bakerstreet | body heat meme

Oh. Oh crap. Was this a game? If he moved his hand, would she as well? Or would she slap him? Not fair, Erica. How's a guy supposed to use his thinking brain when he had a pretty blonde pressed up to him making all sorts of insinuations with that mouth of hers? He was only human.

"Yeah... not moving." Yet. How does one say 'you can put your hand on my ass if you want' without that sounding crass?

Erica wasn't sure if this was going to become a game, but she was definitely at least distracted enough from the weather and the isolation to pretend for a bit. Her index finger moved and met to her pinky, then her pinky moved down further along his body.

"I think I moved my hand."

Was that a challenge? He took a bracing breath before moving his hand in a mimicry of hers. "Oops. Mine too. I must have slipped."

She tsked softly, shaking her head, "Horrible impulse control."

There was a brief moment of her shifting against him and she leaned in closer to him, her mouth now hovering nearer to his as her eyes locked to his, "What are you thinking about?"

He had to try twice to answer, his voice stuck in his throat as he felt her breath against his mouth. "You." That was pretty much all he was thinking about at the moment. Her. Her hand. Her mouth. Those cushiony breasts pressing against him. Yep, she had his full attention.

It was funny how something could be vague and specific all at the same time. She nodded, watching his eyes, "I must be pretty captivating if that's all you're thinking about right now."

Her hand slid down further, cupping to his ass and pressing him closer to her a bit. That was a bit more direct than she had expected to be, but she was pretty okay with being the reason for his erection right now.

"Ah-ha." That was all that came out in response to both the quip and the hand that gripped him and pulled him against her. He could feel himself, hard and needy behind his pants as she rubbed against it. Oh yeah, he was fully focused on her. He was utterly captivated.

His hand moved to her ass more slowly, but he gave it a good squeeze when he got there, a breathy groan sounding when he pulled her in again, rocking his body against her.

At the squeeze of his hand, Erica exhaled a breath against his mouth. It was low and had the softest hint of pleasure laced around it. The feel of him, that direct press of him made her chest feel a bit tighter than it had earlier, harder to breathe and she knew that she wanted to kiss him.

It just felt like this was just them fooling around. She'd given him a hand job once before and he'd wanted to reciprocate and maybe this was just the fact that she had all of those werewolf abilities in overdrive.

Increased risk taking. That was on the list and she knew it. This was a definite risk, too. Her hand moved off of his ass and ran up his arm, dragging lightly before it settled at the back of his shoulder. Her grip felt needy, clinging to him and she wasn't sure if she wanted to express that sort of need from him. It did pull her in against him, and it did allow for her leg to shift and tangle in against Stiles' leg.

"You're really close to me," she breathed against his mouth.

"I'm sorry." No, he wasn't. She'd hear that if she cared to listen. There wasn't an inch of him that was sorry. Sorry wasn't in his vocabulary at the moment. What he was, was turned on. He'd heard that almost sound that had wanted to slip past, he could almost taste it. He pulsed behind his pants again, twitching against her as his body wanted very much to make her make more of those little sounds. Louder ones. Longer ones.

His hand was also very firmly attached to her ass, daring to pull her in again, eyes fluttering shut as he felt that friction again. "I could move." Please don't make him move.

At his offer her mind wasn't really focused on him moving away, so her response wasn't anywhere near that sort of thought.

"Move how?" Erica swallowed and allowed her hand to slide from his shoulder to the nape of his neck. Blunt nails brushed up into the short hair and along the base of his skull.

Away, of co... oh wait. She didn't mean... Oh damn. He actually whined, curling in closer to her at the thought, a shiver going down his spine from her nails over the nape of his neck. "However you want." Up, down, left, right, hell, he'd learn to fly if he had to.

That sound was encouraging. Her nose brushed to his, that soft moment of contact as she exhaled and dragged her fingers against the back of his head more. Then there was nothing more to hesitate over as she finally allowed her mouth to settle to his. It wasn't that quick chaste kiss he'd pressed to her earlier.

This was Erica claiming something she'd been nearly tasting as she took in every breath he exhaled. Her lips parted against his, trapping his bottom lip between hers before she repeated that plying of her mouth. It made her head lift up, her jaw go slack a bit, but she didn't silence any of the soft utterances that slipped from her to him. All the quietest of murmurs that came from just her lips catching to his and trying to keep him close to her.

