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.
From the time she was very young, Cassandra Cain had perfected the art of slipping unnoticed into a room and seeming as if she had been present all along. This continued well into her career as Batgirl; if anything, joining Batman's crusade had given her more opportunities to practice her art.
The crusade carried with it a number of drawbacks as well, such as nightly exposure to intense and troubling events and a family unit that was growing more and more worn down as time passed. And then there were her own long-unresolved issues...
Batgirl appeared in the room after having entered as stealthily as possible. She wasn't sure about this whole 'therapy' thing; she'd heard there was some kind of brain-shrinking involved. She was even less sure about it when she saw who the doctor was.
"Harley." She immediately recognized the criminal named Harley Quinn, often the Joker's partner. Cass was immediately tense and apprehensive; Harley was going to shrink her brain?
Hearing her casual name spoken with such a reaction, subtle though it might be made Harley smile.
"Ah so we've met? Or maybe you're just familiar with my work?"
Leaning against her desk casually she shrugs.
"Harley works too if you prefer it. I usually open with my most professional name and work down from that because people feel safer with a professional. And I've got the certificates to prove my skills if that's what you're worried about."
All Thompkins had told Harleen was that this girl was involved in some late night public service activities that were incredibly stressful and she had a traumatic past that Harley might be able to relate to. In a way Harley wondered if Leslie was trying to set Harley up with someone that might make her look at her own issues in a new light. Either way it didn't take a genius to figure out what "Late Night Public Service" meant in a town like Gotham.
"Yes. Familiar," Cassandra replied, taking a seat and folding up her legs. She was dressed in a leather jacket over a tank top, cargo pants, and sneakers -- all black. She didn't think to take off her jacket.
She let the rest of Harley's monologue wash over her, not really sure what to contribute. "Came here...because told. Said...this would help." She gave Harleen a look that asked, how do you plan to do that?
"Fair enough! Well I think we can manage that but first we need to figure out just what you want help with."
Stepping away from the desk she walks over to her book case and gives it a push revealing it was on rollers. Behind it is a fridge where she fishes out a can of soda.
"Care for a drink while we get started? I've got plenty of caffeine in here."
And she may or may not be sticking her rear out while she fishes in the fridge, Either way intentional or not it's on display even with her lap coat keeping a fraction of her modesty.
"I'm fine," Cass replied, unconvincingly. She wasn't fine, especially not with her father, the assassin David Cain, in town.
She watched Harleen slide a book case out of the way to reveal a fridge. Her eyes brightened. Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all.
Her gaze drifted to Harleen's rear as the older woman bent over. Something about that seemed intentional and flirtatious but trying to hide its nature. Cass leaned forward. Was Harleen flirting with her? She'd have to find out.
Once she had procured her own drink, Harleen took the seat opposite Cass, not bothering to circle around to the other side of her desk so there was nothing between them.
"Alright, let's get started! I like to open with a little Q&A. And it goes both ways because that's only fair. You ask me whatever questions you like. I'm an open book! And in return I'll ask you some things ok? Eventually once we're more comfortable with one another I should have a better idea about your needs and desires."
Cass didn't know enough about psychiatry protocol to find it odd that Harleen was sitting at the chair in front of her instead of the desk, but there was something about it that felt as calculated as the bending over at the fridge.
Harley was throwing a lot of words at Cass, who stared at her for a few moments. "So... I ask you ... you ask me," she summarized.
And she'd said something about needs and desires. "You want me," she ventured, taking a gamble that she was reading the older woman's body language correctly.
Harley nodded encouragingly as it seemed Cass had picked up on how the conversation would go, but as fate would have it, Dr. Quinzel was having a drink of her soda when Cass asked...no made a statement like that so blunt and to the point that it made Harley choke on her drink do a comical spit take, thankfully pointed away from her patient.
"S-sheesh you really cut to the chase don'tcha kid? I barely know you! Not to mention that would deeply violate our Doctor Patient relationship." She wiped her mouth and giggled a bit.
"Not to say you're wrong, just saying I don't know if I want desire you yet. This is about what YOU desire. Do you desire me so soon?"
It wasn't often that Cass got to see someone in real life spit out a drink the way she'd seen characters do in cartoons or movies. She couldn't help but grin at that.
It was apparently breaking some kind of rule for Harleen to be attracted to Cass. That seemed odd; people's bodies didn't follow rules when they were attracted to someone. But she supposed she'd follow the rules. Every time she didn't, she got her Batgirl privileges taken away.
But Harleen giggled in a way that made Cass think she was possibly an "I'll be sneaky about it" kind of rule breaker. To be honest, so was Cass.
Then Harleen turned it around and asked if Cass desired Harleen. She thought about it. She did find Harleen attractive, certainly. "Desire...friend. And cuddle."
