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Seven Minutes in Heaven

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~

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"Yes?" her reply was still that low intimate tone, her claim on his hip a constant point of pressure now as she remained at that impossibly close distance.

His hip. Hey, look at that, too close to something literally sitting up and begging for her attention. "I thought you didn't want to... um...."

"Didn't want to um-what?" She was still waiting for him to make his move, to stop waiting for her to be the one to initiate it.

"To do anything. I thought you wanted to just hang out." It was going to be soon. He was only human, after all. It was probably a good thing that he wasn't a werewolf, otherwise she would have been pounced on the second the door closed. Possibly before that.

"Maybe I just needed some time to think about it," Erica stated with that same low tone of voice.

"Do you not want to?" She leaned in closer to him, "You seem to be hesitating."

Whether she was teasing or not was a question that swung like a pendulum over his head, but he was at the point of being willing to find out. Actually he was past that point. "Oh, I want to."

Want to know how much, Erica? His hands are coming out of his pockets and curving around her back, pulling her in close as he finds her mouth with his and seals them in a kiss. She tasted as good as he remembered.

As she was pulled in flush against him, her hand slipped from his hip and pressed against the back pocket of his jeans. Her thumb hooked into it, grabbing at him a bit as she met him in the kiss humming a bit against his mouth.

It wasn't enough contact, not enough pressure, and Stiles was quick to push at her, to move her against the wall behind her and press her up against it. So much better. A hand went into her hair and tipped her head back so his mouth could move from hers down to drag over it. He'd get back to that teasing and taunting mouth in a minute, but right now, he wanted to taste her skin.

With the wall at her back, she smirked. A soft sound slipped from her lips as she tipped away from him, allowing his mouth to guide its way down her neck and beyond. This was a definite show of force and control and Erica was appreciating it a lot. Her hand moved down against his jeans, grabbing at him and pulling at him to try and press his hips into her more.

He let out a muffled sound against her skin, the hands at his ass pulling him in closer and, ooh, friction. He takes a minute to rock into her again, and again, panting against her neck before he lifts his mouth back to hers. "There you go, teasing again." And damn him if he didn't love it.

At his mention about teasing him, she slipped her hand from groping at his ass to fitting between them. Her fingers rub against him in his jeans before her palm settles against his erection. "Still teasing now?"

The breath he was trying to exhale became strangled and he let it out in a wash against her mouth. "God, Erica. We need to stop being in these situations." So he could do this properly. With a bed and maybe a little patience.

"I like these situations," she replied, exhaling heavily as her hand rubbed against him over his jeans. In truth she liked them because they weren't planned and it wasn't being done properly. She didn't want to think about what planning it out could mean or how making sure these things happened at the right time could be something different.

He wanted to plan it out because he wanted more than just a quick fondle in a closet or mutual masturbation to keep from freezing to death. That didn't stop him from rocking into her touch, one of his hands coming up to hesitantly rest on her breast. "I didn't say I didn't like them."

Her hand continued into him, rocking down against his jeans and the hard length trapped beneath the denim. "Then shut up," she replied a moment before her mouth claimed his with enough force to make her teeth click against his. Her tongue slides against his, the deep kiss being mostly a rush of contact and desire for shutting him up for a moment.

He wanted to argue on principle, but then her tongue was in his mouth and it was all he could focus on. Well, that and her hand trying to knead his cock through his jeans. Oh, and his hand on her breast, squeezing it gently while he grew decidedly more and more aroused.

Erica continued to assault his mouth, her fingers moving up against the front of his jeans and moving to pop the button on them. Her hand reached for the zipper, tugging at it until she figured she could slide her hand into his jeans.

The rougher she got with him, the more it got him hot. His hand pulled at her shirt, pushing it up past her bra so he could slip suddenly agile fingers under the wire and handle her breast without any hindrances. He pushed into her hand, making a low and needy sound into the kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth in a very unsubtle pantomime of what he really, really wanted at that moment.

The motion of his tongue made her moan a bit against his mouth, her hand taking a better hold of him. She could push with her thumb, moving the thin fabric of his boxers away, the front opening being shoved to allow her touch to press right to skin. Her thumb grazed against him as her fingers curled around him.

"Jesus!" Any and all control he might have had went out the window. He tugged his hand free and moved both of them down to her legs. Grabbing them, he lifted, his pelvis meeting hers as he tried to keep her legs up and pin her to the wall, rutting up against her with a far too eager sound.

She grunted a bit when he pushed her up the wall a bit, her legs winding around him easily. Her hand kept to his length, even if she knew that it'd be easier to just rock to his frame as he grinded against her.

One hand slid up her leg to her ass, gripping it with fingers that remembered the way it felt naked. He could feel the warmth of her behind her hand, right where her legs joined, teasing him more than her words ever could. He wanted her and he wanted her bad. The pleasant shivers her hand on his cock were sending through him weren't helping him with whatever shreds of control might be dangling around in the closet.

Then the closet door opened, cheers and shouts being tossed inside at them as he kept her up against the wall. He jerked her shirt down to hide her breasts, thankful that while they might guess at what her hand was doing, they couldn't see it. Then he told them to close the fucking door.

Erica laughed, her head dropping to press to his chest in amused laughter. Her forehead rested near his shoulder, trying to halt that laugh as he scrambled to cover her and what they weren't actually doing.

She leaned in against his neck, warm words pressing to his skin, "Everyone saw."

Everyone better not have saw, or he'd be doing a lot of asskicking later. Or more like getting his ass kicked in an attempt to defend what little honor either of them had left. But the door was closed and her mouth was against his skin again and he shuddered. "Another reason why we shouldn't do this here."

If she wanted a closet, he had some perfectly nice ones at home that they could play in completely uninterrupted. Uninterrupted, Erica.

She licked his neck, playful and teasing, "But we were doing this here."

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