all fits inside a duffle bag.

They won't be wearing shirts long. The door shuts and Raleigh's got Chuck up against him again and he's tugging the hem of her shirt, pulling it up, wanting it off. Once he gets hers off he can make quick work of his own; he knows what their intentions are, it's pretty clear - he wouldn't have invited her back here and she wouldn't have come if they weren't planning on getting naked in his bed. ]

[oceanfloor]

[ it doesn't have to be the bed. she wouldn't mind the bed, not at all, but — if he wants to lift her and fuck her against the wall or if they don't even make it to the bed despite how relatively small the rooms in the shatterdome are, that would be all right. she just wants their clothes off and beyond that, she cares little.

it's ridiculous, and maybe she'd think it strange if she stopped to think about it at all, how their antagonism has turned into this kind of desperate sexual energy between them. she's not stopping to think, though, far too focused on her hands under his shirt, tracing the lines of his abs, the curve of his back, fingernails scraping over his sides; too focused on finding his lips and licking her way into his mouth, kissing him long and hard. ]