1-06-12
11:02pm
Summary–Boy and Girl can't seem to keep their hands off each other behind closed doors. Five drabbles, five random couples. Can you guess who?
Disclaimer–I do not own Dance Central, which belongs to its respective owner(s) and is only being used in a fan-made, fictional story.
EDIT 6-4-12: This story was reported and taken down because of the title. Now that I think about it... yeah that was dumb of me. The original title was because I couldn't think of anything then either! I'm sorry about this! Will re-upload over the next few days.
xoxo
Title–Want: to wish, need, crave, demand, or desire (originally named Fuck It)
Chapter 1–Want It
By–Moon Prynces
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She didn't remember climbing into his lap until she heard the material of her socks rubbing against the material of his shorts.
It wasn't even all that loud.
But it pushed her garments lower down, past her knees, and his bunched up awkwardly in this already slightly awkward position.
And when she arched back a quick moment, her mouth falling open while his moved over her neck and collar bone, she caught sight of their matching dark jackets on the floor and couch. It was only a glimpse before her eyes rolled upward and inevitably closed.
"Oh my god," she breathed out, eyes still shut.
"What?" he mumbled, moving back up her neck and unintentionally feeling her rapid pulse.
"I shouldn't have worn this today," she admitted when he pulled back with a half grin and slightly raised brow.
He shifted his hips cockily, instantly spiking her regret, thinking him an ass and causing her forehead to fall onto his shoulder.
She could almost hear him saying something like, "At least they're still on."
Even though he didn't say anything (not with words anyway) she still felt her insides burn hotter than just a second before. It was why she sat up straight again and began eagerly pulling up his shirt, which he easily went along with, and soon it joined the group on the– well, wherever it landed.
And then she groaned and put her head back on his shoulder upon seeing the undershirt he still had on, though it was only a thin, white tank.
The groan turned into a sigh of appreciation when she felt hands bigger than her own at the edge of her outfit. The pads of his fingers rubbed suggestively at the skin already exposed but stayed away from any motion too arousing.
It was the perfect amount of pressure and casual timing that slowly built up her excitement.
Until a few fingers of one hand lifted the elastic trim just a smidge and let go, snapping it at her skin unexpectedly so she jumped and glared.
He grinned back and kicked off his footwear before leaning his face seemingly close to her chest in an effort to reach her own shoes as well. It was worth it for the startled look she presented.
Imagine what her reaction would be minus some more clothes and if he'd actually made contact. It screwed with his usual patient nature and he almost gave in to temptation despite her still being (much too) clothed.
Instead he kept his control, slowly dropped her sneakers to the floor – one at a time – and then wrapped an arm around her waist before abruptly turning her onto the sofa with him looming overhead.
They were both grateful for a change of position.
His face moved closer until their lips touched again, and he used this as a distraction to slowly slide off her socks, revealing smooth, tanned legs that he couldn't wait to feel. It was a good thing even he got caught up in the feverish kiss, because if he tried to watch while undressing her he might just rip something.
When the second one was gone he placed an elbow next to her head to support himself while the other hand landed on her calf and moved its way upward.
She started squirming beneath him. Through the still ongoing kiss. Through the, at first, feather light scrape that turned into a grasp as if he were trying to make sure he knew every inch of her. But mostly through the fabrics still separating them in what had to be millions of lightyears from each other.
It didn't help her desperation when his hand reached the top of her leg, curling around the back of her thigh and his fingers brushed a place on her outfit that she most wished would disappear already. She refused to wrap her legs around his torso, even with the perfect opportunity at hand, until they weren't so…obstructed.
"Mmm," she moaned while pushing his shoulders back so she could actually speak. "Can we just get naked already?" she asked hurriedly through labored breath and wanting expression.
His lips turned upward in response.
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1-7-12
4:04am
The title is actually a funny coincidence that it goes decently well with this fic but really just reflects my frustration at the moment in time with writing just about anything. This story is a product of trying to get out of that rut, funk, whatever you want to call it.
I got tired of the plot I've been writing the past few days and just wanted to get to something juicy. I just wanted to see a kiss. Somehow I got into writing more than that... The couple isn't obvious but it's Emilia and Bodie, as that's what I was trying to write in another story.
I'm not used to writing erotica or getting too close to it. I usually try to walk that line of enough and yet not enough. I try to make you want more, I suppose. I'm not sure yet if I find this drabble satisfying. Maybe I'll try to write another for another random Dance Central couple.
Tell me what you think. Please.
5:35am