sweetestsurrender | { In Your Lap Meme }

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{ In Your Lap Meme }

IN YOUR LAP

Some things don't need explanations. Chicken wings. Wonderful weather. Guilty pleasures like Michael Bay movies. This meme is one of those things. It's simple: one character is in another's lap, and eventually the two get hot and heavy. Whether it's a friend sitting on a lap because there's no room, couples cuddling, or a stripper giving a lap dance, one thing will lead to another...after all, the loss of personal space can certainly set actions (and more) in motion.

Prompts

Innocent Lap Sitting: It's just a friendly gesture. Maybe you're enjoying a movie or a dinner together. Nothing wrong with that!
Romantic Canoodling: You two are spending some time together, and there's no way to be closer than to snuggle up in your lover's lap.
Out of Necessity: No more room on the bench, in the booth, or on the couch? There's a place on their lap.
Amateur Lap Dance: Just something sexy between lovers. Or maybe more silly than sexy.
Professional Lap Dance: Better break out the ones. This lap dance will cost you.
Dare: Nobody ever thought you'd get this close and personal, so they pushed you into doing it.
Pointed: They said you couldn't turn them on so easily. Challenge accepted.
Accidental: Oops, you've fallen! Good thing this lap was there.
Step Back I Feel a Little Poke: Wait. What's this? Maybe you should wiggle your hips a little to find out.
Lovemaking Lapsitting: Riding someone while they're sitting up can make the rider feel powerful, since they're on top, but the one being ridden may notice just how soft and small they are...and embrace them out of instinct.

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Wufei blinked as he was hugged from behind, letting out a soft sigh. "I'm not mad," he promised quietly. "You're drunk, and it was an accident. Let's go inside, and if it'll make you feel better I'll get out the ointment and you can put it on any spots that are bruising," he offered, mostly because he didn't know what else to do with Duo being... Like that. He was always expressive, but rarely so vulnerable.

And he was really starting to regret his own actions even more. Duo was obviously much drunker than he'd realized when they were still at the bar, and he'd gone and kissed him. Practically taunted him into what amounted to a lap dance. Yeah, the guilt was going to eat him alive tonight.

"Not as drunk as you think I am." He mumbled. He was drunk, but it would take a lot more than he'd drank to actually impact his judgement. The level of drunk he was at only loosened him up and made him a little more fun than usual. A little more eager to touch, if given the opportunity.

But he was starting to believe that that Wufei was honestly mad at him and the longer it went on the more on edge Duo felt. And now he'd gone and hurt him.

For a moment his arms around Wufei tightened and his eyes closed.

Then he let go and stepped away.

"Sorry. How bout you get the door open so we're not giving your neighbours something to gossip about?"

"No? Then you'll have to prove it to me once we're inside," he replied, settling one of his arms over Duo's as he was squeezed gently.

A strange feeling twisted in his chest when Duo pulled away, and he turned his attention to the door, unlocking it and disabling the other... security measures... before pushing the door open and holding it for Duo. "Leave your shoes by the door," he reminded, more out of habit than anything, and mostly because Trowa never did unless he was told.

Once they were in, he closed the door and rearmed the security measures. "Tea, water, or soda?" he asked, as he traded his shoes for slippers and made his way into the kitchen.

Duo just nodded and waited for Wufei to be done opening the door. Once inside he was already bending to remove his boots when Wufei told him to do. He glanced up with a half smile, gestured to his boots, and then laughed as he took them off.

"Uhh... Soda?" he knew tea was probably the correct choice in Wufei's eyes, but he wasn't a big tea drinker. The caffeine hit would go a long way to sobering him up too.

He huffed out a laugh. "Sorry. Trowa's always halfway to the dining room before I get the words out, tracking dirt everywhere," he shook his head, fetching a soda -- Duo's favorite brand, even -- from the fridge, and getting a glass of water for himself. He needed to sober up, and drinking water was probably the fastest way to do it.

Duo just smiled and padded along after Wufei to take the soda. After unscrewing the cap and taking a long drink, he sighed and leaned against the wall.

"That's better. Thanks, Wu."

Wufei hummed in reply, taking a long drink from his water before turning to face Duo, leaning against a counter. "So if you're not as drunk as I think you are, that means you'll remember this tomorrow unless I pour more whiskey down your throat, doesn't it?"

"You want me to forget?" Duo questioned with a puzzled tilt of his head. Why would he want that?

"You'd have to use a hell of a lot of whiskey. If it's so bad I won't mention this again..." Duo shrugged. "I'm sorry I touched you. But it's your own fault for daring me..."

"Yes, I imagine the memory of me drunkenly and forcefully kissing you will be treasured," Wufei replied dryly, giving his head a shake. Maybe he was the one who was too drunk, just doing that little movement had the world spinning on him, and he was glad he was already leaning against the counter.

He waited a few seconds for things to stop spinning and went to grab the whiskey out of his freezer, setting it on the counter and getting a couple more glasses out. "Do you want some or not?" He, for one, was going to get himself the rest of the way to blackout drunk, if the amount he poured into the first glass was any indication.

"Is that what this is about?" Duo murmured, even more confused.

He watched quietly for a few moments while Wufei poured himself a drink. Duo put his soda aside before he slowly approached. When he was close enough he reached out to move the glass out of Wufei's way.

"I'm sorry." The apology given, Duo brought his hands up to cup Wufei's face between them and leaned in to kiss him with deliberate intent.

Wufei was very confused. He'd lost all ability to judge his level of drunkenness, or Duo's, or how much time was passing, or how close he was, or... wait. That was a kiss. Duo? Was kissing him?

He blinked a few times, waited until Duo pulled back. "I don't understand," he murmured softly.

He must be very, very drunk. "I think I may have alcohol poisoning."

