goddammits | (no subject)

God, how not surprised am I that you lied.

[ He backs up a little, until his back hits the wall of the tiny dressing room. ]

[ Cue the poutiest of pouts. ]

But I lied for good reason...

[ Her fingers press into his collarbone and walk their way from the collar of Cisco's t-shirt down to his belly button and onward, getting closer and closer to his jeans. ]

[ God, the things that pout does to him... ]

Are you really gonna— Here?

[ He glances at the curtain that's barely concealing them from the rest of the store. ]

[ The pout turns into a smirk when her plan finally clicks in his head. ]

Why not? C'mon, it'll be fun.

[ Already, she's playing with the hem of his tshirt, manicured fingernails dipping underneath to lightly scratch at the skin there. ]

[ He hisses, his stomach muscles tensing. He was already hard under his jeans just from watching her try on lingerie, and this certainly isn't doing anything to help matters. ]

Getting arrested for indecent exposure in a Victoria's Secret doesn't sound like fun...

[ He's doing a whole lot of nothing to stop her, though. ]

[ She leans closer, impossibly close, so that when she speaks her lips brush against his. ]

I promise, I'll be real quiet.

[ And hey, she might not even be lying about that one! ]

[ God help him, he's leaning in to kiss her. ]

[ And she's sliding her hands around his waist, pulling him closer until she can feel his erection against her bare thigh. She kisses him long and hard, then breaks it off, still smirking. ]

Atta boy.

God, you're so...

[ He splays one hand open across the small of her back, feeling the warmth of her skin just above the lacy top hem of the panties. He'd be lying if he said the risk of getting caught wasn't kind of a thrill. You're a bad influence, Lisa Snart. ]

[ And you're usually such a good influence, Cisco Ramon. Let her rub off on you for once. ]

...So what? Use your words.

[ Though she has no intention of making it easy for him to do so, one hand coming up to brush his hair back so she can press wet kisses along his neck and then gently tug at his earlobe with her teeth. ]

[ Oh, there's definitely going to be so rubbing off happening here. ]

Intense? Insane?

[ He tips his head back and it hits the wall with a dull thud. ]

[ Like putty in her hands. He really is too perfect. ]

Those aren't words that'll make a girl want to take her clothes off, Cisco.

[ And yet, here they were, her already half naked. ]

Intense is a pretty good one for you, though, you gotta admit...

[ He slides his hands down her hips, thumbs catching on the fabric of the panties, but not quite enough to tug them down. ]

[ She thinks about it and shrugs a bit. ]

Mm. That one I'll keep.

[ And just to prove it, time for more kissing. Mouth open this time. ]

[ He'd make some quip about Snarts being insane, too, but this isn't exactly the appropriate time to bring up her brother.

Anyway, he's bringing a hand up to her hair, the other sliding down over her ass after only a moment's hesitation. ]

[ She moans slightly into the kiss, arching her back so her belly presses against his and her ass presses more firmly into his hand. She is so turned on, between the success of drawing Cisco out, the danger of being caught, and the sheer fact that yeah, she actually does like this guy. ]

[ And oh, does that sound ever go straight to his dick. He shifts forward against her and squeezes a palmful of her ass. Some small, rational part of his mind is still shouting at him to knock it off, they're going to get caught, but it's so hard to listen to that when she's pressing up against him like that, all hot and wanting him. ]

[ She takes his shift and his squeeze as permission to keep going, and drops her hands to the front of his jeans, deftly undoing his fly. She won't move too fast, though, simply dip her fingers beneath the elastic of his underwear. Her hands ignore the business end, so to speak, instead sliding over to hang onto his skinny little hips. ]

[ It's his turn to groan into the kiss, her hands so close to where he wants them when she's undoing his fly, only to leave him wanting. So he pulls her flush against him and rocks forward, squeezing her ass again. ]

[ Ooh, someone's eager. She grins into the kiss, dragging his waistband down to free his erection, then bringing a hand between them to palm its length. ]

Mmm. So hard for me, baby.

[ He groans again, much louder than he intended, but it's hard to remember to be quiet when the woman you've been in mutual lust with for ages has her hand on your dick. ]

Yeah, oh...

[ He trails his other hand down her back, then skims his fingers up her side. ]

[ His touch sends shivers down her spine and makes her want him then and there, but she doesn't have a condom, so that will have to wait until later. In the meantime, she wraps her long fingers around his dick and strokes. ]

Tell me how you want it, baby. Like this, or...?

[ She licks her lips. ]

This, this is good, this is great...

[ He wants what that lip-lick suggests, too, of course, but first, he wants something else. He drags his fingers down over her belly, teasing two fingertips just into the front of the panties. ]

[ Her eyebrows raise as his fingers wander. Where is he going with this?

Oh well, gonna keep on stroking his dick until he makes a move. ]

[ He slides his hand down over her mound until he can press two fingers against her clit, rubbing and then pushing more firmly until his fingertips are just barely pressing into her. ]

God, you're so wet...

Edited 2016-01-31 08:19 (UTC)