[justprompts] Pick your poison
(Larry insisted on fluff in his canon He's hoping it'll lure her out for real. penthouselawyer used with permission. I haven't really gotten to know 'happier-more normal-five years older-Cora' too well yet, so hopefully her mun will approve.)
"You're a real bastard," she muttered, though a smile was pulling at her lips.
"And you're the most infuriating woman I have ever known," he replied.
"You're just figuring this out?" She asked, raising a slow brow.
"Oh no," he shook his head and looked down at her. "But now I have you around again, so I can say it to your face." His smirk came quickly. She wriggled slightly underneath him, but his hands gripped tighter at her wrists, pinning them down to the pillow above her head.
"If you wanted to play like this, all you had to do was ask," she said. Her leg started to wrap up against his hip.
A soft groan sounded in his throat at the heat of having her body so close. He pushed his mind past it though and looked down at her. "Here I thought you didn't want to play."
She shrugged. "Girl can change her mind."
"You use that excuse a lot, don't you?" He murmured as he leaned in to bite at her ear. He felt her body hitch up against his and he couldn't help but smile.
"Meaning?"
"You know what I mean," his whisper hit her ear thickly. She sighed and her body relaxed under him. Her eyes closed and her head started to lean away from his.
"Larry.."
"I'm teasing, sweetie." He leaned his lips to her cheek.
"You're not funny."
"No?" He pouted slightly.
The smile started to return to her lips. "Not at all."
"Oh I'm funny." He nipped at her jaw. "And sexy, but that's irrelevant."
She chuckled then. "And modest."
"That too." He grinned. He was proud of himself. Effectively getting her out of another near bad mood. "And crazy about you."
"I won't disagree with the word crazy." Her face started to tilt closer to his again, and he could feel her raising her hips to his once more.
"Want something?" His lips trailed down her throat slowly.
"Bastard," she whispered with a soft moan, as she leaned her head back.
"Just say the magic words," he teased, biting softly at her skin.
"No."
He dropped himself closer against her body. "No?"
"Larry.."
His leg started to push between hers while he moved kisses back up towards her ear. "Hmmm?" He continued this for several moments longer, before she groaned impatiently.
"Please, Larry. Will you just-"
He grinned and let a hand slide down her arm, releasing a wrist, and moving it down to her shoulder then across to her cheek. He tilted her face towards his and leaned in to kiss her deeply. Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly, and she kissed him back while his hands moved for the waist of her pants.
***
His arm was snug around her waist and she was curled up against him. He kissed her hairline slowly. "Feel better now?"
"Mmmm."
"Still mad at me?"
"I wasn't."
He smirked. "Could've fooled me."
She leaned her head back so she could look at him, her eyes set in a mild glare. "Shut up."
"No." He grinned. She rolled her eyes and curled back against him, closing them again. He stroked her back gently with a soft sigh. He lay quietly with her for a long time, before speaking up softly. "I don't know about infuriating, but I knew you were dangerous from the first night," he admitted.
"Oh?"
"It wasn't until after dinner, at the second bar...I started to understand you were more dangerous than just in the courtroom." His eyes closed as he remembered it.
"And yet you asked me to dance."
"Couldn't help it," he shrugged. "I wanted to touch you so badly."
Her lips turned up into a soft smile. "So much for the innocent act."
He chuckled. "I wasn't ready for it."
"For what?"
"How soft you were," he murmured.
She pulled away and leaned up to glare down at him playfully. "Soft?"
He opened his eyes and looked up at her, his fingers reaching up to cup her cheek. "Soft," he said. She had a disbelieving look on her face so he went on. "You seemed cold, with hard edges. I assumed I would feel that when you were in my arms...but you were...surprisingly soft. And warm. Suddenly all I wanted was to peel every piece of your clothing off and feel every soft part of you."
Her glare faded, but she still watched him unconvinced. "And yet I'm the one who suggested we go elsewhere."
He grinned. "Only after I kissed you."
She shrugged. "Long time ago. I forget how it went."
"I remember."
"Do you? What was I wearing then?" Her brow went up again.
"Hell if I know," he shrugged. "I just wanted to get them off of you."
She slapped his chest lightly and he laughed, pulling her down into his arms again. "Are we done with this little trip down memory lane?"
"Fine. I was just making a point."
