1-13-12
3:10am
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.
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Title–Want: to wish, need, crave, demand, or desire (originally named Fuck It)
Chapter 3–What
By–Moon Prynces
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One of his hands lay on her exposed hip, long fingers partly hidden by the cloth of her shirt, short though it was. The other was placed on the wall as something else to support himself.
Though maybe they didn't need it – with the way they were mashed together, lips moving vigorously.
They didn't care about being loud, so when he did move his lips to continue an assault down her jaw, neck and then chest she moaned earnestly and put her hands to the back of his head.
She was thankful they had already discarded the outerwear. Her jacket, his hoodie and hat were somewhere on the floor nearby...or maybe they'd tossed the articles further away. She couldn't really tell in the dim (near-nonexistent) lighting.
Somehow she still had the consciousness to say, "You know," before stopping with an intake of breath.
The hand previously on the wall went to her thigh and lifted the leg up to invite himself further into her personal space.
It made her gasp in surprise and pleasure, the friction of their jeans making her grow hotter and her skin in particular spots becoming overly-sensitive to any and everything.
His lips paused at her shirt's low neckline (also thankful she didn't have on that necklace today) and reversed their course, stopping at her neck this time to work harder at a particular spot. A few fingers from the hand holding up her leg made short, almost scratching, strokes on the back of her thigh that made her insides contract.
He knew her weaknesses even before the first time.
Even with her eyes rolled back in her head and breathing ragged she wasn't going to do nothing.
One of her hands moved to the side of his neck, thumb at his pulse point, while the other scraped green painted fingernails down the back of his bright shirt.
Then they slid up again – this time without a barrier between her palm and his skin.
She felt him shudder and heard the pleased hum he couldn't help but make.
She was only halfway up when he simultaneously gripped her thigh tighter and pushed his hips forward in-between her legs. It caused her to tense up, her hand on his back clawing helplessly as she watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, lips slightly parted.
...Watched him smirk down at her knowingly.
She tried to glare through it, but only managed an intense, what-are-you-waiting-for kind of look that had him getting more and more excited as the seconds passed.
His smirk turned into a lopsided grin, eyes reflecting the same impatient sentiment back at her.
This was where she rolled her body toward him, her face moving closer to his. He lost his grip on her leg when breath, then mouth and tongue reached the very top of his jaw, a spot right behind his ear. The hand still on his neck helped guide him closer and she felt him relax against her, as he did whenever she pulled this move.
Then she carefully walked forward, forcing him to move backward and – this was not really part of the plan but – he stumbled and fell back onto the stairs instead of hitting the wall she had been so sure was there.
His foot hit the lowest step, then his butt landed on another, and finally his back harshly rubbed the edge of one as well. The worst part was the added weight of his partner who almost knocked her head into his jaw.
She sat up quickly, her knees placed on either sides of his waist, in an attempt to regain control of the situation. She let him shake off the impact in order to pull off her shirt and throw it to some corner of the room.
He noticed this and tried to move forward to touch the revealed skin, but she put a hand on his chest and pushed him back down to lay somewhat uncomfortably against the stairs. It made him grit his teeth, wanting to at least pull off his own shirt too.
It wasn't so bad though, when she leaned in to resume making out like hormonal teenagers. Because he had the chance to slide his hands up and down the smooth skin of her arms before proceeding to her shoulders and then framing her face.
"I was sayin'...that...sometime soon..." she mumbled between a few kisses, their lips pulling apart with a satisfying sound each time.
But then it was lost as their speed and intensity increased with her unintentionally grinding her body onto his, wanting to be closer, wanting...something more.
Her slight bangs brushed his face just as her bra brushed his shirt, and he might as well not have it on at all because he could feel every stitch of the damn thing she wore.
It distracted him, as did their kiss, so he groaned when she gripped the side of his jeans tightly – an unconscious action.
She pulled back and he opened his eyes in time to watch her slowly retreat from his space like a predator, eyes gleaming with a taunting smile.
Her hands went to his belt buckle and, to make things interesting, his hands went to hers just a moment after.
They kept eye contact while slowly undoing each other's accessory.
Until she cheated and trailed her hand lower, startling him into tilting his head back with a moan and grabbing her hand to keep it on the same spot.
She smirked down at the involuntary expression he wore, not even able to look at her or anything else in the moment.
He didn't mind being pushed down onto the steps with his back pressed against them awkwardly as she crawled all over him delightfully. He didn't mind her on top, letting her do as she pleased – which entailed pleasing him…
…until it turned into just teasing him. They just weren't the type to take things slow. It was killing him. On a normal night they'd both be naked two minutes ago.
So this was why he sat up, her (and her hand) still in his lap, wrapped his unoccupied arm around her waist and removed the other from holding her wrist in order to push himself into standing up.
Yeah, it made his legs ache a bit, but there was another kind of aching he really wanted to take care of at the moment.
She was against this move, of course, but had no way to stop the quick action except to hurriedly wrap her legs around his waist and arms around his neck, forcing their clothes and skin to rub against each other again.
He walked to the nearest piece of furniture and...
Her back hit the counter pretty hard. But the only sound this produced was a low moan, as her tongue was already busy.
Still, the cold surface had her hissing and gasping and moaning whenever it touched exposed flesh.
Her wriggling eventually led to her feet touching the floor again, because his hands were itching to do more than just hold her in the air.
There was the frantic rustling of clothes being discarded, and skin and lips and teeth moving against each other. Then he lifted a single leg up again and pushed forward quickly, a move that had her slapping her palms on the counter and leaning back with her mouth open, eyes closed.
He didn't grin and she didn't make any playful ribs.
It was fast-paced and forceful and with some amount of pain that blended oh-so-well with the pleasure.
He watched through the dark as her figure arched back, palms reaching to grasp the edge of the counter and hair messy as it kept being jostled.
His face shadowed her own before descending on her chest, right in the middle. His movements slowed to something with more deliberate emphasis and she tried to reciprocate, one of her hands going to his butt and the other's knuckle being bitten down on.
Sometime later, only a few moments after things had gone still and they were still breathing heavily, lying halfway on the counter, she remembered something.
"We– we should try doing this on a bed at least once," she spoke jokingly between shallow breaths.
He paused and lifted his upper body from hers to stare blankly. "What?"
After a few moments both faces relayed surprised realization that they'd never done this in a bedroom, nevermind on a bed.
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1-18-12
9:08pm
I've had a bad day. So I didn't bother trying to post until now (after spending hours on imgur, finally getting a laugh). I'm torn between considering this one of the good things I've written or something that's...blah. Not sure if there will be another chapter or if this is it. Wanna suggest something for me to consider? You can message if you'd like.
If you couldn't tell, the couple is Taye and Mo. Why does no one write about Taye? I feel like her and Mo both have so much attitude and them clashing in any way would be so interesting to see. She does seem a little toned down and more mature since the first DC. Same with Mo. Maybe it's because they've got young'ins to raise? XD (Glitch and Li'l T, I mean.)
Here's something else you might not have heard but could possibly like. The song and awesomely edited video is a killer combination. Youtube. Put watch?v=VszypzWMJZc after site address.
Thanks for reading and please tell me what you think.
1-20-12
2:10am
I keep forgetting about this re-upload. I'll try to remember to update in the next couple of days. Only two more chapters!
To Glitchlover66: There's no need to worry about how many reviews this story has. Technically it had about five per chapter before it was removed. Though they won't come up again, I still have the emails saved with all those encouraging and delighted words. I only feel bad because this story was on people's favorite lists and such and now it's not and they might not realize and all that! Sigh. Thanks for your reviews though!
6-24-12
4:22am