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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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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—

Not close enough. Come, love. Tip over that edge for me so I can take you somewhere proper and hear you scream my name.

[She could fight it, she could try to drag it out just a little while longer, but it was that promise of getting out of the busy club so he could get his mouth on her properly that helped tip her over that edge.

Chloe felt her body bear down suddenly only to feel herself soaring with the rush of pleasure as she gripped him tightly. She pressed close, legs squeezing at his sides, holding on while she shuddered through her release, quiet sounds muffled against him.

God, that wasn't fair.]

[He smiled against her skin, teeth flashing against the softness of her throat as he felt her clench around him, knew she'd lost that battle she'd been warring to try to get him to fall first. He'd taken the long fall once already. He had a little more ability to hold on when he wanted to than most. He kissed her, let the stubble on his face leave red marks against her skin as he brushed his cheek over her, moved to look her in the face.]

For future reference? Anytime you want to surprise me like this, consider me on board.

[A moan was huffed out, wiggling over him when his stubble scratched along her jaw and cheek. She sagged gradually into him as she fought to get her breaths back under control, head tipping back to look at him. No, it really wasn't fair. He was still hard as ever inside of her, any little shift from either of them sending a warm tingle of aftershocks low between her legs. A pleasant sensation.]

I'll make sure to think of something else. Unless you have any requests.

Many, but letting you know my favorites would spoil the surprise, wouldn't it? I'd rather see what you come up with all on your own.

[She moved a little and he sighed, flexing himself inside her if only because he loved the reaction it got from her. Post-orgasm Chloe was a very sensitive Chloe, and he was curious how they were going to get all the way upstairs without anyone seeing either his cock, which was going to be a task in itself when she got up, or flashes of her ass -- or more. He had a thought of letting her get up the stairs high enough above him that he could drop down and just bury his face in her ass, lap against juices he knew would be pooled in her folds. He let out a happy little hum at that.]

And if you don't like whatever I scheme up? It'll be a waste.

[Very sensitive, indeed. Finally she straightened away from him and tucked her hair behind an ear. The club was still just as busy as when she'd come in, a glance around over her shoulder showing her more than she needed to know. Dammit, how oh how were they going to get upstairs?

It wasn't like Chloe was going to let him carry her up. He'd done that once, never again.

That little sound he made pulled her attention back to him, brows knitting. He had to be thinking about something...]

...what? Why are you making that sound?

[If the club were clear, he'd just stand up with them still attached and bounce-fuck her all the way up to the elevator, where he'd continue to screw her against the wall until they got to his suite, which would then lead to more sex over the nearest soft place he could lay her on. But, he had a feeling even suggesting that might cut his very favorably looking evening short, so he didn't bother bringing it up.

The look on her face when she asked him that had him grinning.]

What sound? You mean the sound of arousal at the thought of how much I'd like to bury my face between your legs right now? That I could sneak a peek while you go up ahead of me on the stairs? That sound?

My skirt's short but not that short...

[But yes, Lucifer, that sound. That exact sound. Chloe on the other hand bites it back, but her body does a wonderful job on betraying what she thinks and how she feels about that -- squeezing around him, stomach almost bottoming out. Don't tempt her to let fantasy become reality.

Idly her hands fix at the front of his jacket, with his collar. She would love all of what he'd just said.]

We need to figure out, first, how to get out of this booth.

[Such as her beginning to lift her hips, as much as she doesn't want to because having him filling her is so nice right now. Thick and hard, flexing on and off...]

It would be if I bunched it up. That's the joy of skirts, love.

[He watched her, eyes on her hands as she fiddled with his jacket, felt her still tight and warm around him, his own hand lifting to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.]

There's the rub, mm? As soon as you get up, there's a rather prominent part that'll be displayed -- unless you think you can tuck it away quickly. Though, I'll admit, I'm a little afraid of you closing the zip on me. Being as it's you, it's likely to hurt and might cause me a bit of a problem. I rather like that part, thank you. I think you do as well, cheeky minx that you are.

I won't lie, I do like that part of you. I like it a lot.

[Too much for her own good, perhaps. Lucifer had a point, they might not be able to get him tucked in quick enough, but they could try. They could make it a team effort.]

Also, it's pretty dim in here. I don't think anyone's going to be seeing the goods, unless having them out in the open is something you do want.

[Halfway up so far is what she had lifted herself to. The desire to slide back down and ride him all over again was calling to her.]

I don't have a problem with anyone seeing what they're missing. However, it would certainly point out that something's been occurring over here, which I thought you were trying to avoid-- Detective, if you keep that up, I'm going to pull you back down and give you another good shag.

[His eyes slipped pointedly down to where he could see the bottom inch or so of his cock, glistening from her wetness, tongue coming out to dart over his lips.]

