Seven Minutes in Heaven

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 The Seven Minutes in Heaven Meme


The Rules:
1. Comment with your character name/fandom/prefs in the subject line
2. Comment around, you're now trapped in a closet and must kiss whoever you're trapped with! It can be just a simple kiss on the cheek or something a little...more. It just has to last for at least 7 comments each!
3. You don't have to start right away. Build things up! It's more fun that way. 
4. ???????
5. Profit~

Comments

[better]

"Not so much, no," she replied.

Exhaling, she shook her head. "I don't even know why I came, but I thought maybe I'd see what happened at these things. I guess I figured it out."

[teenyoda]

"Yeah, pretty much teenagers pushing the bounds of the conventions of sexuality and what they can get away with. Which includes shoving people in a closet for them to make out."

Crap. Now he was thinking about making out with her. Way to go, Stiles.

[better]

"We've already made out though."

Erica teased a bit, trying mostly to get him flustered.

[teenyoda]

"Ah, yeah. W-we have." Thank you for reminding him, Erica. Now he was trapped in a closet thinking about exactly how far they'd gone. Hope you're happy with a dose of pheromones.

[better]

Her smirk was mostly amused as she stepped in closer to him.

"You're thinking about it, right now, aren't you?"

[teenyoda]

His answer was a drawn out whine, his hands firmly at his sides as he tried to make out her features in the dark confines of the closet. He could smell her when she stepped closer and that brought back other memories.

He really wished he could smack his cock and tell it to lay down and play dead. Bad mini-Stiles. No treats for you.

[better]

The whine that stirred from him was met easily with a grin from Erica. "You are highly entertaining, you know."

[teenyoda]

"I'm glad you're so amused." He crammed his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching for her.

[better]

"Very," she responded as she continued to step in closer to him. It was interesting, because she could see him in the dark of the closet, the sliver of light just enough for her werewolf vision. Her hand planted onto the wall, next to his head, leaning in against him.

"So, this isn't us hanging out. It doesn't count for anything, right?"

[teenyoda]

Oh damn. Oh damn she was close again. He could almost taste her breath against his mouth and he licked his lips, eyes darting around in the dark as he tried to see where her lips were. "No?" One word shouldn't be able to hit four octaves.

[better]

"You need to relax, Stiles," Erica whispered, trying to make sure he knew he still needed to breathe.

[teenyoda]

"I'm relaxed." Lie. Blatant lie. Lie of epic proportions. But he wasn't scared of her this time. He was unbelievably turned on and he was only just barely keeping himself from pushing her up against the wall and doing exactly what they'd been shoved in here to do.

[better]

"Shhh," she soothed, stepping in closer and almost up against him.

"I can hear your heartbeat. Just breathe," Erica intoned.

[teenyoda]

"I am breathing." Each breath just happened to bring hers back with him, making him want to crush his mouth against the one that was so damn close. He was breathing as he made fists in his pockets, telling himself in his head over and over that he wouldn't grab her. That he wouldn't pin her to the wall. That he wouldn't run his mouth all over her body and get that taste of her stuck on his tongue again.

[better]

"I know you're breathing. You haven't passed out, yet." It wasn't that she was trying to work him up, but it was really easy to do. She couldn't help it, even her attempt to just calm him down had his heart racing.

[teenyoda]

"I'm not going to pass out." No, he was just going stand there and have both of his heads explode. How do you like that, Erica?

[better]

"I don't know, you might." Erica let her tone shift into something slightly more teasing, that bit of concern from a moment ago fading away with his sassy responses.

[teenyoda]

"Not happening." Not when he'd much rather do other things. The blood was going from one brain to the other, making him feel a little light headed, yes, but that could also be because hello, hot girl in his personal space.

[better]

"See, that almost sounds like a challenge."

[teenyoda]

He didn't know what to say to that. No it wasn't? But whatever she thought it was, it was keeping her close and that was such a good thing.

[better]

Her free hand moved to rest to his chest, just over his heart. That moment immediately caused his heart to uptick and she smirked. "I think it's really interesting the impact I have on you, Stiles."

[teenyoda]

His hands actually tugged at his pockets in response to that, arms almost going around her before he remembered himself. "Yeah? Why's it so interesting?" Because she could laugh about it? Ha ha, Erica.

[better]

"Because I can feel every muscle in you trying to resist movement, every inch of you wound so tight that I'm almost positive you're like a tension wire ready to snap. All I have to do," she replied coolly, "is drag my hand this way."

Her touch moved from the press of her palm to just the tips of her fingertips and started to wind down his midsection. If she had been willing to threaten him, the claws would've come out, but this was just curiosity.

"And your body fights against itself. You're in a dark closet with me and trying really hard not to do anything. It's admirable," she stated.

[teenyoda]

Oh yes, he was reacting to her all right. The volleying of blood between one head and the other took a decidedly southward trip, his jaw slackening as he wavered slightly in his resolve not to do anything. She was evil. She was a tease. She was so incredibly hot and he wanted her like air.

"It's not like we planned this."

[better]

"Have we really planned anything?" Erica said it softly, but her tone was clipped, knowing she had an extra part of that phrase waiting behind her tongue.

"Except for Tuesday which hasn't happened, yet."