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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Ah, and here I thought it had only to do with the fact that you were mostly attracted to how irritating I was.

[Her hips slowed until she was just sitting still over his lap. She smirked as she began to lean back, elbows resting against the table close behind her as she looked relaxed, casual.]

Oh, that's not what I'm mostly attracted to...

[He watched her lean back, felt the change in angle as she did and gave a small flex of himself inside her.]

It is worth a look or two, though.

It's a little too late for that...

[Considering the position they're in currently. She wiggled her hips at that sensation, squeezed back in retaliation with her muscles. It was a good angle to grind forward with, teasing a hand up her stomach to the curve of her breast pressed out from the low cut.]

Mm, it's never too late for that, love.

[His hand came up to rest over hers, making her squeeze her own breast as he felt his heart pounding in his chest. He adored that she could make him feel like he could be giddy. Like he didn't know what she'd do. He loved... well, he wasn't going to say what he loved because he'd have to look too closely at what that meant.]

You got what you want, right in your lap. What more could you want.

[Okay, a little public groping was safe with her. They were in a bar for Pete's sake. That was expected. Chloe almost wished they were upstairs in his loft, she wanted to feel his mouth on her breast, all over her naked skin. Getting naked right now was something she greatly desired and yet she didn't want to move, skin pricking with the need to breathe.

Head tipping back she watched him from under her lashes, fingers massaging and squeezing at her own breast, a moan trapped in her throat. Dammit. Sitting still now was no longer an option, and her hips began to rock again, pressing down.]

Wish we were upstairs...

That could be arranged, but...

[He felt her tight around him, pushing up with his ass to rock into her just a little harder, a little deeper at that angle with a muffled sigh.]

I think I like the idea of knowing that I'm having you in front of everyone else. Let's them know...

[Know what, exactly? That she was his? The Devil wasn't supposed to play favorites. And yet...]

[Chloe dug her nails into her own skin, the moan coming out then. Delicious tension, it ran up her spine and had her eyes finally closing out the moving lights over the ceiling above, closing him out as she knew he was watching her. The edge of the table bit in against her arm and she rocked again, more harshly.]

The point is so they don't know. What exactly are they supposed to know?

[Really, what was he hoping for?]

Maybe they will if I get you to make that sound you do when you get all riled up.

[Which was what he was going to aim for now. Lucifer had a goal. That goal was making at least their close audience know what was happening. Hers would likely be to counter it. This was going to be fun.]

What sound would that be?

[Countering it would be the plan. She had come in here hoping - hoping - for something that worked with great discretion but boy was she going to end up having to work for it, especially with him. Dammit. This was not going to be fun, maybe the end result would be pleasing.

Chloe leaned forward again, exhale shaky at the sensation of him shifting inside. Her hope was to capture his mouth and work on keeping the both of them quiet by kissing him slowly but greedily.]

That one that's almost like a moan, but with a sweet little sigh in the middle, like you're being caught by surprise by your own pleasure. It's quite a lovely sound. It's one I strive to get you to make.

[Anything else he might say was lost to the feel of her lips on his, his arm going around her, his other hand almost leaving its duty before he remembered himself.]

I love the idea of commando under a skirt, but perhaps next time you could try it with one of those looser material ones. The swishy ones. Less likely to ruck up.

Who said anything about a 'next time'?

[Trusting that he had things under control back there with her skirt, she pressed closer, nipped at the edge of his lip. She wasn't going to give that little moan just yet, not wanting to give him everything he wanted too soon. Instead she lifted her hips and dropped them back down, slowly, breath catching against his mouth.

Chloe could imagine this as the time when she'd taken him for a ride on his couch upstairs, no one else around. She could pretend it was just them, tune everyone out. But when there was the sound of voices practically next to their booth, she turned her face from his to look, distracted.]

[He felt her move, smelled her all around him, knew she was teasing him as much as herself at this point. He licked into the kiss, tasting her until she got distracted and turned her head. He moved to drag his lips up to her ear, taking the lobe between his teeth gently before letting it slide free.]

Please?

[In answer to the 'next time', though really, at this point, it could be in relation to anything.]

[Whoever she was distracted by, looking at them, they got a good look of the arousal on her face when she felt his teeth tease her ear and felt his voice speaking low into the shell. She didn't think the warm breath would tickle, body tensing as she shivered. Chloe had to turn her face away, burying it against his jaw, moaning. Her hips instinctively moved again, rocking into his.]

