Asian Kiss: Warming Up (8/?)
Title: Warming Up (8/?)
Pairing: Mike Chang/Tina Cohen-Chang
Rating: PG13/R
Summary: When Tina told Mike to pull the car over on New Years, this is not what he initially envisioned happening.
Basically this is nothing more than Mike/Tina sexy times. Seriously. Don't be looking for a plot because there is none. Also, don't be expecting many clothes on either of them by the end because there aren't. Next week we will return to regularly scheduled fluff of the teeth rotting kind.
Also, this is technically psykonaut07's Drabble from my Three Word Prompts post. It doesn't exactly follow your prompt, but the idea of 'First' was what inspired this whole chapter. I hope you like it!
“Pull over.”
“Now?”
“Yes. Now. Please?”
“Are you going to be sick or something?”
He knows he should have brought a bucket or something because New Year’s at Puck’s of course meant alcohol, and being one of the few driving meant he’d be driving at least a few of his drunken friends home. He really should have come prepared. He’s pretty sure his Mom even mentioned it to him before he left. Yet he’s kind of surprised it’s Tina requesting he pull over on their ride home because she’s not completely wasted like Finn was, hell, Mike doesn’t think anyone at the party was as wasted as Finn was but the dude sort of has a screwed up love life so Mike kind of gets it. But only kind of. But Mike ended up having to drive him home because Kurt wouldn’t let him in his car; what a crappy step-brother if you ask him. But back to Tina. Because Mike’s for sure seen her drink more, at Puck’s for the record, although never tequila, and he knows from experience how wretched that stuff can be. Which is likely why he’s driving tonight.
“Mike…”
Tina is not an inherently patient person; sure, she can be, but Mike knows it’s not something that comes naturally to her. And it’s not that she’s a spoiled only child, although Mike does think her never having to wait for the bathroom in the morning and have a cold shower is a crime considering how many times he did, it’s more about her independence. Tina’s just far more apt to do something for herself than wait around for others to get around to it. She’s not hung up on the instant gratification thing like Rachel is in Glee, and it’s not even that she’s demanding when impatient. Although Mike is intimately experienced with how much fun it is to turn the tables on her in bed and making her squirm with anticipation, Tina just goes and does things for herself. It’s actually really enjoyable to be with a girl that isn’t constantly needy. Not that he’s dated all that many girls, but knowing he isn’t going to be called on constantly to kill spiders is a big relief; mostly because Mike really hates spiders. But Mike isn’t sure how the amount of alcohol Tina’s had is impacting her patience, and he really doesn’t want to take any chances with a drunk Tina tonight. Especially because, while yes, he does love her dearly, the smell of tequila in his car is neither something he would appreciate or have a clue on how to get out from the upholstery.
He’s barely got the car in past neutral when Tina’s seat belt flies off, Mike’s hand moving to the door handle to follow her out. It’s likely a good boyfriend deed to hold her hair back even though it’s really cold outside and Tina’s got his jacket thrown over her shoulders since she forgot hers back at Puck’s. But she’s not out the door; instead, obviously ignoring the short dress she’s wearing, she leans over the gearshift between the driver and passenger seats, and holy hell. Her hands are grasping at his hair incessantly, somehow managing to position herself in his lap before Mike can really register what’s going on but hey, that’s okay.
She tastes like beer and tequila, no surprises there, but the taste as her tongue sweeps through his mouth is much better than he can ever remember a tequila shot being. His one hand is grasping for the slider on the side of his seat, trying to make more space for Tina between himself and the steering wheel; while she’s technically sitting on his lap, in a very favourable way, thank you very much, Mike doesn’t think it can be overly comfortable for the steering wheel to be digging into her back and anything he can do to keep her here like this longer is high on his priority list, even if he thinks he’s insane for wanting to put more space between their bodies. His other hand is grasping at whatever part of Tina he can find in the dark car- long locks falling around her shoulders, the intensely warm skin of her cheeks, smooth curve of her neck, rounded swell of her hips… anything he can get a hold on for a second. Anything.
