bakerstreet | It's all about the laps

It's all about the laps

IN YOUR LAP

Some things don't need explanations. Chicken wings. Wonderful weather. Guilty pleasures like Michael Bay movies. This meme is one of those things. It's simple: one character is in another's lap, and eventually the two get hot and heavy. Whether it's a friend sitting on a lap because there's no room, couples cuddling, or a stripper giving a lap dance, one thing will lead to another...after all, the loss of personal space can certainly set actions (and more) in motion.

Prompts

Innocent Lap Sitting: It's just a friendly gesture. Maybe you're enjoying a movie or a dinner together. Nothing wrong with that!
Romantic Canoodling: You two are spending some time together, and there's no way to be closer than to snuggle up in your lover's lap.
Out of Necessity: No more room on the bench, in the booth, or on the couch? There's a place on their lap.
Amateur Lap Dance: Just something sexy between lovers. Or maybe more silly than sexy.
Professional Lap Dance: Better break out the ones. This lap dance will cost you.
Dare: Nobody ever thought you'd get this close and personal, so they pushed you into doing it.
Pointed: They said you couldn't turn them on so easily. Challenge accepted.
Accidental: Oops, you've fallen! Good thing this lap was there.
Step Back I Feel a Little Poke: Wait. What's this? Maybe you should wiggle your hips a little to find out.
Lovemaking Lapsitting: Riding someone while they're sitting up can make the rider feel powerful, since they're on top, but the one being ridden may notice just how soft and small they are...and embrace them out of instinct.

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You would hope for that. I'm not upstairs but I am around. If you can find me.

[Sliding down in the booth seat was an option. Too bad she would look silly doing it. Another option would be to lay out along the seat but again, she'd feel silly. So Chloe would sit right where she was and see how long it would take for him to come around to her end of the club and find her. Hopefully before someone else did.

Chloe had one desire right now and that was to find him and take him upstairs. Away from the bass and the crowds. Get him pinned on his bed and enjoy herself. It had been a long week. She needed the stress relief. Or just to be around him, banter, tease, touch. An odd mix of need and feelings as they weren't exactly what she would call exclusive.]

[Ooh. The little minx. Sending him on a chase. And he was in just the mood for one, eyes lifting from the phone to look around the bar. Nothing at first glance, but the hunt was on.]

You know I will.

[It was inevitable now, and they both knew it. The real question was, what was he going to do when he found her? He kept his phone in hand in case she decided to make anymore cheeky comments, slinking away from the bar and starting to work around it from the edges. His eyes sought out the dark corners, since he highly doubted she'd make it so easy as splaying herself out on the piano -- though, there was a lovely thought.]

I wouldn't get too cocky if I were you or you really won't find me.

[She could see him, spying him through the bodies on the dance floor. He was beginning to close in. Before he could look her way she made sure to slink down in the plush seat, a smile hidden, lip bitten. That same question also crossed her mind, what oh what would happen when he slid in next to her.

For now Chloe was too amused watching the ladies brush at his shoulder or arm in attempts to stop and grab his attention. The brightness on her phone was turned down as to not give her away.]

A redhead, nice. She really wants your attention, maybe stop and talk to her for a minute. Tell her how nice she looks tonight.

[Slow sip of her drink. She felt almost like a voyeur at the moment. A cheeky one. And hey, that piano option was always still open, a lovely thought of the cool surface under her, her creamy skin standing out against gloss black.]

Last time I checked, you liked my cock.

[He couldn't help it. She'd left that one open. But he kept glancing around the club, looking at the darker shapes in the shadows until he felt that buzz in his hand that let him know she'd sent a reply. Ah, so she could see him. He replied to that by taking the hand of said redhead and giving it a light kiss, sending her off with a smile as his eyes fixed on something over her shoulder. A single figure in a booth, slouching as if trying not to be seen.

Aha.]

My attentions are currently elsewhere and I've got a craving for blonde.

[With that, he moved again, slipping into the crowd to lose himself so he could sneak up to where he'd seen that slouching figure, hopefully unseen.]

[Oh. So she had left that one open. That was okay. His response made her snort into her drink. There was no denying it, she did have a certain appreciation for his cock. It couldn't be helped. It felt great in her hands, in her mouth, and felt more than good going in -- it felt amazing.]

Blondes are nice. Fake busty blondes, not so much. When they're mostly all natural, that's the best.

[Chloe made the mistake of looking down at her phone to type that up, finding that he as now nowhere in sight when she looked up again. She found the redhead easily but no Lucifer. Her eyes narrowed and she leaned a little forward in the booth. Where did he go...? Now she was too focused on scanning the dance floor for a devilishly handsome fella, somewhat difficult with the amount of good looking men roaming the floor on the prowl for someone of their own for the night.]

