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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[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.]

Edited 2016-06-08 23:59 (UTC)

[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.]

Edited 2016-06-10 19:18 (UTC)

[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.

[It wasn't quite a yell but the sound that slid free past gaping lips carried in the suite, loud, stuttering. Her back came off the wall, legs squeezing at his sides and her fingers gripping just at the base of his skull, tight in dark strands. Chloe was pleasantly pinned underneath mouth and hips, captured by how he moved and such sweet torture. If he thought he could wrap himself in her, she was the one wrapping herself around him, hot and pulsing, feeling and smelling nothing but him.]

[She tasted like she should be edible, his mouth licking trails over her, tasting salt and perfume and under all that, her. He nipped his way to her other breast, tongue it before he sucked at it, fitting as much of her breast in his greedy mouth as he could, giving a harder, faster snap of his body into hers.]

[Her moan broke on a loud sob and her hands held him to her breast, body moved along the wall with the hard rhythm now coming into play. She could already feel herself beginning to come apart, fraying at the edges, his greed and hunger for more her near undoing.]

Not yet-

[As much as she wanted nothing more than to chase the heat consuming her whole, to give in, Chloe wanted this to never be over.]

But I want to feel you. I love it when you come. I want to overload you on orgasms. Consider it payment for stepping outside that pretty little box of comfort.

[He didn't stop, not yet, body moving faster still, stubble rasping on the top of her breast as he panted against her skin.]

Don't overload me too much-

[And she then broke off on a string of sharply moaned cursing, the burn rushing through her abruptly, hot and white, pulsing and fluttering around him as it took even her by surprise. Lines of pink followed the bite of her nails as they dragged down over his one shoulder, skin raised.]

Perfect.

[It was said in a hiss as he felt both the sting of her nails and the clamping tightness of her body around his as she came. The next glide of his body in hers was so much easier, that extra slickness making it almost frictionless for a moment as he moved his mouth up to lick at her jaw, pressing small kisses against it as he worked his way to her mouth.]

Shall I attempt to find the bed?

[Her breath panted harshly against those kisses when his mouth found hers. Chloe dropped back into the wall, trembling still, clenching spasms continuing, prolonged with his hips rocking into hers. He was always ready to move, ready to go again and again.]

Bed. Yes. Please.

[As long as he had no intention of pulling free, liking him right where he was.]

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