We're being watched...

[That was a bad thing. Their cover was blown.]

Think they're enjoying the show?

[He gave another flex of his cock inside her, wanting to make her forget that scrutiny for a moment. He wanted her attention on him, on them. He certainly didn't want her to get cold feet, because he also wanted this to be something she felt she could do again. Why? Because it was bloody hot.]

Reeeeally don't want to think about that right now...

[Her attention was on him (how could it go anywhere else with him buried so nicely), but it was hard to focus solely on him when she knew there was another set of eyes watching from the booth over. God, what if they came over and tried to get in on the action? In the middle of the club? Not something Chloe wanted to think about, and yet knowing they had a small audience was somewhat both embarrassing and a bit of a turn on.

She moved harder over him in retaliation, lifting up and sinking back down, prompting that sound he'd been hoping for to be uttered near his ear.]

[While he was usually a 'the more, the merrier' type, he'd find out very quickly that when it came to Chloe, the opposite was true. If the other booth came over, they'd be politely declined and sent on their way. If they ignored it... well. He wasn't above breaking hands that touched what was his. Maze would deal with the fallout.

For their sake it was probably best if they just... stayed over there.

Then thought just sort of melted away when he heard that little gasp, teeth catching at her neck to nip her as he lifted up with a quick snap of his hips.]

Again.

[They were smart, they preferred to stay off to the side and watch, be dirty little voyeurs. They didn't know that she was riding the lap of the club owner himself but it was obvious that there was something going on over there with how closely they were pressed.

—again?

He moved too quick, so suddenly, that she couldn't stop that little moaning gasp from coming out a second time. Her head fell back and a hand went to grip at the back edge of the booth, hips not stopping. Whatever worries she had about them being watched were gone. As long as he kept up the nipping and hip snapping, she wouldn't find herself distracted a second time.]

[Well, if that was the key to keeping her happy and distracted, he would happily use it. He paired the sharp lifts with a flexing of himself to throb inside her, teeth sliding up and down long her neck as the hand not barely monitoring her skirt came around to knead at her breast. He loved her breasts. Truthfully, he loved all of her, but he hadn't quite come to that mental conclusion yet. He just knew that there wasn't a spot on her he didn't want to touch, to put his mouth on, to worship and make his completely.]

[His name came out on a gasp as her head fell forward again, her hand coming up to cover his, their faces brought close. She wanted his mouth on her breast, wanted to feel his teeth biting at her nipple. These were things they couldn't have while they were in the position that they were in and Chloe shakily moaned her disappointment, kneading her hand over his.]

This— this really limits things, just so you know...

And yet it adds such a lovely spice, don't you think? Don't worry, love. I'll make sure all those things you're limited to get done when we go upstairs. You only have to ask.

[As soon as this was done, he'd be chasing her up the stairs to the elevator -- you see if he didn't.]

I just want your mouth on my breast, Lucifer—

[And it frustrated her that that would involve exposing her. What better way to express that frustration than by quickening her hips, movements growing harsher. Discretion be damned. He was promising her things, he was promising that they'd be moving upstairs for more; there was desperation licking close, at this point she would do anything to get them off and get them moving.]

I'm not against that idea at all...

[He let out a shuddering sigh, mouth moving to her neck to leave a mark that she'd have to stutter out an explanation for later at work. Not that he cared. The more people that knew that she was occupied, the better, in his mind.]

Is that the only place you want my mouth?

[He might be sorely disappointed— there was such a thing as make up, she could do a quick and light application and no one would know. Just the two of them. She did, however, tense up on a low moan when his mouth sucked at her, fingers in his hair to hold him there. Too lost to care right then.]

No, at my hip... the back of my neck... inside of...thigh...

[Keep that up and she wouldn't be able to fully concentrate on properly answering.]

Shall we play a game when we get to my quarters of 'how many marks can I leave on the Detective'? I like that game.

[His hand was gripping her skirt to keep it down, hips rocking more quickly to match her pace as he bit up along her jaw, nipped her chin before pulling on her lip with a light bite.]

Sure—

[Her voice stuttered through the word as his hips moved up against her. Did she even know what she was agreeing to? The bite pulled another low sound from her and she reached down to wrap one lapel of his jacket in her grasp. She went suddenly tight and had to turn her face away, hiding it against the crook of his neck.]

I'm close— too close—

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omfg that expression

So many faces

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