bakerstreet | 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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[His head shakes in response. He's been pinned against worse odds and didn't stop. The stakes however are a bit different.]

Hm... are words fair game?

[Clearly movement is otherwise this battle would be drawn out. Answering his own question falls wayside in favor of drawing in the break ups in breathing and the sensation of having Lenalee's hand to his knee. Short pets are piled on bunching her skirt up in the process revealing more of her legs.]

That is, using words to win. [Even not he's tight lipped on dancing over the line of cruder speaking. Certainly not stopping his wonder hands or another kiss lasting a tad longer than the first chaste one.]

[ Now words were not something she'd considered to be used before, but she was feeling a little adventurous right now and a part of her wondered what it would be like to actually hear what Allen could come up with.

Her answer even takes a moment in lieu of her attention being drawn to the way his movements have caused her already short skirt to bunch up higher on her legs. The chill of the air around them is barely even felt with his warm body against her own, and the promise of what could come with when the battle was won. ]

If you think it would help, I think that's alright with me.

[ She may not be well-versed in words that could win this, but she did still have other ways of doing so. Simpler ones that involved another wiggle of her hips back against him, while pressing back a bit to add a touch of pressure to the contact and feeling awfully tempted to shift enough to perhaps try and kiss him directly right then. ]

[Words are in the air now, rather the suggestion of using them. The mention of help earns another dry laugh. As a means to win perhaps, but it is a double sided sword seeing on a couple of words can act equally as effective on the speaker as the listener.]

We don't need the help.

[Shifting and rolling about this close proves plenty. Yet Allen can't dismiss the brash and somewhat audacious actions that put this game into play. His posture stiffens under another wiggle and better angle of her face.]

Unless we're feeling bold.

[He jokes leaning up and twisting his torso to place a kiss closer to her lips. The hand about her upper leg dips in seeking the inner part of her hip to run fingers across slow and brief.]

I won't be good at it, words, you know?

[ Considering who Allen spent a lot of time around as a child, she would have thought at one point he might have picked some up from him in that regard. After all, Cross was - from what she was told and had seen briefly - a womanizer and while those exact habits didn't rub off on Allen entirely, certainly other things could if it came down to it, right? ]

Isn't it too late to worry about feeling bold at this point?

[ There was a light, teasing tone to her voice along with an edge of mild amusement beneath it, yet it was the kiss and movement of his hand that caused another minute hitch in her breath. Her cheeks felt warm, and she felt in turn compelled to move as well, bringing her one hand she had on his knee up a little in turn.

Lenalee then took in his expression quietly before finally moving to shift that last bit more so she could be the one to place the most fleeting, but gentle kiss on his lips with a smile on her own when she drew away from it. ]

You'll never know until you try, Allen. I have complete faith in you.

[Points he had consciously picked up on where those he shouldn't do. Much as he hates to admit having learned anything from Cross, Allen did or had to learn on his own to survive. Picking up the card-shark habit wasn't a lesson dropped off by the general so much as a necessary one.

So he may have in an abstract manner picked up on some of Cross's less than wholesome talents. Namely how to treat a woman well. Course denial and a fair point as his natural state of being generous and giving would disagree.]

What happen to it's never too late?

[There isn't a way to backpedal out of this one and he's lost for a reason to stop. Lenalee isn't giving him one, good or otherwise, and having her responses all positive sets his chest and body to warmth. Dusted pink is evident after their kiss and a soft smile of someone lightheaded.]

Ah, in that case- you feel really nice sitting in my lap.

[Small steps before he blurts out something that strong. Stalling for words and wanting another kiss, he draws back in for a longer one then tilts back staring deep.] Your legs are nice, long, and -ah- soft. [A minor attempt to stir things hotter.]

[ It was likely because of Allen's strength, kind heart and drive that she found herself unconsciously drawn to. He wasn't anything like Cross or any guy she'd ever met, glad to have him in her life and here with her now.

She couldn't help the soft giggle in hearing that optimistic response, still thankful he's going along with this since she's really not sure she wanted to stop to begin with. There was noone here to voice any protests, and the sight of pink along his cheeks is quite encouraging in it's own right, really. ]

I think it's become non-existent here.

[ Once again he brings out that near-teasing side of her but it's not meant negatively, her attention completely on him and what he has to say since she'd managed to coax him to that point. When it comes, she's not at all disappointed with a smile still on her lips to prove it, though now the blush that colors her cheeks is a distinctively darker shade. Lenalee knew she probably could have commented back on that but left it be, seeing as then he'd moved in for another kiss and she's entirely alright with returning it.

It'd made her heart flutter in her chest, her deep violet hues locked with his much lighter ones as he pulled back from it. What came as slightly unexpected was the flattering compliments about her legs, causing her eyes to widen just a touch but she recovered after by drawing one of her legs up along the side of his in a subtle gesture and her smile back in place. Even if it was a little more sheepish than before. ]

Mm? I'm glad you think so.

[ She was not as innocent as some people thought she was, but nor was she anyone experienced with certain things. Not that it would stop her from trying. ]

You're the only one I'd want to touch them... your hands are warm and comforting. I like it when you touch me.

[ Oh god she'd just admitted that, hadn't she? Hopefully that wasn't too much or he couldn't see just how hard she was blushing right then. ]

It's all about the laps

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