Come to my window, sneak into the light

[whentheymeme]

Sexy Sleepover

inspired by a "kink i want to play" comment on rpa: Bare bones is that some teenage friends have a sleep over where typical sleep over silliness occurs...or, at least, it does until one of the girls decides to sneak her boyfriend/fuckbuddy in. Now, whether things swing more sexy due to the girls egging each other on, having a little naughty fun, or just being horny is negotiable. The guy being grumpy about getting dragged into "girly stuff" until the tides turn or into it from the start depends on your tastes. The popcorn's buttered to perfection, the horror movies queued up, and salacious stories ready for the telling. That can only mean one thing: sleepover! Whether it's a more casual, unplanned adult version - just crashing at someone's house - or the stereotypical teen romp, you and a friend (and possibly some other folks) are sharing the same living space for the night. Only it doesn't look like you'll be getting too much sleep tonight, because somehow, someway, things have taken a turn for the...heated. Maybe this was the score all along, and the "sleepover" cover was only a clever ruse, perhaps a playful party game got too handsy, secret feelings bubbled over - or someone not on the guest list got snuck in or gatecrashed! Comment with your character, prefs, etc. This meme can be whatever you want it to be. Cute, steamy, more ~refined~ with grown ass adults who don't do "sleepovers" thank you very much, kinky, it doesn't matter. Play multiple characters and do threesomes or moresomes. I'm not the meme police, live your life. Reply to others. Be respectful.

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[webdesigned]

So much for letting her sleep, Peter. Still, in the end, she wants to kiss him just as much as he'd like to kiss her. There's a comfort in knowing that, a comfort in knowing that whenever she's ready to stop, she'll tell him.

Maybe he doesn't need to be so nervous about all this, even though at the same time, it's impossible to let go of it entirely.

His hand curves around her cheek as she kisses him, and she's right that this part is easy enough he almost forgets about the rest. Almost, because even the slide of her legs along his earns a hitch of his breath he wasn't expecting. It feels good, and it's no reason to break their kiss, either, though it makes him curious to touch more of her.

He is slow to move his hand from her cheek to land at her hip, waiting for a reaction before he uses that to draw her a little closer. The flannel of her shirt is soft against his chest, almost as soft as her lips on his.

[arachnophiling]

It's almost funny, the way the two of them are suddenly so careful with every touch and every movement. Gwen might look back on it and laugh. For now, she just sighs, letting herself be drawn flush against Peter.

After what feels like an eternity, she draws back for a breath. Her exhale is shaky. "Peter ..." Honestly, she doesn't know what she's asking. It's as much a go ahead as it is we shouldn't, though the latter thought is only because it's the responsible and reasonable thing to thing to think.

[webdesigned]

For once, he's not quite sure what she's asking, either. Peter isn't half as good at reading between the absences as Gwen is, though he does think he's good at knowing what she's thinking. Right about now, though, it isn't quite as clear.

Maybe because his own thinking isn't very clear, when his skin wears a sudden flush and his body is reacting to how close she is and how much he wants her — how much he's always wanted her.

"Yes," he murmurs, and Peter is prepared for any answer. If she wants to stop, if she... if she doesn't want to stop.