"Or you're a fucking idiot." Duo sighed and pulled back a bit and his hands dropped. How hard was this to understand?

"You think I go around climbing into anyones lap? Or kissing anyone? You've seen me drunk, Wufei. Tell me. When?"

Wufei made a sound of agreement. "Never," he said with a small nod. "Hallucinations are a symptom of alcohol poisoning. I wouldn't have expected it to feel so real, though," he replied, a blush rising on his cheeks. But if it was a hallucination, then it was fine if he kept going. So he leaned in and kissed Duo again, sighing softly into it this time.

Most definitely a dumbass.

But when Wufei leaned in this time, Duo moved into it and pushed Wufei up against the counter with both hands reaching for the edge, bracketing Wufei in. Then he smiled and returned the kiss, soft at first, brushed of lips against lips... Until he gave Wufei's lower lip a light nip.

"... Do hallucinations bite?" he asked playfully.

The dumbest of all asses.

He made a little sound as he was boxed in, and decided instead to loop his arms around Duo's neck, relaxing into the kiss. Another sound when he was nipped, blinking his eyes open, and considered the question carefully. "Probably not," he conceded, "but it doesn't make any sense."

"What doesn't make sense?" Duo asked between kisses to lips, the corner of Wufei's lips and his cheek. He smiled. "Think it makes sense if you consider I like you."

Wufei hummed softly, closing his eyes and enjoying the little kisses with a smile. "That's the part that doesn't," he murmured. "I'm very uptight, no fun at all, and you're the person everyone wants to hang out with. I'm just lucky you come drink with me once in a while," and if his cheeks were crimson, so what? He was probably dying in an alley somewhere anyway, what did it matter if he confessed to everything? "You're everything I've ever wished I could be, and then you smile at me and I just wish I could be next to you always. It's so stupid," he leaned back against the counter, kept his eyes closed because he was too afraid Duo'd be gone when he opened them.

Duo let Wufei lean away and remained where he was, just staring quietly now that his ability to kiss had been temporarily thwarted.

Wufei was just so damn cute. Stubborn and stoic and grumpy and Duo didn't know why, but he kind of liked it. Liked riling him up and getting under his skin. And it looked like he'd crawled under his skin a little deeper than he'd realised.

"So what you're saying is you like me back?" Duo asked with a wide, delighted grin. "Really? Say it? I wanna hear it. Please? "

Another hum, and Wufei let out a long sigh. "I am hopelessly, uselessly, irrationally in love with you," he replied, and dared to open his eyes, to look upon this version of Duo, and felt his heart ache as he leaned in again, and this time pillowed his head on Duo's shoulder. All else being equal, this wasn't such a bad way to die, if he got to pretend right until the very end that he was here with Duo, and much less drunk than he must've been to be having such vivid hallucinations.

That or he was going to be horrified with himself in the morning. "Stay," he begged, voice barely a whisper.

That was so much more than he was expecting. Wufei loved him? He would never have guessed... He'd always pissed him off. Irriteded him into bouts of anger. Duo genuinely thought Wufei would kill him in his sleep one of these days, probably tonight after what he'd done in the bar.

But now?

Wufei's head was on his shoulder and for a long few seconds Duo wasn't sure what to do. But at that whispered word, suddenly he had an idea.

His arms moved to wrap Wufei within them, pulling him closer and holding onto him tight. "I didn't plan on leaving." He answered warmly. "Hoped you'd want me to stay..."

Wufei nodded, melting into the embrace and smiling a little. "Maybe I should get this drunk more often," he murmured, and pressed a kiss to Duo's neck. "It feels so real."

It was probably going to take a hangover to convince him it was, but at least it was a start.

"What're you talking about? Wufei, I'm not a damn mirage. I'm as real as I've always been." Most definitely real. That kiss to his neck had tickled and dreams didn't usually tickle. It felt good though. Good enough for him to close his eyes and sigh softly.

"Stop being an idiot. Can I only like you in your dreams? Can you only be honest with me if you don't think I'm real? That blows, Wu. Means when you sober up you're gonna ignore me again, huh? Pretend this never happened? Nope. Not gonna accept that. So get it through that thick skull. I. Like. You. Fuck, more than that, I love you." the words came easy, even if they were words he'd never said aloud before. He'd fancied Wufei for ages now. Alcohol had loosened his tongue but his words... "And I never lie, Wufei."

Duo got a firm squeeze for his troubles, and Wufei sighed again. "If I'm still alive tomorrow, I'll believe you," he promised, and kissed Duo's neck again. "What time is it? Can we go to bed?" So morning would come sooner and he could find out just how real this was or wasn't.

Another sigh and a smile along with it.

"It's a good time to sleep, yeah. C'mon, I'll tuck you in." And he'd be good as well. Kissing was fine. But with Wufei being drunk and not even sure that what was happening was real, Duo wasn't about to try anything else.

He pulled back, stepping back and out of Wufei's arms so that he could take his hands instead. "Show me where your room is, Wu?"

He nodded, sliding his hand into Duo's easily and smiling a little at the feeling, leading Duo down the hall to his bedroom. It was the only part of the house that traded the simplicity and straight lines for something warmer and downright cozy. The walls were painted a dark brown reminiscent of oiled wood, the curtains and bedding was a dark burgundy-red, and there was a bench under the window with plants, mostly bamboo because he was often away for extended periods of time and bamboo were easy to care for -- and replace. The furniture was all rounded corners and dark wood, with brushed bronze hardware. Atop the dresser was his altar, several sticks of incense already set up and waiting to be burnt. The bed was soft and plush and everything they hadn't had during the war, like crawling into a cloud to sleep, and that was where he headed, kicking his slippers under the bed and crawling onto the comforter with a happy sigh. "It's so soft."

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