"Aw, well that's an easy one. I'll be happy to be your friend. And cuddling is part of the package when I'm friends with people." She paused for a moment dabbing at herself with a napkin to clean any remaining soda mess.
"But err...maybe we don't mention this to your other friends. They might think it's breakin' the rules and we're mostly just bending them."
She took a careful seat on the fainting sofa smoothing out her skirt.
Cass smiled. So cuddling was an option. That was good; she liked having cuddle buddies.
"Not lot. Some. Family, friends." She moved closer to Harley and curled up, lying on her side with her head resting on Harley's lap. She breathed a soft sigh of relief.
The more relaxed Cass became with her the more Harley began to relax as well, tenderly brushing her cheek with her own fingertips like she were a cat.
"Pardon if I have trouble imagining Batman as a cuddler."
There it was, she'd broken the seal and mentioned him by name. It was clear now both sides knew about one another, no more tap dancing around it. Her heart skipped a beat saying his name but other then that she was warm and inviting like they were friends already. And she smelled sweet like cotton candy.
Cass enjoyed the physical affection as she cuddled Harleen's lap. She was pretty sure she could go to sleep like this.
But Harleen's mention of Batman caused her to look up at the older woman. It was now clearer how much Harleen knew. "Batman cuddle. Sometimes. Nightwing...cuddle a lot. Oracle cuddle. Spoiler cuddle a lot, and also sex. Robin cuddle, sometimes. And also sex."
"Ooo, juicy." Harley couldn't help but chuckle at how honest Cassandra was.
"I always had a feeling the younger heroes had to be foolin' around behind "Papa Bats" back. Do you enjoy it? The sex?"
Because god help her she was already starting to have some less then pure thoughts of her own. Harley was a very affectionate woman and having someone who clearly needed physical intimacy was like a siren song to her body. To placate herself somewhat she traced her fingertip along Cassandra's ear lightly.
Cass nodded, giving her an are you serious? Of course I do, kind of look. "Touch ... sex ... movement ... all communication. All speaking. Better speaking than words. Body say ... how we feel."
And Harley's body was telling Cass very clearly what it was feeling. It wanted to break the rule. Even as the fingertip tracing her ear made Cass shiver, it was just as much for Harley's benefit was it was for Cass'andra's.
Cass was intrigued. So she decided to see how many therapy sessions it would take for Harleen to finally break the rule. Sooner or later, fingertips tracing earlobes wouldn't be enough.
As it was, Harley Quinn was known for many things but being subtle was not one of them. Someone as well educated in the art of body language could read her like an open book.
"That makes sense. I only ask because not all teenagers are ready for that sort of intimacy. But I'm not surprised. You kids are out there risking your lives every night for something you believe in. It makes sense you'd want to do as much living as you could in the process. And that includes connecting with people you care about." She sighed clearly enjoying the thought.
"And that's really great too that you can do it with people you trust and care about. That's how it should be. I dunno how familiar you are with what normal kids do since I know you don't go to school but again, not all teenagers are as mature about it as you."
The fingers moved along her earlobe and down her neck tracing along to the back now, running their tips against where her spine met her skull. Teasingly she offered her next question.
Harleen talked about intimacy and teenagers being ready and Cass just nodded. She'd had sex with Stephanie and Tim because she was comfortable with them. Harleen was using a lot of words that made it sound more complicated than it was to her.
Then Harley confused her. "Favorite? Between ... what?" Robin and Spoiler? Dancing and having sex? Spoken language was often needlessly difficult.
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The crusade carried with it a number of drawbacks as well, such as nightly exposure to intense and troubling events and a family unit that was growing more and more worn down as time passed. And then there were her own long-unresolved issues...
Batgirl appeared in the room after having entered as stealthily as possible. She wasn't sure about this whole 'therapy' thing; she'd heard there was some kind of brain-shrinking involved. She was even less sure about it when she saw who the doctor was.
"Harley." She immediately recognized the criminal named Harley Quinn, often the Joker's partner. Cass was immediately tense and apprehensive; Harley was going to shrink her brain?
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"Ah so we've met? Or maybe you're just familiar with my work?"
Leaning against her desk casually she shrugs.
"Harley works too if you prefer it. I usually open with my most professional name and work down from that because people feel safer with a professional. And I've got the certificates to prove my skills if that's what you're worried about."
All Thompkins had told Harleen was that this girl was involved in some late night public service activities that were incredibly stressful and she had a traumatic past that Harley might be able to relate to. In a way Harley wondered if Leslie was trying to set Harley up with someone that might make her look at her own issues in a new light. Either way it didn't take a genius to figure out what "Late Night Public Service" meant in a town like Gotham.
