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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[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.

[Another day, another time, he'd explain that it wasn't hypnotizing and he couldn't just make someone do something, but that was a far off concern when he felt her hips shift a little, making his breath catch before he let it out on a soft exhale blended in with her name.]

Danger is fun, darling. I could close it and kick everyone out, if you like.

That would involve you standing up and leaving me, let's not. [Then she added on a hushed note, rocking her hips again.] I― I like you right where you are. So don't even think about it.

[Slow and subtle, that was what this was all about. Not drawing attention to themselves and their little corner. She wasn't so confident on that part, most of the time being as she could get vocal, but this was good practice for discretion. And they weren't starting off on a simple handjob under the table either.

Chloe rocked real nice and slow, grinding her hips forward into his, never lifting. She felt an urgency deep inside to lift up and drop down, but this was also fine, toes curling in her heels as she released his collars to move her hand to the back of his neck. Her moan was like an unsteady sigh, eyes hooded and watching him.]

Fair enough.

[Easily agreed to, since the idea of leaving her at the moment was the literal last thing he wanted to contemplate. In fact, if he could stay just as he was for the rest of eternity, he'd consider himself happy.

The fact that she was moving so slowly, barely shifting on him was just a sweet sort of torture that he would gladly endure time and time again.]

Anything in particular set you in this mood? Just so I know what to do for a repeat performance...

Not really. I guess I was just feeling a little bolder than usual and remembered what we had talked about. You know...

[She trailed off on another low sound, satisfied with how the sensations made her warm and tingly, made her want to be even closer to him. Which was impossible as she was as close as she could get to him now.]

On your piano... On one of the bar tables... Bent over your bar... Or just somewhere where we might get caught. Didn't you say it's all fun and adventure that way?

[Chloe rocked a little harder and bit her lip to keep quiet, head tipping back as the pleasure was quick to heat under her skin and flit across her face, body pulsing.]

Mm, yes. We had. And yes, it is.

[She came down on him with a little more force and he repaid her efforts by lifting up just a little bit more off the bench, rocking up into her with a shuddering sigh.]

I just never thought you'd actually go for it. I think I like being proven wrong in this instance.

[Both hands grasped over his shoulders and her own hunched upward with that push, body curling forward. That felt too good that Chloe had to bite back the cry, face nuzzling against his cheek. At least her whimper broke through to tell him how much she had enjoyed that.]

Surprise..?

The best kind. I wouldn't have though you'd have it in you.

[He turned his head to kiss alongside her cheek, nuzzling her and moving his lips down to hers.]</small You feel wonderful. I advocate public surprises every day.

Maybe you should have a little more faith in me.

[She wanted to sink her mouth onto his, kissing him slowly, deeply, hands holding his jaw to keep him close.]

I feel wonderful? You're the one who feels amazing right now.

[His lips were on hers, that one hand trying to keep her skirt down while the other slid up to the back of her neck, holding her there as he worked on slowly devouring her mouth.]

You might be right, Detective. I should have complete and utter faith in your ability to surprise me with public sex.

I mean being able to surprise you at all.

[Thank goodness he was still thinking about trying to keep her covered. Chloe rocked a little harder, breath catching against his mouth, pleased by the grip he had on the back of her neck. There was a beat in the music that seemed to be working on the crowd, one she began to follow along to with her hips, something a little faster now.]

I'm not omnipotent. I can't know what you're going to do until you do it. And for the record? You constantly surprise me. It's part of what makes you so alluring.

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