2-6-12
2:44am
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 5–First time for everything
By–Moon Prynces
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The only reason they hung out, in the beginning, was age.
They also both shared a love for dancing and music, and a hatred for school and the work that came with it. It had been enough to bond over, something to build a friendship on while discovering new things about each other.
A good amount of time had passed since the beginning.
It started because she just couldn't stop biting her lip.
One moment she was contemplating her math homework, staring down at the page worriedly and chewing on her lip, and the next she was tackled to the floor they were sitting on, with him chewing on her lip.
Her favorite hat – a gift from her sister – rolled off somewhere nearby.
She slid her hands up into his hair slowly...and then attempted to mess up his 'do.
He pulled back in that moment to grin crookedly and shake his head at her. She just grinned brilliantly back at him before pulling him down again.
One of his hands moved from holding himself up to trace the outline of her figure, starting with her hair - the hair that used to sit in two hair bands now in countless tiny braids, starting at her scalp and winding out into a mess of waves. He trailed further down her frame – the skinny frame she used to harbor now filled out in places that, at first, had him poking fun at her before he took the time to actually admire it.
And he stopped at the top of her thigh, covered by a thin pair of jeans, so she could feel his fingers grabbing onto her leg.
He squeezed twice in quick succession, and it was enough to make something inside her start pulsating.
She surprised him by pushing herself up, lips still attached and giving each other quite a workout. He moved back to accommodate the move, steadying himself.
The new jacket that she had mocked was...well, she hesitated at first. Her hands stopped just before meeting the material and she pulled away from the kiss to tilt her head down and stare at it blankly.
It would be a first...
He watched her face a moment before one side of his lips quirked upward and his head leaned to the side knowingly.
When she caught sight of the look, challenging her to do it, she...she grasped it securely.
And then pushed it off his shoulders while startling (distracting) him with a kiss.
She threw it to the side and continued moving toward him, forcing him into the position she had been forced into. She pulled back again, their lips parting with sounds and moans, to sit up as she straddled him confidently.
"Your turn," she said cheekily, scrunching up her nose cutely for a second.
His eyes averted to the cropped jacket she had on (also lingering on her well defined anatomy shortly).
Then he suddenly grinned and met her eyes, shocking the girl into place as his hands placed themselves on her hips and slowly, sensually, felt their way upward.
He didn't mind that her breath stopped a moment when he accidentally rode her shirt up a little before it fell back into place. He tried not to get too excited at feeling her body take in and release air at shaky intervals. And he stopped with eight of his fingers grasping the sides of her torso and thumbs just under the outline of her bra.
And not once did they break eye contact, which only served to make her blush and him to smirk at the upper hand (metaphorically and literally).
But before his thumbs could pass over anymore covered skin, he abruptly pushed the jacket off her shoulders and tossed it next to them – the denim hitting the floor while she jolted at the quick action.
He smiled when noticing that she couldn't look him in the eye, hands resting between her legs on his stomach and face turned to the side.
For someone with so much attitude, he thought while struggling to push himself up into sitting.
A hand cupped the cheek she had turned to him and he waited for her to finally return his gaze. When she did, still looking bashful, he leaned in so she closed her eyes with head tilted down submissively to mutter with a quick kiss, "Your turn."
After he pulled back and paused to see her eyes still shut and head back to the previous starting position he was confused, and maybe a little worried.
And then, like lightning, she reached toward him, ripped off his shirt and let it fly behind her.
The mischievous smirk and surprise attack made his eyes widen and insides liquefy instantly.
She followed up by reattaching their lips and sliding her hands from his bare stomach around to his back. Then they reached up to land on each shoulder, pulling them closer together in a hug that he reciprocated by winding one of his own arms around her middle as his other reached back to the floor to support them.
She accidentally shifted in his lap in a way that had him jerking away with wide eyes and a red face. She blinked curiously for a moment, biting her bottom lip, before realizing.
"Oops," she shrugged helplessly, trying not to smile and failing.
He smiled back through his fading blush. And his hands went to the hem of her shirt, but waited.
Waited for her attention, not permission.
She stared him down, hint of a smile on her face, as he slowly and cautiously pulled it up inch by inch. Her arms rose in time with it and soon it was off.
His actions stayed at the same pace while dropping it to the floor nearby, eyes never straying from hers.
She let out a shuddering breath – but not because it was cold. And she smiled when he reached up to finger one of the straps on the only garment that left them an uneven match so far.
Through the open window they could hear some noise pick up, but it was ignored as his hand moved to her face and then moved it to meet his.
It was quiet again for the moment, no shuffling of clothes being removed or playfully sung words. Just the slight sounds of lips moving against each other with great care and feeling, chests pressed together so that they could feel the other's heart beating and lungs expanding.
When they pulled apart, both breathing deeply with chests moving emphatically, she let her eyes fall to the waist of his pants, thankful they didn't have shoes on since entering the ho–
The door to his room slammed open with a shouted greeting.
His hands – which had been moved behind him to the floor to lean on – flew back up to wrap around the girl on his lap while his head turned to look behind him at the intruder...intruders?
The assembled group stared in shock, aghast.
Her eyes bugged out at the realization of their predicament and her own situation.
It was one thing that he didn't have a shirt on but another entirely that she didn't have one on. So she let herself sink into his form, her eyes peeking over his shoulder at the scene.
There were pointed looks from a few people before someone said, "We'll be waiting downstairs. Two minutes."
After the door was closed, one of the guys tilted his hat up slightly and sighed in relief. "Just in time."
A few of the others, one female in particular, nodded in agreement.
But back behind it, the teens pulled away slightly to look at each other. They both sighed in disappointment and carefully stood to gather their clothes.
When they turned to each other, fully dressed once again, she grinned and reached up to mess with the streak of color he still liked to put in his hair. It gave him opportunity to twist her hat to the side in retaliation.
The playful moment devolved into one last, lingering kiss in which she stood on her toes and he tried not to touch anything but her waist.
They shared a look while walking to the door, hands clasped together.
"Think they'll ever figure it out?" she questioned.
"Nah. They're not ready yet," he told her with a grin.
It had been a first, yes.
…Their first time undressing each other.
Everyone forced smiles when the two descended the stairs, already having dashed away the newly created (and unwanted) memories.
The only reason they hung out, in the beginning, was age.
Now, there were other incentives.
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2-7-12
4:30am
So, this is my final chapter for this story. Somehow, it turned into a series of sorts. I think it looks pretty good...
If you haven't figured it out, the couple was Glitch and Li'l T.
I had a few issues to work out before writing. One was that, even if they are close in age she still seems quite young. So I decided to imply a setting of a few years into the future, making the actions seem more appropriate. Another was that I wondered if their relationship and this chapter should be as adult or graphic as the last four. I worked it out pretty nicely, I think. The chapter doesn't devolve into anything rated R, sexual acts or complete nudity, but it's implied that these two have had sex before. Then again, I believe all chapters implied the couples have had sex before... XD
I suppose this chapter is dedicated to LilRay1260 and 12053, who seemed to really want to see Glitch and Li'l T together. I decided to make it happen.
Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading, reviewing and I'd love to hear what you think!
10:49pm
shitshitshitshitshit! I totally kept forgetting to update this! I'm so sorry for making you wait, Snowcakie and anyone who wanted to read a Glitch/Li'l T chapter! LAST CHAPTER GUYS! HOPE YOU HAD FUN! XD
7-20-12
2:37pm