2-1-12
2:47am
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 4–Mood
By–Moon Prynces
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(Note: Your playlist for this chapter, and in this order, are the songs "Come on Closer" by Jem and "Lollipop" covered by Framing Hanley.)
His usually careful and rigid posture was absent as he sat tiredly, head leaning back across the top of the couch and legs parted lazily.
She walked in the room with practiced steps, letting her hips swing deliberately.
And even though his eyes were closed he could see the image in his mind, burned there from so many encounters like this before.
Something in him churned to life just thinking about...everything.
He felt her place a knee between his open legs, on the barely enough space left from his horribly slumped figure.
A light hand slid up the side of his left leg, and he felt everything through the material of his pants, thighs tingling and tickled.
When the hand reached the top of his pants it passed over exposed skin and stopped there while she loomed closer. The next knee was placed on the outside of his leg and other hand went to the back of the sofa to steady herself.
"Comfortable?" she whispered into his ear, and her warm breath made him shiver involuntarily. "Ah, so you are awake."
"Not now," he said shortly, voice low and deep.
She smiled knowingly and let the tips of her fingers barely scrape the outline of his face. He didn't fight the gesture, flinch away, or grunt in annoyance.
One of his arms twitched when her hair accidentally brushed his collar bone.
Her hand kept moving though – barely-there touches down his jaw, a light tap on his neck and then collar bone...before landing flat on his chest.
There wasn't exactly a lot of material to separate them (from both ends, seeing as her accessories were gone).
She leaned into his personal space, carefully arching so her chest touched his, and her hand slid up to cup the back of his neck gently in a gesture that made his lips press together for a quick second.
"Hmm," she hummed softly, pressing her lips to a spot on his very exposed neck.
It was quick, but she pulled back slowly, examining his features coyly for some– anything.
Her grin rippled a moment, into something else.
"Please?" she finally questioned, sounding like a child.
Her free hand swept down his arm, small but still trying to wrap around the muscles in a loose grasp.
His answer came much later than he'd wanted. Strained, mumbled, hardly moving his lips at all he told her, "No."
She let out a sigh and carefully crawled over his still figure to sit right next to him.
Her thigh unintentionally pressed up against his, as well as the bare skin of their arms meeting. And then her head leaned onto him, a tad short to really reach his shoulder.
Her small weight and body heat... He tensed up, legs restless and straining against his will to do something while his insides (and outsides) throbbed from life to wanting.
She sighed again, letting out a sound this time, as her breathing became slower.
His expression revealed a struggle – jaw clenched, brows knitted, nostrils flaring momentarily.
His head lifted off the back of the couch and the hand that wasn't trapped between them moved to her face. He tilted her chin just so, her eyes closed as if in sleep...
...just so it was at the perfect angle for him to swoop in and cover her mouth with his.
She smiled through the demanding kiss, his other hand coming up to tangle into her hair.
And she didn't waste time, hands roaming all over his chest and back, retracing territory she was already familiar with.
He let her pull off the shirt, tossing it away as his glasses slid across the floor. But when he felt her hands at his waist – just about to grasp his pants – he stood, grabbing her upper arms and pulling her up as well.
She didn't mind anything, too enamored with their kiss and unwilling to pull apart for anything except the shedding of clothes.
She also didn't care about bumping into walls or furniture or opening her eyes to prevent these accidents as he led the way.
He undid her belt and had her stepping out of the dropped pants just before her butt hit something that rattled and moved and made her break away for a moment to turn to the side and get a glimpse of what it was.
Apparently they'd reached their destination. The bedroom, yes, but not the bed.
Her eyes, lids lower than normal, slid in his direction and ready to smirk, but he grabbed her shoulders and turned her around to feel his naked chest on her still clothed back and to stare at their reflections. She could even feel the material of his pants right against her legs, lined up almost perfectly.
She tried to glance at him, make direct eye contact, but he thwarted that too.
