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.
Kattada is beautiful - not so beautiful as Kashyyyk, in Rey's humble opinion, but close. She's never seen so much ocean before - and although they don't have much time to explore and enjoy it before it was time to set out on the next job, they've got a night to themselves.
Call it a shore leave, of sorts.
Haleoda's spaceport was a vibrant, lively scene, and they've spent the night visiting one cantina, and then another, and after a few drinks (that purple one had a hell of a kick!), Rey was feeling ... loose, and warm, and relaxed in a way that she never really allows herself to be while out in public instead of tucked away in the relative privacy of the Falcon.
And right now, the urge to be closer to Han is deep and overwhelming, and she doesn't have it in her to deny herself the pleasure. It hardly matters that they're in the back of a crowded, noisy club - she slides from her chair and into his lap, plucking the glass holding what's left of her drink so she can finish it in one go.
The subway was packed. Stiles was pretty sure it was over packed actually and the conductor didn't know how to do his job properly because the ride was a lot of stop and start. It was during one of the stop and start fits Stiles lost his balance and fell back right into Alec's lap.
"Dude, sorry," Stiles apologized and he tried to get up only to realize that the crowd had swallowed up the hole he had made leaving him with no room. "Well it looks like I'm stuck here. I hope you don't mind."
So, why is he here, ass plopped in a chair and looking bored as hell? That's actually pretty simple. He's heard the rumors of an attractive new dancer at one of the clubs he runs at a front for his mafia businesses. What he wasn't expecting was this.
Xanxus sits there, bored as hell and nursing his fourth or fifth whiskey of the evening. He glares at the stage. "You all suck. Bring out the new meat!"
The hatch closed, the only compartment in the ship that hadn't lost atmosphere to the rain of debris. The ship was still on course for the next system, but it seemed like they'd be finishing the trip stuck in this room.
'Room' was being generous. It was more like a locker. Porrim couldn't help but put her hand on Riddick's chest as she tried to make herself a bit more comfortable after they'd both hurriedly shoved pushed inside. "Oof, sorry."
At least there seemed to be a seat. There was only room for one of them to sit in it though.
[He's been at this for a long time. Probably too long. Liir isn't a brilliant student, just a persistent one. But he should really get up and do literally anything else. You might want to stop him from peeking over your shoulders to drape his long arms over them and write notes]
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