The little voice in the back of his head keeps reminding him that a dark, admittedly beater, car with foggy windows will surely attract the attention of any cruising cop car, especially because it’s New Years and he kind of imagines crazy New Years sex in a car is a somewhat common thing, not that he’s ever done it before, but it'd be a hell of a way to ring in the new year. But as he finally gets a hold of the reclining lever, he could care less about the cops. He’s so going to enjoy this as long as it lasts. Tina shrieks as their combined weight causes the seat to fall back, Mike’s hands holding steady for a second around her waist, but as they both struggle to adjust to the new position Tina’s hips arch against his subtly.
“Tee…”
Mike knows that she knows exactly what she does to him, one leg wedging between his own as he hauls her up closer to him, her neck level with his mouth. He hates her dresses sometimes, the lacy high-collar ones especially, lips roaming over whatever skin he can nose the fabric away from around her neck. If he’s going to be honest, Mike hates all Tina’s clothing because what’s underneath is so much friggen better. He’d kind of like her naked all the time, even though he can’t imagine anyone else getting to see her like he does; he’d have to throw a few punches for sure. Although there is a certain additional satisfaction when his lips finally attach to her pulse point, teeth nipping at the soft skin and a shudder runs through her breathless body. Tina’s somehow hitched a knee up higher when he wasn’t paying attention, like how could he be when he’s got a view like this, and whatever combination of figure-eights and shifting her hips are doing is causing his own breath to come in short gasps, fingers digging into her waist because holy, holy, holy shit. He can’t help but twist his own just a bit to hear her gasp into his mouth. His jacket is easy to slide off her small frame, tossing it into the backseat pretty carelessly, and Mike finds the added benefit of their current position not just her hips but also how incredibly high her dress hem has ridden up her thighs, his hands kneading them possessively.
Her gasp, though, it’s the sexiest sound Mike’s ever heard. He originally thought it was her voice, and then her laugh when they’re naked and his fingers find the ticklish spot just beneath her bellybutton, but the more he’s with Tina the more he finds that her gasp, the kind that he can pull from her when she’s unsuspecting, makes his skin flush with pleasure. When she gasps like that it means he’s doing that to her and however insanely turned on she’s gotten him, he’s getting to her just as much. Call it an ego thing, but hearing her gasp makes him want to hear it again and again and again. But it might also be the second sexiest sound to the way Tina says his name when he’s got his thumbs brushing over her panties, lace of course; he doesn’t know what to call it other than a whimper that makes him want her so much more than he already does. He wants her so freaking much it’s painful.
Because with Tina, he wants her. All the damn time. At first he thought it was partially because he couldn’t completely have her; she was with Artie, and then they were taking it slow. But slow ended months ago and he still can’t get enough of her. And Mike’s seen some of his football buddies go through the phase where they go at it like rabbits with their new girlfriend until the novelty wears off. But there’s no novelty with Tina because it’s not purely about the sex; it’s about watching her come apart, and the sounds she makes, or the way that even when she promises to be careful his back always ends up with nail marks. He gets so much shit from the football guy for that even though he knows they’re just jealous bastards. There’s something about watching Tina at school, still shy and fairly reserved outside Glee, and knowing that behind that exterior there’s a ridiculously confident woman who does some fairly risqué things to him; things he never imaged he’d be into but Tina pretty much rocks his world.
Her fingers are incredibly fast at unbuttoning his shirt, especially since there’s no jacket overtop it, and Mike sucks at her bottom lip as his own hands reach around to pull at the strings keeping her dress closed. It can be frustrating as hell sometimes, trying to figure out how Tina’s snapped or laced or tied or zipped into her outfit, but he’s also gotten pretty fast with practice. It’s so much better than football practice, and he would trade every McKinley win for the reward of loosening the fabric enough that he can run his hands along the smooth skin of her back. The goose bumps beneath his fingertips are a result of the cool air in the car, Mike pulling back just long enough to watch the cool mist of Tina’s breath, short and laboured, form before she’s grasping impatiently at his shirt collar and pulling him into another searing kiss.