And another. And another still. Bloody hell, you drive me to the edge of myself sometimes.

No one will know. I'll make sure of it.

[Oh, what was that? Did he mean this...? This being her hips sinking back down, rolling forward in a single, slow motion. She liked the idea of being screwed again and again. And she loved that she was driving him to the edge. Not the edge of a release but the edge of where he might lose himself, testing his willpower.]

[He let out a low groan, hand moving to the back of her neck to pull her in, to steal a biting kiss even as he gave a rapid few shallow thrusts up into her.]

I'm not certain you can make that promise, Detective.

[He caught her by surprise with the movements, moan gasping and broken against his lips, caught low between them. It would be so easy to give in and let another round take place right where they were. Too easy.]

Not- not if you keep that up...!

[Shit, if she didn't move now then they weren't going upstairs any time soon. Chloe pushed up onto her knees, hand at his shoulder for balance. The slide of his cock along the inside of her left her suppressing a shudder. But she was damned determined, leaning up until just the head of him was snug within.]

I don't care what you say, we're moving. Now.

[It was incredibly erotic to see her kneeling up over him, feeling the head of himself inside her, seeing the wet skin leading up between her legs and knowing that anyone glimpsing over would get more than a little show. He was so very tempted to pull her back down, to lift her shirt up and bury his face in her breasts, press her back over that table and screw her senseless.

She made him want to give in to all those base urges he had, wanted to indulge in excess with her.]

It's up well on its own, my dear. Thanks to you. I do like when you get bossy. Have I told you that before?

Yes. More than once. I'm serious, Lucifer. Pack it in.

[Chloe Decker wasn't fooling around. She meant business. It came in the form of her lifting off of him all the way, his cock wet with her as it dropped against his lower stomach. He could deal with it and getting it put away temporarily. Her hands moved to fix her skirt as she moved off from his lap, twisting to sit next to him and reach for her drink -- almost like nothing had happened.

This detective was so serious that she began to slide out of the booth, hair thrown over her shoulder as she gave him a look over it ... and began to move through the crowds for the stairs that would take her to the elevator.]

[There was that impish desire to just... let it lay as it was and stroll upstairs after her with his cock out, jutted, and wet from her, almost as a proclamation of sorts. But he had a feeling how well that would go over and with a regretful sigh, he buttoned himself up, leaving the zip undone as he moved to stand, jacket buttoning over it to cover the rest of his disarray. Well, for the most part. The couple next to them who'd enjoyed the show let their eyes linger over Chloe's retreating form, then moved back to him with an almost hopeful air, as if they were just waiting for the offer to join.]

Sorry. Afraid she's a bit shy in front of company. Usually, anyway. But feel free to enjoy yourselves down here as you will.

[He gave them a wink, then headed off after his Detective, blood definitely up after that little appetizer.]

[It was a good thing she couldn't hear what he was saying to their little audience, too far ahead already. She could feel the wetness between her legs as she walked, hoping to get out of the busy main level and into the elevator as quickly as possible, especially when the brushes at her waist started or the touches further down from the more brazen against her ass, to which she moved in a way that would get their hands slipping out of reach and get them an amused smile from her.

A glance was thrown over her shoulder to see how far behind Lucifer was, already beginning to climb the stairs.]

[He felt a mix of amusement and annoyance at those drifting hands. Amusement as always because she drew people to her, drew the eye, drew hands, made people want her with little effort on her part, especially when she didn't want it. The more mussed and aroused she looked, the more people wanted to be a part of it. He didn't think she realized that half of the looks they got when they were together were because of her. Annoyed because he still hadn't rationalized the fact he could and did feel jealous over her and he had an urge to smack those wandering hands away. She was his and he, oddly, didn't want to share her.

When she looked back, he was paused at the bottom of the stairs, eyes fixed at her backside to see what he'd fantasized about earlier.]

[Seeing him there, paused at the foot of the stairs, Chloe smirked. Of course he'd wait to see. Fine. Her fingers tugged at the hem, lifting it up just an extra inch. That should be enough, any higher and she might as well not even be wearing the damned skirt. Catching his reaction she then continued on her way, ass arched back naturally to give him that little peek he was craving so much.]

[He let out a sigh, something that was filled with so much yearning and pleasure, it was almost a tangible thing. His eyes saw the curve of the underside of her ass and the slight smudge of wetness against her inner thigh before she lifted it to step up. Then he saw her sex, the pair of lips pressed together that he very much wanted to bury his face in and he felt his cock twitch with interest in his pants. He took the stairs two at a time until he reached her, pressing up against her back as he hustled her in through the door towards the elevator.]

Teasing little minx. Perhaps I should punish you for that, mm?

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