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]

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.

[better]

"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.

[teenyoda]

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."

[better]

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.

[teenyoda]

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.

[better]

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.

[teenyoda]

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.

[better]

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.

[teenyoda]

"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.

[better]

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.

[teenyoda]

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.

[better]

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."

[teenyoda]

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.

[better]

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

[teenyoda]

"We could move." He turned his head to let his nose get tickled by her hair, taking a good whiff of it.

[better]

Erica nipped at his skin, "Maybe another day, Stiles. A Tuesday."

[teenyoda]

Yeah, she was definitely trying to kill him. With sex or the threat and promise of it. "Tuesday?" Don't tease him, Erica. Cruel. So cruel.

[better]

"Tuesday," she breathed against his neck, pressing the word to the damp spot left behind by her tongue. "Tuesday you can move me."

[teenyoda]

Move. It sounded so dirty when she said it like that. Move. Move her. Was it Tuesday yet? "O-Okay." God, her tongue.

The stint of the door opening hadn't lessened his erection any, but he was trying to get himself back under control, to be able to pull away and tuck it back where it belonged so he could get out of there and think about all the moving he wanted to do.

[better]

She didn't really want to move away from him, her legs wanting to remain wrapped around him. She shifted slightly against his frame, "You okay?"

[teenyoda]

"Oh, I'm okay. I'm great. I'm also partially revealed here and uh, wondering how I'm going to zip my pants up." He wasn't inclined to move away either, his whole being telling him to move closer, to move in.

[better]

Her mouth roamed against his neck, traveling to beneath his ear. She let her mouth brush to his lobe, tongue teasing to the edge of it. Erica huffed an exhale before nipping to his ear, "Do you need help?"

[teenyoda]

The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. "I need you."

He stilled after he spoke, forehead dropping down to rest on her shoulder. Way to play it cool, Stiles. God, he was an idiot.

[better]

Lips dragged against his ear and then to behind it, pressing kisses to his neck and wherever she could ply her lips to. She liked this, liked the warm rush that pushed to her skin at the utterance from his lips. She liked thinking that she could do this to someone, that it wasn't just a one time urge.

Her fingers brushed up the nape of his neck, holding him close to her, "I'm right here." The words had an edge of teasing to them, but she was being honest for a moment, too.

[teenyoda]

"I know." And it was killing him. What his body wanted and what his mind was telling him was okay were two clashing titans in his mind. "But I want to move you properly."

So he was running with that euphemism for a little bit. Shut up.