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

[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."

[teenyoda]

"Ooh Tuesday..." He breathed that out, body trembling as he leaned in closer to hear that softer tone -- and promptly bumped noses with her. Could it be Tuesday now? Could this happen on Tuesday? But intentionally?

[better]

Leaning in closer, she could almost taste him. Her nose brushing against his slightly, "It's not Tuesday, Stiles."

[teenyoda]

"It might be. In Australia." He licked his lips again, head almost unconsciously tipping to the side. His heart was thundering in his chest and his entire focus was on Erica.

[better]

Her voice dropped to a whisper, "Your heart is being very loud."

[teenyoda]

"Sorry?" He was in that he didn't like being that obvious, but with her so close, he couldn't really muster up the enthusiasm to make it sound anymore apologetic. His nose moved to touch her cheek, his lips just a fraction of a breath away from hers.

[better]

She exhaled a warm breath, "Are you, though?"

[teenyoda]

"No." Hey, it was honest. It was also accompanied by a shake of his head that had his mouth grazing hers. His body tightened all over, his arms trembling with the effort of keeping his hands in his pockets. He could behave. He was a gentleman. God, why did she smell so good?

[better]

"Then, what are you going to do about it?"

It had built into the longest seven minutes and she knew that they'd passed that point easily. Mostly she was waiting to see how long he could hold out.

[teenyoda]

He didn't know. What he wanted to do and what he should do were so far apart they couldn't even see each other. What he wanted? What he wanted was to close that distance. He needed to, and another little helpless whimper left him.

[better]

"Stiles," she said his name almost like a two-syllable word, the teasing tone coming across easily as he still hadn't replied to her with anything other than that sound.

[teenyoda]

He tried, he really did, but everything was getting stuck in his throat and his brain was starving for blood and he was able to feel the heat of her coming off her body because it was so close. "Aaah..."

[better]

She shifted her stance, feet barely moving but allowing her body to brush against him closer. There was still enough space there to allow actual space, but she was tempting him far more than he probably had expected.

[teenyoda]

He couldn't help it. If anyone was to be blamed, it was her, the little minx. When she shifted, he moved with her, but his head bobbed in and he felt the first solid brush of his lips over hers. A shiver went down his back and he was maybe a little too slow with drawing back.

[better]

She didn't move, didn't lean into it. All she did was just let him press toward her. When he did return that fraction of space back between their mouths, Erica let her tongue drag over her lips, teasing the slightest hint of contact to him.

[teenyoda]

He wasn't sorry. Well, actually, he was, because now he wanted more. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you? This is some new ploy to completely destroy me."