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 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?

[What a hustler! So cocky, manhandling a cop. Good thing he wasn't so pushy to make her trip while wearing those heels. Chloe laughed out as she was practically herded toward the elevator. The sight of the club owner getting real close to a pretty blonde thing, there was the envy, the jealousy, the crushed hopes and the yearning. They went ignored by her as she peered back over her shoulder at him.]

Punish me? For what? Giving you a show of what you wanted?

For making me want more. For making me always want more of you.

[They reached the elevator and he pinned her up against it, not bothering to hit the call button yet as his mouth moved to her neck, pressing her front up against the doors while his hand moved to slip under her skirt and grab her ass. His fingers drifted between her legs, teasing a touch over wet skin.]

[They'd already gotten around to doing the deed where anyone could see, this would be no different. The ghosting of his fingers elicited a moan from deep in her throat, the metal door cool against her through the thin shirt, and she reached back to grab at his arm, hips arching to press into his. ]

It doesn't take much, does it.

Would you prefer if it did?

[He slid his hand forward, feeling warm, swollen skin, slick with her wetness as he parted those folds with a finger, teasing it up around her clit.]

Would you want me to not want you?

[He was teasing her, on purpose, mercilessly. Chloe rocked her hips against his fingers, trembling at how sensitive she still was. A hand slid down her front to reach under her skirt, feeling for him, and possibly to tease at herself while they were at it.]

I don't think you can manage that for long even if you tried.

I might, if you didn't come and twitch your tail at me now and then. Which I'm certainly not complaining about.

[He felt her fingers slide over his, not stopping with his own teasing as his mouth dropped down to nip at her neck. He still hadn't pressed the call button for the elevator and there was a very real desire to undo his pants and just take her there, slide back into her like it was where he belonged.]

Are you sure? Sounds like complaining to me.

[She felt like was lacking something, something that could fill the void he'd left her with when she'd stood off of him. Chloe bucked back to grind her ass against the front of his hips, purposefully rocking against the hard arousal she could feel. She was in half a mind to fumble for the call button herself, half needy to reach back and get his pants undone so something could happen beside him teasing and teasing.

Which, on days like today, frustrated her to no end.]

Maybe you need to have your hearing checked.

[Said with his mouth dragging along her neck, nipping up to her ear as his fingers continued to tease at her clit. She pressed back against him and he groaned, rutting forward as he let his teeth graze at her ear.]

Tell me, Detective; does this feel like a gun in my pocket, or do you think I'm just happy to see you?

[If he kept that up, she was going to come undone sooner than she would've liked. A good reason to continue rocking back into him, to try and ease the teasing pressure and strokes of his fingers.]

Hard to say...

[And now she was reaching for the call button, fumbling for it with one hand while the other reached back to begin undoing the button of his pants.]

I'll give you a hint; there's a place for it where it fits perfectly.

[He was rocking at a steady pace against her now, fingers flicking quickly over her clit before he let them slide a little further back to dip into her, then back to torment her. He smiled as he felt her pushing for the elevator, gave her a soft moan as her hand touched his crotch. He still had one free, but he knew the doors would ping open shortly and needed it to keep them from tipping forward too much.]

No, there's three places-

[No one would hear the loud, sharp moan that came out of her then, head dropping back against his shoulder as he dipped in briefly. Almost like he was getting his feet wet. His fingers dragged at the wetness between her legs to her clit and it was sad to say that she was teetering dangerously into spiraling into a second release with how quick his fingers worked, body drawing in tightly, tensing.

Thank goodness for the elevator dinging, the doors parting. It was a good distraction.]

[Not much of one. With the mention of the number of places he could have her and the doors pinging open, his free arm wrapped around her waist and he lifted her, walking into the lift and pressing her up against the far wall in three steps. He had enough sense to hit the button for the penthouse, then he was back to losing himself in her scent and the way she tasted, the little sounds she made when he pushed her just that much over her limit.]

Perhaps I'll have all three tonight...

[Maybe not for him but it was enough for her to break out of the moment. To be pulled back before she fell in too far.[]

Only if you play nice...

[Her hand moved back to the front of his pants, feeling for the fly. It was tugged on and with how much she wiggled, hopefully he got the hint that she wanted to turn around, twisting her upper torso to drag her lips over his cheek and ear, what she could reach.]

[He let out a soft growl, knowing what she wanted but having that desire of his own to press her to the wall and take her then and there. Still, he managed to pull his hand free from her, to reach for her shoulder and twist her around, let her face him before he pressed himself against the front of her and gave her no room to move.]

How about if I'm a little naughty?

Depends on your definition of naughty.

[What Chloe wanted was to get turned around so she could drop to her knees and take him into her mouth. One of the three places she'd said he could fit. Now with the way he pinned her, it was almost impossible to move. Still, she tried, attempting a little bit of squirming. There was enough room to get her hands between them, pushing open his pants, hands slender enough to push in and touch him again.]

Move back.

[He, of course, couldn't read her mind and only knew that he wasn't anywhere near done with her and didn't want to step back. Didn't want to stop touching her, sucking on her lower lip before letting it go to shake his head.]

I'd rather not. You feel sinfully tempting, Detective. I'd like to fit back into you right now... but I think we may just miss our floor if I do.

There's a lot of floors, I doubt we'd miss it.

[One hand pressed against his shaft, skin on skin. What an awkward angle it was with how he didn't want to allow her any freedom to move. Her other moved enough to grasp the edge of her skirt, hiking up one side.

Permission granted? Agreement?]

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