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She let the rest of Harley's monologue wash over her, not really sure what to contribute. "Came here...because told. Said...this would help." She gave Harleen a look that asked, how do you plan to do that?
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Stepping away from the desk she walks over to her book case and gives it a push revealing it was on rollers. Behind it is a fridge where she fishes out a can of soda.
"Care for a drink while we get started? I've got plenty of caffeine in here."
And she may or may not be sticking her rear out while she fishes in the fridge, Either way intentional or not it's on display even with her lap coat keeping a fraction of her modesty.
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She watched Harleen slide a book case out of the way to reveal a fridge. Her eyes brightened. Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all.
Her gaze drifted to Harleen's rear as the older woman bent over. Something about that seemed intentional and flirtatious but trying to hide its nature. Cass leaned forward. Was Harleen flirting with her? She'd have to find out.
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"Alright, let's get started! I like to open with a little Q&A. And it goes both ways because that's only fair. You ask me whatever questions you like. I'm an open book! And in return I'll ask you some things ok? Eventually once we're more comfortable with one another I should have a better idea about your needs and desires."
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Harley was throwing a lot of words at Cass, who stared at her for a few moments. "So... I ask you ... you ask me," she summarized.
And she'd said something about needs and desires. "You want me," she ventured, taking a gamble that she was reading the older woman's body language correctly.
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"S-sheesh you really cut to the chase don'tcha kid? I barely know you! Not to mention that would deeply violate our Doctor Patient relationship." She wiped her mouth and giggled a bit.
"Not to say you're wrong, just saying I don't know if I want desire you yet. This is about what YOU desire. Do you desire me so soon?"
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It was apparently breaking some kind of rule for Harleen to be attracted to Cass. That seemed odd; people's bodies didn't follow rules when they were attracted to someone. But she supposed she'd follow the rules. Every time she didn't, she got her Batgirl privileges taken away.
But Harleen giggled in a way that made Cass think she was possibly an "I'll be sneaky about it" kind of rule breaker. To be honest, so was Cass.
Then Harleen turned it around and asked if Cass desired Harleen. She thought about it. She did find Harleen attractive, certainly. "Desire...friend. And cuddle."
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"But err...maybe we don't mention this to your other friends. They might think it's breakin' the rules and we're mostly just bending them."
She took a careful seat on the fainting sofa smoothing out her skirt.
"Do you cuddle with a lot of people?"
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"Not lot. Some. Family, friends." She moved closer to Harley and curled up, lying on her side with her head resting on Harley's lap. She breathed a soft sigh of relief.
"Soft."
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"Pardon if I have trouble imagining Batman as a cuddler."
There it was, she'd broken the seal and mentioned him by name. It was clear now both sides knew about one another, no more tap dancing around it. Her heart skipped a beat saying his name but other then that she was warm and inviting like they were friends already. And she smelled sweet like cotton candy.
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But Harleen's mention of Batman caused her to look up at the older woman. It was now clearer how much Harleen knew. "Batman cuddle. Sometimes. Nightwing...cuddle a lot. Oracle cuddle. Spoiler cuddle a lot, and also sex. Robin cuddle, sometimes. And also sex."
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"I always had a feeling the younger heroes had to be foolin' around behind "Papa Bats" back. Do you enjoy it? The sex?"
Because god help her she was already starting to have some less then pure thoughts of her own. Harley was a very affectionate woman and having someone who clearly needed physical intimacy was like a siren song to her body. To placate herself somewhat she traced her fingertip along Cassandra's ear lightly.
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And Harley's body was telling Cass very clearly what it was feeling. It wanted to break the rule. Even as the fingertip tracing her ear made Cass shiver, it was just as much for Harley's benefit was it was for Cass'andra's.
Cass was intrigued. So she decided to see how many therapy sessions it would take for Harleen to finally break the rule. Sooner or later, fingertips tracing earlobes wouldn't be enough.
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"That makes sense. I only ask because not all teenagers are ready for that sort of intimacy. But I'm not surprised. You kids are out there risking your lives every night for something you believe in. It makes sense you'd want to do as much living as you could in the process. And that includes connecting with people you care about." She sighed clearly enjoying the thought.
"And that's really great too that you can do it with people you trust and care about. That's how it should be. I dunno how familiar you are with what normal kids do since I know you don't go to school but again, not all teenagers are as mature about it as you."
The fingers moved along her earlobe and down her neck tracing along to the back now, running their tips against where her spine met her skull. Teasingly she offered her next question.
"Do you have a favorite between the two?"
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Then Harley confused her. "Favorite? Between ... what?" Robin and Spoiler? Dancing and having sex? Spoken language was often needlessly difficult.
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"Sexual partners. What are their strengths and weaknesses?"