Title: 30 Day OTP Challenge – Bering and Wells
Day/Prompt: 12 – Making Out
Rating: M/NSFW

Pairings: Bering and Wells
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It was slow and lazy while being fast and feverish all at once and it was igniting a slow burning fire along my skin. Everywhere she touched was like being scorched with white hot lightning, but when the touch was removed it chilled into the cold pain of absence. I didn't know which was worse but I couldn't be bothered to care. Every chill made me crave the scorch, every scorch made me crave the chill and my body was reacting on its own accord, completely disregarding my commands. The commands that I was trying desperately to issue so that I would keep myself in line. Laying on the couch in the middle of the living room required me to keep myself in line, regardless of how badly I want to let loose. I was back staring at my drug in the face and demanding that I not buckle, but oh god, it was hard. Being caught in the open was the only thing keeping me from ripping her button up off and ravishing her on the couch.

She was straddling my hips and my hands found hers, my fingers flexing into the rough material of her jeans. Her hands were pushing up my shirt as they glided over my stomach, causing the muscles to twitch while my skin flip flopped between being on fire and being ice cold.

And then our lips met. If her hands caused me to feel like I was on fire, her lips turned me into a volcano, ready to explode at her whim. The tips of her fingers danced along the bottom of my bra, finding the small opening between skin and silk material. My back arched to meet her touch while my hands moved from her hips to her back, trying to press her closer.

Our lips broke and in the silence of the house our desperate gasps for breath sounded like thunder. Or was that my pulse in my ears? I wasn't sure anymore. Still her finger tips danced on the underside of my breasts, teasing and eluding to what I could have if I would just give in. My lungs burned as I heaved heavy breaths and my mind raced. What if I decided to give in and ravish her, would it be so bad?

Her lips pressed against mine again, erasing thought. Her fingers left the underside of my breast for a moment and I felt the front clasp on my bra pop open. "Myka." I tried to make the tone sound warning but it came out more pleading, and trying to say it against her lips that were intent on making my body turn into nothing more than a puddle of liquid, didn't help.

"Yes?" She asked, pulling back just far enough that I could see her smirk as I felt her fingers flutter past my nipples.

"We can't." I struggled to say. I wanted it. No, I needed it. I needed it like I needed air, but I made a vow to myself that until we filled all the right paperwork and I went home to meet her parents, as her girlfriend, I wouldn't. I couldn't.

Her answer was her cocking her head to the side, as if to say challenge accepted, before her lips crashed against mine. Everything that was soft from before disappeared and I could feel my lips bruising under hers, but I didn't care. I pulled her as close as I could with her hands between us, her fingers ghosting over my nipples at her discretion, causing small mewing sounds to escape from my mouth. I felt her shift and thought nothing of it, too focused on her lips and pulling her close, until I felt a knee grind into the apex of my thighs. My back arched up, forcing our kiss to break and a moan to be ripped from low in my throat. My nails dug into her back, the fabric of her shirt stretching under the force. When my muscles finally released and I fell back onto the couch her lips hovered by my ear, her breath swirling around the ridges, dragging across skin and igniting a new fire.

"We can't?" It was phrased as a question but I knew she was poking fun at me.

Low in my stomach I felt the warmth swirling and I was going to give in, until the front door closed rather loudly. I sighed, partially in relief, partially in irritation. Myka pulled her hands out from under my shirt in a quick motion and moved to quickly sit at the other end of the couch while I attempted to sit up and clasp my bra under my shirt, which was supplying her with far too much amusement. I was still fumbling with the damn thing when Leena walked in, Claudia all but being dragged behind her.

"There is a reason you have bed rooms." Leena said, without so much as giving us glace.

I felt my face warm with embarrassment, but at least I hadn't broken my vow. This time. I don't know how much longer I could keep this up.