bakerstreet | 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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[That was just one other thing he would be buying her. Now she had nothing to wear on her way out tomorrow morning, and she was not going to wear his pants.

Chloe had no protest to the fabric tearing after it dug into her side. Why would she when she was finally completely naked. She cried out and barely felt the way he moved her up, only feeling his hips as they sharply connected with hers. It was a rush that left her scrambling for purchase, not wanting to snap underneath him just yet.

Her hands reached to pull him down, roughly, burying the rest of her sounds into the kiss, hips rolling up into his for more.]

[Buying her things would be his absolute delight, as long as she let him. Linda might make mention about him feeling the need to prove he could provide for her, but he'd laugh it off because he's the Devil and doesn't need to prove anything.

Except with her, it seemed he did. Her mouth was on his, his teeth digging into soft lips as he nipped at her, tongue sliding over hers while he ground his hips down on the next thrust, stirring himself in her and feeling that wet glide around the velvet heat of her body.]

[He would need to prove a lot of things with her, but they weren't important right now. Those things would come up in time, they would discuss it.

And now, now his teeth were nipping and biting and she was moaning low in her throat when his tongue filled her mouth. She enjoyed the wetness gliding against her teeth and roof of her mouth, leaning up to twine hers with his. A slow suck and she had to pull away, mouth dragging down his chin to his jaw.

Again her hips rolled upward, working against how he moved.]

[He gave a low groan, feeling her mouth dragging down over him and making his ass clench, tightening as he thrust into her yet again. She moved and it was counter to his own thrusts and he slid a hand to her breast to tweak her nipple, back arching over her as he dug his knees into the bed for leverage to press in again.]

Remind me to get you riled up again. I like this.

[Her mouth dragged lower, down over his throat, sucking at his pulse. The salt sticking to it tasted oddly good, and her tongue trailed a hot path down to his collarbone. She muffled her moans against him, pausing with the need to get in a breath as his hips dug in to hers, her sounds louder at tweaking fingers, sighing.]

You like anything I do.

Not so much a fan of the shooting. I'm game for pain, but that was... not quite as much fun as I would have hoped. Slapping, yes. Spanking, please. Everything else? Have your wicked way with me, Detective.

[His thumb grazed over her nipple, flicking it back and forth as he gave another grind in, thrusting until he couldn't get a smidgen closer, then grinding against her to tease her clit.]

You startled me. Don't ever shout at anyone pointing a gun at you. Take it as a life lesson.

[ The nipple play made her squirm beneath him, pulling in a sharp breath when he ground perfectly against her that she tried to rock her hips up into his, dropping back onto the bed, lips leaving his skin. ]

Please. You had it pointed well before I started shouting. You didn't think it would hurt me. Fair enough; I didn't think it would either.

[It was odd, talking like this while he was inside her, watching her reactions. Lucifer wasn't generally chatty during sex unless it involved... well, sex talk.]

I had a good reason for that.

[Though the rest of her words trailed off, a hand reaching down to the back of his hips, gripping at the muscle to pull him in to grind against her some more.

Chatty sex between them never lasted that long anyway.]

I'm sure you did.

[Not likely, but it wasn't something he cared to nitpick over when she was grabbing at him, lifting up even as he started to press back down. He could lose himself entirely in her and be quite happy with that.]

Stop talking.

[Better to emphasize on that at the moment. She wanted to focus more on how he felt inside and against her. The only time she wanted to hear him talk now was if it involved whispering things low in her ear.]

Make me.

[His toes dragged on the sheet as he moved his foot, angling it higher up so he could give another hard, deep thrust, hips rocking against hers, his teeth catching at her jaw and nipping.]

[A terrible thing to say to her. It would be seen as a challenge, a fight she would prove she could be good at. What better way to accept said challenge than by taking his jaw in her hands and pulling his head up, away from the teasing he did. Chloe made sure her hands slid over his mouth, pressing in order to keep his lips from saying anything else.

How was that for making him? She lifted her lashes to watch him, corner of her parted lips quirking, amused. Pleased.]

[Well, it wasn't bad, but it also put her fingers in a convenient location for him to move his head to close his lips around. He sucked at her index finger, nipping at it as he gave another rolling grind of his body against hers.]

Not quite, Detective.

[Yes, he said that around her finger.]

It's all about the laps

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