His head moved right next to her own, hovering over her shoulder as her brows came together. Then he took her hands and placed them on the dresser, bending over slightly and pressing his body onto hers.
She breathed in deeply, mouth opening in surprise and eyes begging.
He wasn't paying attention to her face though, his own turning into her neck and resting still, immersed in the moment.
It was hard to stay still, which was why she wasn't. The slight tickling of his nose on her neck made her tremble just a tiny bit, and her breath picked up, chest rising and falling with more emphasis.
She was so busy staring at her own face – noting the desperate look – that she jumped when large hands settled on her stomach, one closer to the waistband of her underwear and the other nearer to the tank she wore.
Her insides curled, a familiar feeling slipping down her system.
When she managed to avert her eyes, it was to see his. He stared at her through the mirror, not a single facial muscle twitching.
It was all eyes. Dark and brooding and unpredictable in a frame that towered inches over her own and strong physique she could never possibly match.
The warmth of his hands and intensity of his gaze made breathing harder, her body expanding and contracting with faster breaths that he could feel.
One hand stroked its way closer to her undergarment, a few fingers just on top of it before stopping abruptly. This cued the next hand to do the same in the opposite direction, sliding under her shirt slowly but also ceasing movement before the topography changed.
She wasn't sure why she didn't move her hands – maybe too caught up in what he was doing, caught up in watching it happen.
And she was shaking so badly in anticipation that when his hands moved again, simultaneously this time, her eyes closed and head leaned back onto his waiting shoulder.
He licked a spot on her neck when his right hand slipped under the fabric and stroked her teasingly. He kissed the same spot while his left hand crawled upward leisurely. And he bit down when his fingers did exactly what she wanted, making her knees shake and hands clawing at the dresser.
"Look." His voice cut through the sounds of her breathing hard and his hands stilled again, waiting until she opened her eyes to watch.
So she did. Watched every slight move and action, her clothes still in place so that she was surprised into gasping and jolting. Watched him close his eyes deliberately, feeling his way around.
And watched her own face, looking grief-stricken and teary-eyed – an expression she couldn't help.
It was later, curled up next to him that she recalled the image.
He sighed, closing his eyes to the ceiling. "Hm?" was all he asked.
She waited a moment. "My face," she started, glancing up at him briefly with her brows together. "Does it– Do I always look like that when we..."
When a minute passed without a response she peaked another look, for some reason feeling embarrassed enough that her cheeks warmed. And she found him with a small, but gentle, smirk on his face.
"Only if I'm doing it right."
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11:40pm
I decided to put the songs I listened to for inspiration at the top of this chapter. Hopefully you listened to them before or during your read because...they set the mood. Maybe my tastes are different but those two songs totally get me fired up, though they are so different. XD
Truth is, I was thinking I would try to write Oblio and Jaryn and possibly see what I could do with Kerith and Dare but...I was on deviantart and people love Dare and Oblio and I saw a lot of good things in it so I decided to try too. I think it turned out amazing. There were some more things I might have included, but decided to leave it as a drabble instead of attempting to work more of a plot in there.
I have one more chapter planned (can you guess who already?) and that will probably be the last.
Thank you for the support so far. The reviews are uplifting and it's just nice to hear what people actually think. Suggestions and criticism are welcome. Send me a message if you'd like. I'm quite free these days, though it feels like I'm busy.
Oh, did you get it? It was Oblio and Dare! =]
2-4-12
1:59am
Addressing reviews... To Snowcakie, I wanted to wait until posting this next chapter to address your suggestion and my response to reading it at the time was something like... "oh, just wait and see! winkwink" ... XD To the anonymous reviewer who said this story needs cake, I immediately started wanting cake but now that I think about it I'm wondering if you meant to incorporate cake in some lime-y situation... To the person who tried to respond to Snowcakie by your review, I wish you hadn't given it away so easily! =]
7-2-12
12:50am