His mind stalled as he realized she was kissing him, his body picking up and returning it as it took a minute for the hamster to start turning in the wheel again. Then it was going overtime, his mind cataloging all the little things that were happening; the way she tasted, how soft her lips were, those little sounds she made that made his pulse jump. His hand slid up her back, moving up to tangle in the frothy blonde mass of her hair. Did he like this? Hell yes.

This kiss was elevating her body temperature and the touch of his fingers into her hair sent a shiver down her body that made her hair stand on end a bit. She could feel it down her arms and she could also feel the fact that this bit of interaction was having a positive effect on her elsewhere, too.

Her hand moved from the back of his head down his back and tucked beneath the bottom of his shirt. Fingertips pressed up against his spine, pushing him closer to her, knowing that the thin material of her bra wouldn't hide the hard peaks of her nipples.

Teeth nipped at his bottom lip, just for a moment before her tongue teased against that line, trying to soothe any of the sting. Pulling back, but keeping her eyes looking to his mouth, she let out a breath, "Definitely warmer in here."

The bite stung, yes, but in a way that made him feel like he had electricity crackling through his body. He was quick to close any distance between them, one of his legs moving forward and subtly inserting itself between hers. His mind was doing what it seemed to like to do best lately; flood him with images of what he wanted to do to her, pin her down and drag his mouth over the rest of her, exploring all those interesting spots she hid under her clothes.

He might have moved a bit, leaning over her just a tad as that image started to take center stage in his thoughts. "Definitely. Very warm. So hot." He didn't need to play the mimic game anymore, or so he thought, but he couldn't help following her lead and trying to slide a hand up the back of her shirt.

The lean over her frame was easy to pick up on. She'd been training on how to read signals, how to counter anything that was going to put her on her back. She didn't mind this, though. His words pressed to her and made her breathe in deeper, shifting with him a bit to allow her beneath him. It gave her other arm freedom and her hands switched places.

The one closer to his roaming hand moves to his elbow and then down to find his wrist tucked at her back. With her new position, she found it easier to take his hand and bring it up the front of her shirt. Beneath the stretched fabric, toward the underwire of her bra and then over that thin cup that barely contained her.

It was forward of her, but she wanted him to touch her, she wanted the length of his fingers to fit her curves in against his palm. She wanted to be attractive, to be desired by someone and for it not to be something shallow and based on what she'd already done for him. All the times she had thought about this moment, she hadn't been the glamazon she was now. She had been just talking to him about the things he liked, impressing him with her comic book collection or maybe discussing some horrible cancellation of his favorite show.

It seemed she was just better at being pretty. He seemed to react better to it at least.

She moved under him and he wanted to jump up and do a little victory dance. Wrong time, though, and he focused instead on the taste of her on his tongue and how it slid in between her lips to wind over hers.

Those thoughts were stalled when she grabbed his hand and put it... on her breast. Oh my god. His hand squeezed her reflexively, trembling at the realization that he was touching her breast and she'd been the one to make that happen. His body's reaction was to press his hips against her thigh, a low sound echoing out of his mouth and into hers.

It wasn't that she was just attractive, it was that they hadn't exactly had time to sit around and find out all those interesting things about each other. Well, more like he hadn't found out anything about her since she'd changed. She didn't exactly come over for game night. Their interactions were sporadic and generally werewolf related. But he was going to intentionally ignore that right now and pay attention to the body under his. His thumb looked for that peak of her nipple, brushing over it before circling it, still trembling just slightly. Not out of fear, but out of pure eagerness and anticipation.

As her hand deposited his at her curves, she retreated her hand behind her back and fiddled with the clasp of her bra until it unhooked and fell loosely against her frame. It was awkward under her shirt, but she didn't want to move away from him to remove it. She also wasn't sure just how cold she might get later if she pulled her shirt off.

Swallowing, she met to his mouth again. Their kiss shifted between the press and slide of tongues to just the application of her mouth to his. Capturing and claiming, nipping and tugging as she allowed the soft whimpers to press from her to him. There was slight apprehension building up in her, but she didn't want to focus on that, not right now, she didn't want to bring up anything that might stop him from doing that with his hand.