She’s fully straddling him now, rolling her hips over his groin and Mike’s struggling to sit up enough to pull the sleeves and bodice, yeah, he knows it’s called a bodice, of her dress down when she’s doing that and he’s still finding out how wonderful tequila can taste when it’s combined with mint lip gloss and the heady sent of Tina’s vanilla perfume that fills the car. Her hands get his shirt off before he can finish with her dress, Mike hissing as her fingernails trail down over his nipples with a smirk, the combination of that and the cold making them harden instantly. She’s a ridiculous tease like that. Tina’s hands are working on his belt buckle when he finally gets the fabric from her body, the black and purple pooling at her waist as his arms haul her against his chest, lace bra scratching against his skin. Trust Tina to coordinate her sets. It’s the most delirious kind of scratch, his thumbs rubbing over the small ribbons that dot the cups of the bra as her body arches against his.
He’s straining against his jeans, and the way Tina’s hand glosses over the bulge doesn’t help matters as she takes her sweet time, at least in his opinion, getting both the buckle and zipper undone. She whines as he bends down and lets his tongue lap over the curve of her breasts, undoing the clasp with a lazy touch but not removing the garment until Tina reaches up and removes it herself, shivering in the frigid air. He leans forward for just a moment, letting his breath catch one hardened bud before his tongue laps over her, grinning as she groans at when he pulls away.
“Mikeeeeee….”
“Mmm?”
“Stop teasing,” she mumbles into his lips, “and warm me up.”
“Demanding, demanding.”
He lets the tips of his thumbs gloss over the curve of her breasts slowly, running up and down while he admires the way Tina’s lip looks worried between her teeth until she grinds up against him, chest flush against his own and damn, he can totally feel her smile against his lips as he gasps her name this time. Damn tease. He knows the challenge has just been thrown down and honestly, to hell with the cops. New Years sex in a car it is.
Pairing: Mike Chang/Tina Cohen-Chang
Rating: PG13/R
Summary: When Tina told Mike to pull the car over on New Years, this is not what he initially envisioned happening.
Basically this is nothing more than Mike/Tina sexy times. Seriously. Don't be looking for a plot because there is none. Also, don't be expecting many clothes on either of them by the end because there aren't. Next week we will return to regularly scheduled fluff of the teeth rotting kind.
Also, this is technically psykonaut07's Drabble from my Three Word Prompts post. It doesn't exactly follow your prompt, but the idea of 'First' was what inspired this whole chapter. I hope you like it!
“Pull over.”
“Now?”
“Yes. Now. Please?”
“Are you going to be sick or something?”
He knows he should have brought a bucket or something because New Year’s at Puck’s of course meant alcohol, and being one of the few driving meant he’d be driving at least a few of his drunken friends home. He really should have come prepared. He’s pretty sure his Mom even mentioned it to him before he left. Yet he’s kind of surprised it’s Tina requesting he pull over on their ride home because she’s not completely wasted like Finn was, hell, Mike doesn’t think anyone at the party was as wasted as Finn was but the dude sort of has a screwed up love life so Mike kind of gets it. But only kind of. But Mike ended up having to drive him home because Kurt wouldn’t let him in his car; what a crappy step-brother if you ask him. But back to Tina. Because Mike’s for sure seen her drink more, at Puck’s for the record, although never tequila, and he knows from experience how wretched that stuff can be. Which is likely why he’s driving tonight.