...dammit.

[He looked at his phone and saw the reply, grinning to himself as he crept closer along the edge of the club. He saw the moment she noticed he was gone, saw her leaning forward to look for him and he slid around one body, then another, until he was close enough that he could slip into the booth in a fluid motion, leaning into her as he did, mouth close to her ear.]

There's something to be said for enhancements, but I've gained a preference for something more natural... with a little bite.

[He did a superb job on scaring her, startling her so much that she gasped out loud and her phone slipped down to her lap and off to the crevice between them. Chloe had jumped, and her heart had leapt up into her throat. That was completely unfair.]

-- Lucifer!

[Turning towards him when he spoke, his mouth nearly brushed hers, caught at her cheek as she leaned back and gave him as hard a shove as she could. Seriously!]

[He laughed. He couldn't help it. The indignant look on her face had a smile spreading over his. He reached for her phone, picking it up and holding it out to her with an unrepentant grin.]

I thought we were playing a game; who could be the most sneaky? Did I win?

Looks that way.

[The phone was taken from him and placed on the table, reaching for her drink instead to take a long sip. To help with getting her heartbeat back under control.]

I'm guessing you now want a reward?

I certainly wouldn't say no -- especially if the reward came from you. What were you thinking? A kiss? Maybe a promise for something... later?

A kiss would be too easy, and I doubt it would satisfy you for long enough. Maybe a little something...more.

Mm, I like the idea of more.

[He leaned on the hand closest to her, letting his eyes drift down over her before meeting her gaze.]

What did you have in mind?

You might have to find that out for yourself...

[If he wanted to get his hands on her, he'd find that she wasn't wearing anything on top and bottom. Thank god she kept up on keeping things perky, her shirt tight enough at the chest to show she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Quite a bit bold for her tastes.

Like leaning in to kiss the edge of his jaw, secretly pleased to feel the faint scratch of stubble under her lips. They were in a dark enough corner that no one would pay much attention to two figures sitting close.]

Oh?

[He was tempted, but he'd noted her dislike of doing anything where people could see. He wasn't sure if it was because she was just modest or because of it being him, and he found the latter idea bothered him more.

He did note the perk of her nipples against her shirt, defined in such a way that let him know she was going without a bra and it made his eyes flit down to her thighs, wondering if she'd opted to go double commando. Then his thoughts were distracted yet again with that light brush of her lips, his own pulse picking up as he turned just enough to let his nose brush against the edge of her cheek.]

And how would you like me to do that?

There are a few options.

[Her lips took the liberty of roaming slow, open-mouthed kisses up to his ear where she nuzzled on a low sound that she knew would tease him. She added a slight nip and her body turned more towards his, her body language easily readable in a way that clearly said she was into him, that she wanted him.]

Okay, maybe there's only two. The third I can't see happening, which has to do with either one of us under the table on our knees.

The third's only taken out due to the tables being far too low for either of us to fit under comfortably, but let's say that I had no idea what the other two ideas were... why not tell me?

[That noise had him feeling a pulse of heat go through him, that tingling settling nicely between his legs, starting him at a low burn as he felt himself react to her like he did so often lately. Since they'd started sleeping together, his response to her was generally 'mildly aroused', a state that only increased drastically at the merest hint of reciprocation from her. This? Far more than a hint and his desire was flaring brightly.]

Or I could just show you...

[Chloe slid her hand down over his to draw it up onto her thigh, tracing a finger around each of his knuckles for a moment before she guided him to slip in between her thighs. He would receive another low noise, burying the sound close to his ear, the daring act making her feel the pulse of heat. His entire hand was hot against her skin, her leg closest to him widening some to let him get to where she wanted him to be.

He would find some dampness if he chose to go right in, but other than that he would find a heat that could sear even his own.]

You could...

[All but whispered as she brushed her lips close to his ear, her fingers tickling around the backs of his as she led it up those smooth, soft thighs to--]

Bloody hell.

[That heat he'd been feeling low in his gut flared into something that threatened to consume him. He had a very real image in his mind of laying her down on the booth and fitting between her legs, burying himself inside her in some primal need he shouldn't have to claim her, make her his in front of the entire club. He wanted with a rush that had his hand shaking as it slid up and he cupped her.]

Have I told you how much I love it when you try to surprise me? I think I should. Naughty Chloe is likely my favorite version.

[His middle finger parted her folds, dipped into her as he felt his cock go from mildly interested to fully erect, tenting his pants and making him twist in his seat to settle his legs more comfortably.]

'Try'? [She had to snort and it morphed into a hoarse moan, hand wrapping around his wrist as she pressed her face against his cheek to breathe in whatever scent he carried with him that evening. Her body throbbed into the hand that cupped her so firmly, shivering at the heat that burned her.] It worked, and if only you could see the look on your face right now.