His senses were swimming with her. He couldn't stop touching her and as soon as there was slack on her bra, he paused. He broke the kiss, lifting up enough to look down at her. He wanted this, wanted her, but he had to be sure. Had to not press or push where he wasn't wanted. His dad had raised him better than that.

"Erica." His voice was husky and raw, his pupils blown wide as he gazed down at her. His hand hadn't moved from where it was, but the tension in it was leaking up into the rest of him. "Do you want... I mean, should I?"

The sound of his words, the way he looked at her made her throb. There was a physical reaction to him and the way he seemed to exist in that moment. Her hand moved to brush to his jaw, to look away from him and that way he looked at her. Swallowing, she exhaled with a soft sound, it was near a laugh but not quite sounding amused. Returning her eyes to his, she chewed on her bottom lip.

"I haven't exactly," Erica paused, trying to sort through how to say this. "It's not like there's been time for me to... have certain experiences." It was possible that this was her time to have that flush of color rise to her cheeks. "Not dying was sort of a priority lately and before that..."

Before that her mom had worried that she'd give it up to anyone that even looked at her with a polite glance. Shoved birth control at her daughter with low-self esteem in the hopes that at least she'd take it and not add another medical condition to her life. Before that she didn't have anyone looking at her that way. No one looked at her at all, unless she was an easy target to point at.

"It's okay, if you just want to mess around. We don't have to do anything else," she reassured him.

Edited (words are not interchangable ;;) 2013-05-20 03:51 (UTC)

There was a painful twinge in his stomach at that, thinking about the way he himself had ignored her until recently. His hand slid out from under her shirt, coming up to cup the side of her face, making it so she had to look at him. "I want to. I mean, I really want to." But not here. Not in a shack while there was still the possibility of loosing a body part to frostbite.

What he wanted needed to be shelved for now. He wanted to return the favor she'd done for him, focus on her and what she needed. He leaned in, laying a softer kiss on her lips, something slower and less greedy. "What do you want?" What could he fumble his way through to try to make her feel something close to what he had.

It felt broken already. The rush, the urgency that had been building up between them and she had simply burst that with one simple admission. This was probably why she shouldn't have said anything. She could've figured it out, allowed things to happen. She could've progressed things and used all the things she'd been training with to help her. Instinct and reacting. That was all this would be, she had been certain of it.

Now he was being nice to her and gentle. It frustrated her to think that they'd been moving along so well and then she messed it up.

She tried not to let the frown show, but it flickered there on her features for a moment. She shook her head, "It's fine, you don't have to do anything."

A small smile lit his face, his hand sliding back into her hair as he leaned down and kissed her again. Still slow and gentle, but with a little more of that need he felt himself in there. "I want to, Erica."

His hand left her hair and moved back down to where it had been, sliding under her shirt and hesitating a moment before his fingers edged in under the underwire, fingers firm on her as he got his first real handful of naked breast in his hand. He pushed that fact down, watching her as he did it. The idea of her feeling the same way he had, as knowing he'd been able to bring her to orgasm as easily (maybe not as easily) as she had was a heady thought. It had him pressing himself against her thigh again, his erection not even slightly flagged from their little interlude. "I really, really want to."

Despite the still odd feeling in the pit of her stomach that there was only a physical attraction happening here, that it was definitely more real than the build-up of before, she couldn't help the way her eyes fluttered closed at the brush of his hand against her. She couldn't stifle that low sound that stirred from her when he pressed to her thigh again, either.

That throb echoed through her, low and to her core, eliciting that murmur of sound from her once more. Her body wasn't betraying her, but trying to let her know it was okay to allow this to build again, to bring that heat back between them. Her head tipped up, chin lifting as she leaned into kissing him again, to returning that claim.

It was so hard to not just grab and take and touch all those places that were a mystery to him. Her breasts were pliant and wonderful and he felt a throb behind his pants at the thought of what she tasted like there. He felt a heat on his leg as he slid it between hers and pressed up against her and he made his own sounds, wanting to touch with his hands and other places at that burning core.

She was consuming him in this moment and he was the one on top. Maybe it was a werewolf thing.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject