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bakerstreet2016-05-13 12:11 am
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It's all about the laps

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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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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How was that for making him? She lifted her lashes to watch him, corner of her parted lips quirking, amused. Pleased.]
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Not quite, Detective.
[Yes, he said that around her finger.]