[Or really hear the breathlessness in his voice, how husky it had gotten from taking his wonderful surprise in stride. Could he hear the same change in her tone? It was as his finger pushed into her that she was the one who shifted on her seat and beginning to get ready to kneel up -- with some careful maneuvering.

This would work so much better if she could get closer, if she could kneel over him. They might have a little more privacy that way. And Chloe wanted to taste his mouth, free hand at his jaw to pull him to her.]

[Lucifer was no stranger to the sounds women, and men, made while feeling pleasure. He was surprised to note that her sounds seem to slice right through him, to actually affect him as if they were physical things. The slight catch of her breath had his eyes closing, and that muffled sigh and the husky tone in her voice had his hand cupping her more firmly, finger sliding in deeper as he sought out that spot -- until she moved. Bloody woman...]

If it's validation and praise you're looking for, consider it given. I'll get up on the damn piano and sing a song to how naughty you can be and how very much I like it.

[And every word of it was gospel, a look of raw need and hunger on his face when she moved up a little, his eyes meeting hers before she was close enough for him to kiss. To taste. He always wanted her, like a low craving that flared with coy little looks or the curve of her ass when she bent over. Little things that he knew she didn't do intentionally, but that drew him in like nectar for a bee.]

[She wasn't going to sit still for too long. By now it should've been clear to him how she operated. Always putting a tiny little wrench in his plans, making him work for something without meaning to.]

I'll only agree to this if you don't mention any names. Make something up...

[She leaned up, leg swinging over his lap, and leaned over him. Tasting him was her first priority, and Chloe delved deep on a moan she buried into his mouth. She fed into her own craving and need, a hand cupping the back of his head, floffy hair gripped in her fingers. Hunger consumed her for a few moments, and why not let it?

He tasted and smelled too good not to.]

My skirt better not be riding up— I don't need to be flashing anyone.

[He would have laughed at where the conversation was going, Chloe Decker allowing not only a song from him, but one all but serenaded to her in a crowded club, but it was a little hard to keep that edge of amusement when her mouth was on his and her tongue slid against his, when she had his arms automatically moving to wind around her, to pull her in like she was his and he was just reclaiming her. All the better when he felt her leg swing over, when she was a presence hovering over his lap and he could feel the ache in his cock as he wished for a moment he could just will the fabric away, knowing that it was only what he had on that separated them.

When she made that little remark, his hand slid down her back, gliding over her ass to give it a squeeze as he mumbled back to her.]

I feel skirt, not skin, so I think you're good, love.

Let's keep it that way. [She murmured it in a way that was like a challenge, as though she was challenging him.] You think you can do that?

[If they weren't seated on the main level of a busy club, she would be tugging her shirt off and guiding his mouth down to her breast. Lay back on the table and spread her legs, pull him in to hold his face right up against her. Chloe bit at his bottom lip, hands moving down between them for his belt, lowering down to sit and get comfortable.]

You're hard...

[Smugly mumbled that ended on a sighing breath, the skirt riding up closer to her hips as she rocked against him. It was discreetly done, the height of the table enough to hide her from the waist down.]

[It was official: Lucifer very much liked naughty minx Chloe. When she was playful, he loved to go along with it, but when she was confident and aroused as well... It was a potent mix he didn't want to try to fight against. He had the same wants she did, his mind already drifting to getting her naked and having his fill of her -- and then some, but her comment had him laughing against her lips, his hand squeezing her ass as he did.]

You say that as if you're surprised. When am I not around you, mm? Especially when... well. That look in your eye is hard to resist, Detective.

[She was going to be his undoing, one way or another. But he held to her little game, making sure that her skirt didn't shift up too far, lids heavy as he moved to drag his lips along her jaw.]

[Her hands stilled over his belt as his lips moved over her skin. Chloe closed her eyes and leaned into the touch on a low moan, enjoying it for a moment. Dragging kisses were good, especially when they teased over certain areas, like a good build up to something promising. Which was almost most of the time with him. ]

Who said I was surprised. I was just stating the obvious, and that I like it. But for that look in my eye... [Chloe muffled a laugh against his cheek, smiling, his belt now opened and pulled apart.] I think you're seeing things.

[Button flicked open she tugged at his shirt, and wasted no time in sliding her hand in. She teased him, pushed him further, fingers brushing through coarse hair to feel the hot skin of his cock against her knuckles. Brief, barely there brushes, that was all she gave him, index and middle finger parting on either side of the base like a 'V', sliding down to tease lower at his balls. Poor guys, confined to all those layers, tucked in with no real breathing or playing room.]

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