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 hoisted her up, lifting her so her hips were level with his, mouth hungry on her throat as he nipped marks that all but wrote out 'Lucifer was here'.]

You have a way of clouding my senses. I think I'd miss an earthquake if I were busy with you.

We wouldn't want that...

[Her legs had wrapped around his waist, the skirt hiking right up to her hips. The wall was a great support for her to lean back into as she worked him out of his underwear and tried for an angle that could get him right into position, breath quickening under those teasing nips.]

[Her hand was quick and nimble, having him out of his trousers and underwear almost as quickly as he could have done, moving him so that he felt the heat of her against the head of him again, that siren lure of being inside her too strong for him to resist. There was another nip upward, tongue licking over her chin before he fused his lips to hers, thrusting into her with a quick rock forward, a groan muffled against her mouth as he felt the welcoming heat that he could slay a thousand armies for.]

[When she wanted something, something badly, she could be quick about getting it. Depending on how accessible it was. He was right where she wanted him to be and with that thrust suddenly rocking into her, Chloe sucked in on a sharp breath under his mouth. Her hands gripped at his shoulders as she felt her body get reacquainted with him and then relaxed, a sigh of contentment slipping free.

It didn't matter how little time had passed, having him back inside, it was a feeling she would never tire of. Would always want.]

I think my own personal Heaven involves being inside you for the rest of existence.

[Murmured against her throat, his exhale shaky as he felt the heat of her wrapped around him again. Anything involving Lucifer and Heaven would involve sex, but he'd found that sex with Chloe was... different. More. Always more with her. More intense. More primal. He could almost understand what humans felt when they paired. It was addictive.]

Better enjoy it while you can, I'm not getting any younger.

[They stayed like that for a few more moments, Chloe's fingers sliding up into his hair, stroking along his scalp to keep him close. She shifted against the wall, against him, another sighing moan filling the air. Even as they were now, she wouldn't mind it. He didn't need to move to make her feel good.]

[That, of course, had the effect of having the thought of her not being there any longer flickering through him. No Chloe to laugh with him, to judge him with those slitted eyes, to crawl over him and make him hers. He didn't like the sound of that at all, his arm tightening around her in response as he gave a hard, solid thrust. As if he could somehow keep her pinned in time just by staying with her.]

You're not going anywhere...

[Her head tipped back against the wall as she cried out, the movement abrupt and jolting her with pleasure in his hold. She curled her fingers in his hair, grasped as if to hold on. Chloe was unaware of the double meaning behind her words; all she knew was the way her body went tight and her legs squeezed at his sides.]

I don't plan on it.

[Not tonight anyway.]

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[There was a soft ping as the elevator chimed their arrival and he groaned, looking over as the doors opened.]

Think you can hold on while I get us to the outside wall there?

You're asking?

[She assumed he would just go, no questions asked. What a disappointment it had been when the elevator sounded at arriving to his floor. Her body was still reeling from moments ago; she nudged her hips to his, leaning in to nip at his ear.]

Look, love -- balls deep is not the time I want to find out that you've some latent issue with control.

[But he was taking that incredulity as consent, moving out of the elevator and grunting as it tried to close when he was only partway through. His arm pushed it open and he stepped through, turning to prop her up against the all along it.]

This isn't your first time being balls deep inside me, Lucifer.

[Please. Don't be like that. The support of the wall was back again. Chloe leaned into it, shoulders pressing, hips rocking.]

[No, it wasn't, and it was something he was becoming almost smug about. He pressed her to the wall and gave a sharp snap of his hips, rocking her upward as he nipped at her throat.]

Still, you think I want it to end any time soon?

[Again her head tipped against the wall, her moan guttural, giving him more skin to devour. It left the gaping collar and cleavage as open as ever for him to really get into. There was no one here but them, she could be as vocal as she wanted, get as naked as she wanted.]

No, and don't stop.

[Ever.]

Edited 2016-06-09 22:06 (UTC)

[He could free a hand with her pinned to the wall like that, free both of them for a moment, actually, and he did, using that time to tug at her shirt, pulling it down over her shoulder. With her skirt rucked up like it was and him seemingly trying to pull her shirt down, she was going to wind up with her clothes bunched up around her middle while he nibbled at her from both ends.]

I don't plan on it.

Good, that's what I like to hear.

[Since he was trying to get her undressed, it wasn't exactly fair. He was still wearing his suit, and as good as he looked in it, getting the jacket off was a thing in the moment for her. Her hands moved to begin pushing it back off his shoulders.]

Off. You're too overdressed.

Am I?

[More of an attempt at a tease, but as he was distracted by how much he wanted to touch naked skin to naked skin, it came out with less flair than usual. Instead, he was busy tugging his jacket off, fingers moving to the buttons on his shirt as expensive fabric hit the floor.]

Yes, you are.

[They should've done this prior to getting him fitted inside of her, it would've gone a lot smoother. Now they had to deal with her legs around his waist and his shirt tucked still in his pants. Expensive clothing be damned, Chloe knew his annoyance would be short-lived. She grabbed at the sides of his shirt and gave a hefty yank, freeing it from his pants. And while he worked on the top buttons, her fingers moved over the bottom ones.

Lucifer wasn't the only one who wanted naked skin on skin contact.]

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[Funny... the more urgently she tugged at him, the more it made him want to respond in kind. As if he couldn't live another moment without the feel of her against him. He followed suit, pulling the shirt on either side to send buttons flying, then letting it drop as he leaned in to claim her lips, feeling the mess of her clothes bunched up between them as he gave another hard thrust.]

Yours aren't working so well. I'm not the only one who needs to get it all off, love.

Lucifer— [Gasped into his mouth as his hips pushed her up along the wall, her nails digging into his upper arms.

Her clothes? Was that what he was talking about? Chloe couldn't quite pick up on it, the hot sensation he left behind leaving her lost for a second.]

What?

Clothes, Detective. Get them off so I can have my wicked, wicked way with you.

[It was actually a bit of an ego boost that she'd lost track of the conversation as such. Nice to know he wasn't the only one that got a little in over their head when the two of them came together.]

Right—

[Clothes, they needed to get off. Her hands went to work then, grasping at her top, tugging what she could out of the skirt bunched at her waist before he could continue falling into a rhythm that would make it otherwise impossible.]

[She was going to have to work faster than that. His body craved the feel of hers, already gliding out of her so he could slip back in with a stuttered sigh.]

I'm going to wind up ruining them. And then you'll yell.

[He was expecting too much out of her if he hoped to get her naked while doing that. Feeling the entire length of him slip free and slide back in to fill her, a delicious tension curled up her spine. Her breath shuddered loudly in response to his sigh, fingers tugging harder, annoyed that he wouldn't wait. Up over her head the shirt went, nipples peaking from the cool air as she wore nothing underneath.]

I'm going to yell anyway.

[But a good yelling.]

It's all about the tone, love.

[As soon as her breasts were bared, he moved his head down to latch his mouth to one of them, tongue and teeth working to torment one of her nipples as he gave another rolling slide of his body into hers. She felt... amazing. Like nothing he wanted to stop doing. If he could keep himself wrapped up in a cloud of Chloe for the rest of eternity, he'd be a happy man. Demon. Angel. Whatever.]

Yell away.

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