“Mike…”
Tina is not an inherently patient person; sure, she can be, but Mike knows it’s not something that comes naturally to her. And it’s not that she’s a spoiled only child, although Mike does think her never having to wait for the bathroom in the morning and have a cold shower is a crime considering how many times he did, it’s more about her independence. Tina’s just far more apt to do something for herself than wait around for others to get around to it. She’s not hung up on the instant gratification thing like Rachel is in Glee, and it’s not even that she’s demanding when impatient. Although Mike is intimately experienced with how much fun it is to turn the tables on her in bed and making her squirm with anticipation, Tina just goes and does things for herself. It’s actually really enjoyable to be with a girl that isn’t constantly needy. Not that he’s dated all that many girls, but knowing he isn’t going to be called on constantly to kill spiders is a big relief; mostly because Mike really hates spiders. But Mike isn’t sure how the amount of alcohol Tina’s had is impacting her patience, and he really doesn’t want to take any chances with a drunk Tina tonight. Especially because, while yes, he does love her dearly, the smell of tequila in his car is neither something he would appreciate or have a clue on how to get out from the upholstery.
He’s barely got the car in past neutral when Tina’s seat belt flies off, Mike’s hand moving to the door handle to follow her out. It’s likely a good boyfriend deed to hold her hair back even though it’s really cold outside and Tina’s got his jacket thrown over her shoulders since she forgot hers back at Puck’s. But she’s not out the door; instead, obviously ignoring the short dress she’s wearing, she leans over the gearshift between the driver and passenger seats, and holy hell. Her hands are grasping at his hair incessantly, somehow managing to position herself in his lap before Mike can really register what’s going on but hey, that’s okay.
She tastes like beer and tequila, no surprises there, but the taste as her tongue sweeps through his mouth is much better than he can ever remember a tequila shot being. His one hand is grasping for the slider on the side of his seat, trying to make more space for Tina between himself and the steering wheel; while she’s technically sitting on his lap, in a very favourable way, thank you very much, Mike doesn’t think it can be overly comfortable for the steering wheel to be digging into her back and anything he can do to keep her here like this longer is high on his priority list, even if he thinks he’s insane for wanting to put more space between their bodies. His other hand is grasping at whatever part of Tina he can find in the dark car- long locks falling around her shoulders, the intensely warm skin of her cheeks, smooth curve of her neck, rounded swell of her hips… anything he can get a hold on for a second. Anything.
The little voice in the back of his head keeps reminding him that a dark, admittedly beater, car with foggy windows will surely attract the attention of any cruising cop car, especially because it’s New Years and he kind of imagines crazy New Years sex in a car is a somewhat common thing, not that he’s ever done it before, but it'd be a hell of a way to ring in the new year. But as he finally gets a hold of the reclining lever, he could care less about the cops. He’s so going to enjoy this as long as it lasts. Tina shrieks as their combined weight causes the seat to fall back, Mike’s hands holding steady for a second around her waist, but as they both struggle to adjust to the new position Tina’s hips arch against his subtly.
“Tee…”
Mike knows that she knows exactly what she does to him, one leg wedging between his own as he hauls her up closer to him, her neck level with his mouth. He hates her dresses sometimes, the lacy high-collar ones especially, lips roaming over whatever skin he can nose the fabric away from around her neck. If he’s going to be honest, Mike hates all Tina’s clothing because what’s underneath is so much friggen better. He’d kind of like her naked all the time, even though he can’t imagine anyone else getting to see her like he does; he’d have to throw a few punches for sure. Although there is a certain additional satisfaction when his lips finally attach to her pulse point, teeth nipping at the soft skin and a shudder runs through her breathless body. Tina’s somehow hitched a knee up higher when he wasn’t paying attention, like how could he be when he’s got a view like this, and whatever combination of figure-eights and shifting her hips are doing is causing his own breath to come in short gasps, fingers digging into her waist because holy, holy, holy shit. He can’t help but twist his own just a bit to hear her gasp into his mouth. His jacket is easy to slide off her small frame, tossing it into the backseat pretty carelessly, and Mike finds the added benefit of their current position not just her hips but also how incredibly high her dress hem has ridden up her thighs, his hands kneading them possessively.
