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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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.]

I see things very clearly at the moment.

[Though, what he saw was an aroused Detective on his lap, all but grinding against him before she decided that he needed to join her in a semblance of undress. He felt his pants tugged open, making no move to stop her as his mouth instead kissed invisible marks into her skin, little claims of ownership that he was unaware of.

Then her hand slid into his pants and he let out a soft moan, fingers sliding under the hem of her shirt to play lightly just along the crack of her ass, drifting down to hotter skin as he felt himself throb against those teasing fingers of hers.]

I take it you'd like me not to draw attention to the fact that your hands are in my pants?

That would be appreciated. I'd rather avoid any unnecessary attention.

[But how they were going to get the ball rolling without really making a scene or making it obvious, that was another story. If she kept herself tucked in close then no one should be able to see that she was already in the process of easing him out of his pants, both hands wrapping in time to feel the way he throbbed.

Oh, he was hard, boy was he ever

Chloe shied her hips forward on a sharp inhale, each little mark he kissed passing right through her. The touch he teased between her legs brought her focus right to it and she squeezed what she held. She couldn't believe she was even considering this but right now, she wanted him, and it was a daring move on her part.]

Let's try to make this as inconspicuous as ever.

[He drew back from kissing over her, eyes on her face as he felt his breath catch in his throat. Was she going to-- well. It seemed she was. If possible, he felt himself throb harder, her hand around him like a promise of things to come and he let out a soft little groan, leaning in to flick his tongue over her lips.]

I'm not certainly I can promise anything. I tend to lose myself with you and I'll admit, I'm incredibly turned on by the fact you want to do this here. Now. Rather brazen, Detective. I love it.

I can tell. [And really, it wasn't exactly a bad thing. She'd already gotten him out, was stroking him with slow passes of both her hands. Her tongue came out to brush against his, leaning in for a full kiss.] Though I'm a little worried about how we're going to do this. I've never done this so out in the open, I...don't even think it's going to work since the point is to make it seem like we're just sitting here and making out like that couple over there...

[Not on the verge of filling herself up with his cock.

Chloe shifted forward on her knees, hips lowering to get him in under her skirt. The other tricky part was sitting on him and not having her skirt push up over her ass. Keeping that in place could be his job.]

[He loved... well, everything about her. He loved her mouth; the way it curved when she smiled and thought wicked thought, the way it stretched wide when she took his cock into it, the way she laughed and the sounds she made when he filled her. He loved her hands; how they always touched him with a sort of yearning he felt himself, how they gripped him with firm strokes, how they guided him into her, how her nails dug into skin and left marks on him, made him bleed sometimes in a way that still fascinated him. He loved her eyes and the way they saw everything, saw him and wanted him for him and not for any innate ability he had. She made him weak and yet infinitely invulnerable all at the same time and he couldn't get enough of it.]

I couldn't care less what anyone else thought, or how it looked. We can leave, if you wish, though I admit this is... incredibly distracting. And intoxicating... Frankly, the thought of not being inside you in the next moment makes me want to break something.

[Really, it was a good thing she had picked the more darker corner of Lux for this, surprised it hadn't been taken over when she showed up to claim it. For a moment Chloe wanted to tune everyone and everything out, focus everything on Lucifer and how she felt like the space between them was burning up already with but a few petting strokes and kisses. His words, his need and his impatience, it all made her ache and she rested her brow against his, breath catching softly.]

Okay... Okay.

[The first blind attempt to get him in position failed, bumping him against swollen, sensitive nerves that made her whimper and jump. The second try was more successful, her hips nudging down over his head on a sound that was satisfied and relieved, broken almost as he went in.

God did she ever love that feeling, the one of him stretching her out as he filled her, the way he would watch her so intensely, his grip on her hips, how he would fight to keep from driving himself home into her. And the sounds she could coax out of him were another major turn on, his vulnerability shining through the longer their connection lasted.]

Everyone is going to think they can get away with screwing the club owner if they catch on to us.

Everyone can sod off.

[Growled against her lips, the hand not trying valiantly to keep her skirt in place finding the gap between skirt and shirt and sliding up under it, drifting up over her back and pulling her down more solidly against him. Every time was such a rush, such a new batch of sensations for him to process. It wasn't as if he didn't enjoy sex with others, but due to her ability to cause him pain, to make him feel things more, sex with her was... well, it was just better. It felt like he was touching a live wire every time his body was consumed by hers.

If he'd known this waited for him, he'dve left Hell a lot sooner.]

[She could only respond on a sharp moan half sounded out into his mouth, a hand twisting in the collars of both his shirt and jacket as her body pressed flush to his. His name was breathed out in warning as her hips sat directly over his, body seating itself at his urgency. He was so greedy, but Chloe liked it when he got that way, when his hands grabbed at her, and when his tone turned into low growls.]

You need them. They generate your income― I really don't want to move...

[It was like one little move might set everything off, and she was already turned on enough as it was, breathless and squeezing around him, the high already beginning. For him it was like a live wire, but for her it was a heat that made her near delirious with need.]

Money's never been my concern.

[Bloody hell, she was tight and wet and hot around him and he could feel an aching tingle starting in his balls, his thighs trembling with the desire to move, to lift up into her. He wanted to push the glass off the table in front of them and lay her on it, throw her leg over his shoulder and show her what he wanted. Give her what she wanted. Make her crave him like he seemed to crave her.]

Moving's the fun part, love.

No, you could probably eye-hypnotise any bank teller and get your money that way.

[Chloe shook her head and glanced from the corner of her eye to the occupants of the club as they mingled about, paying them in their little corner no attention. She bit her lip and after a few moments of hesitation, her hips tested him on a slow, subtle rocking. It was too good to pass up, especially when he was absolutely wonderful sitting so snug inside, his pulse from deep within a second out of sync with her own.]

Moving is the dangerous part. I really start moving and our cover is blown. But you feel so good, I can't help it.

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