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Look what's fallen into your lap.

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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[ She does this in a professional capacity, but it can be for fun, too! ]

The Cat Scratch Club is one of Jason's favorite NYC attractions. It has good chicken wings, good beer, and really, really sexy dancers. Also, it helps that said dancers usually give him the downlow on New York's underbelly, considering some of the girls' clients are the kind of guys Jason is after on a daily basis. The girls seem to have intel before he does sometimes.

So there he is, Mimi's favorite chain-smoking customers, patting his lap when he sees her. There's already a cigarette dangling from his scarred lips and one empty beer bottle at his table.

He holds up a five. "You busy?"

[Open to any!]

(ota. m/m preferred.)

[Can be the giver or receiver.]

[As fearsome as the Ragnarssons maybe, the women are sometimes worse in more subtle ways. Pandora is the smallest of them, little enough that her Uncle calls her 'runt' with varying levels of affection or indifference. Being the smallest is a little different for a girl, but she'd learned early to hide her shrewdness behind a dreamy mask that was only half untrue. She learns to keep out of the way, and mostly, she's successful.

Sometimes, she's not so lucky.

It isn't as if there isn't rumors about Ivar the Boneless. She knows that some of the women are wary. It doesn't stop them from setting upon her, a cousin and two of her friends. The dare is pretty straight forward. Go and sit on Ivar's lap, where he is celebrating with the others, and they'll cover the washing for the week. Or show that she's not as brave as she pretends, and she'll have to do their chores as well as hers.

There's barely time to say one way or another if she agrees before she's pushed out into the circle. As if unbothered, as if she hadn't been struggling and protesting a moment ago, she takes the time to straighten out her hair, to put her skirts to rights. This isn't such a hardship, really. The youngest Ragnarsson is handsome, and there's something curiously sharp about his gaze. Though, she doubts anything will come of it. At most, she's expecting to be told off, pushed down, maybe a stray slap for good measure. Nothing she hasn't dealt with before.

So she tilts her head up, refusing to look intimidated, as she approaches him. The bench is full, but she doesn't look for an opening. As clearly and calmly as she can muster, she poses her question.] Is this seat taken? [Because of course that meant his lap.]

This one's free, [laughs an older man behind her, red beard long and thin. He slaps his thigh in emphasis, but she ignores him, doesn't move her eyes away from the young Viking before her.]