Her gasp, though, it’s the sexiest sound Mike’s ever heard. He originally thought it was her voice, and then her laugh when they’re naked and his fingers find the ticklish spot just beneath her bellybutton, but the more he’s with Tina the more he finds that her gasp, the kind that he can pull from her when she’s unsuspecting, makes his skin flush with pleasure. When she gasps like that it means he’s doing that to her and however insanely turned on she’s gotten him, he’s getting to her just as much. Call it an ego thing, but hearing her gasp makes him want to hear it again and again and again. But it might also be the second sexiest sound to the way Tina says his name when he’s got his thumbs brushing over her panties, lace of course; he doesn’t know what to call it other than a whimper that makes him want her so much more than he already does. He wants her so freaking much it’s painful.
Because with Tina, he wants her. All the damn time. At first he thought it was partially because he couldn’t completely have her; she was with Artie, and then they were taking it slow. But slow ended months ago and he still can’t get enough of her. And Mike’s seen some of his football buddies go through the phase where they go at it like rabbits with their new girlfriend until the novelty wears off. But there’s no novelty with Tina because it’s not purely about the sex; it’s about watching her come apart, and the sounds she makes, or the way that even when she promises to be careful his back always ends up with nail marks. He gets so much shit from the football guy for that even though he knows they’re just jealous bastards. There’s something about watching Tina at school, still shy and fairly reserved outside Glee, and knowing that behind that exterior there’s a ridiculously confident woman who does some fairly risqué things to him; things he never imaged he’d be into but Tina pretty much rocks his world.
Her fingers are incredibly fast at unbuttoning his shirt, especially since there’s no jacket overtop it, and Mike sucks at her bottom lip as his own hands reach around to pull at the strings keeping her dress closed. It can be frustrating as hell sometimes, trying to figure out how Tina’s snapped or laced or tied or zipped into her outfit, but he’s also gotten pretty fast with practice. It’s so much better than football practice, and he would trade every McKinley win for the reward of loosening the fabric enough that he can run his hands along the smooth skin of her back. The goose bumps beneath his fingertips are a result of the cool air in the car, Mike pulling back just long enough to watch the cool mist of Tina’s breath, short and laboured, form before she’s grasping impatiently at his shirt collar and pulling him into another searing kiss.
She’s fully straddling him now, rolling her hips over his groin and Mike’s struggling to sit up enough to pull the sleeves and bodice, yeah, he knows it’s called a bodice, of her dress down when she’s doing that and he’s still finding out how wonderful tequila can taste when it’s combined with mint lip gloss and the heady sent of Tina’s vanilla perfume that fills the car. Her hands get his shirt off before he can finish with her dress, Mike hissing as her fingernails trail down over his nipples with a smirk, the combination of that and the cold making them harden instantly. She’s a ridiculous tease like that. Tina’s hands are working on his belt buckle when he finally gets the fabric from her body, the black and purple pooling at her waist as his arms haul her against his chest, lace bra scratching against his skin. Trust Tina to coordinate her sets. It’s the most delirious kind of scratch, his thumbs rubbing over the small ribbons that dot the cups of the bra as her body arches against his.
He’s straining against his jeans, and the way Tina’s hand glosses over the bulge doesn’t help matters as she takes her sweet time, at least in his opinion, getting both the buckle and zipper undone. She whines as he bends down and lets his tongue lap over the curve of her breasts, undoing the clasp with a lazy touch but not removing the garment until Tina reaches up and removes it herself, shivering in the frigid air. He leans forward for just a moment, letting his breath catch one hardened bud before his tongue laps over her, grinning as she groans at when he pulls away.
“Mikeeeeee….”
“Mmm?”
“Stop teasing,” she mumbles into his lips, “and warm me up.”
“Demanding, demanding.”
He lets the tips of his thumbs gloss over the curve of her breasts slowly, running up and down while he admires the way Tina’s lip looks worried between her teeth until she grinds up against him, chest flush against his own and damn, he can totally feel her smile against his lips as he gasps her name this time. Damn tease. He knows the challenge has just been thrown down and honestly, to hell with the cops. New Years sex in a car it is.