"Which was?" She asked, curling up against him once more.
"I...can't remember."
"Uh huh." He felt her sigh against him, and her body started to relax with his. He rubbed her back gently as he felt the sleepiness kick in.
"You remember that night just as well as I do," he murmured, holding her tighter.
"Nope," she murmured back, yawning slightly.
"Yes you do."
"Shut up."
"Not until you admit you remember," he said slowly, already starting to drift off. A silent moment or two passed and he fell closer to sleep. He felt her going as well and both were only partially awake when her whisper brushed past him.
"I remember."
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"You're a real bastard," she muttered, though a smile was pulling at her lips.
"And you're the most infuriating woman I have ever known," he replied.
"You're just figuring this out?" She asked, raising a slow brow.
"Oh no," he shook his head and looked down at her. "But now I have you around again, so I can say it to your face." His smirk came quickly. She wriggled slightly underneath him, but his hands gripped tighter at her wrists, pinning them down to the pillow above her head.
"If you wanted to play like this, all you had to do was ask," she said. Her leg started to wrap up against his hip.
A soft groan sounded in his throat at the heat of having her body so close. He pushed his mind past it though and looked down at her. "Here I thought you didn't want to play."
She shrugged. "Girl can change her mind."
"You use that excuse a lot, don't you?" He murmured as he leaned in to bite at her ear. He felt her body hitch up against his and he couldn't help but smile.
"Meaning?"
"You know what I mean," his whisper hit her ear thickly. She sighed and her body relaxed under him. Her eyes closed and her head started to lean away from his.
"Larry.."
"I'm teasing, sweetie." He leaned his lips to her cheek.
"You're not funny."
"No?" He pouted slightly.
The smile started to return to her lips. "Not at all."
"Oh I'm funny." He nipped at her jaw. "And sexy, but that's irrelevant."
She chuckled then. "And modest."
"That too." He grinned. He was proud of himself. Effectively getting her out of another near bad mood. "And crazy about you."
"I won't disagree with the word crazy." Her face started to tilt closer to his again, and he could feel her raising her hips to his once more.
"Want something?" His lips trailed down her throat slowly.
"Bastard," she whispered with a soft moan, as she leaned her head back.
"Just say the magic words," he teased, biting softly at her skin.
"No."
He dropped himself closer against her body. "No?"
"Larry.."
His leg started to push between hers while he moved kisses back up towards her ear. "Hmmm?" He continued this for several moments longer, before she groaned impatiently.
"Please, Larry. Will you just-"
He grinned and let a hand slide down her arm, releasing a wrist, and moving it down to her shoulder then across to her cheek. He tilted her face towards his and leaned in to kiss her deeply. Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly, and she kissed him back while his hands moved for the waist of her pants.
***
His arm was snug around her waist and she was curled up against him. He kissed her hairline slowly. "Feel better now?"
"Mmmm."
"Still mad at me?"
"I wasn't."
He smirked. "Could've fooled me."
She leaned her head back so she could look at him, her eyes set in a mild glare. "Shut up."
"No." He grinned. She rolled her eyes and curled back against him, closing them again. He stroked her back gently with a soft sigh. He lay quietly with her for a long time, before speaking up softly. "I don't know about infuriating, but I knew you were dangerous from the first night," he admitted.
"Oh?"
"It wasn't until after dinner, at the second bar...I started to understand you were more dangerous than just in the courtroom." His eyes closed as he remembered it.
"And yet you asked me to dance."
"Couldn't help it," he shrugged. "I wanted to touch you so badly."
Her lips turned up into a soft smile. "So much for the innocent act."
He chuckled. "I wasn't ready for it."
"For what?"
"How soft you were," he murmured.
She pulled away and leaned up to glare down at him playfully. "Soft?"
He opened his eyes and looked up at her, his fingers reaching up to cup her cheek. "Soft," he said. She had a disbelieving look on her face so he went on. "You seemed cold, with hard edges. I assumed I would feel that when you were in my arms...but you were...surprisingly soft. And warm. Suddenly all I wanted was to peel every piece of your clothing off and feel every soft part of you."
Her glare faded, but she still watched him unconvinced. "And yet I'm the one who suggested we go elsewhere."
He grinned. "Only after I kissed you."
She shrugged. "Long time ago. I forget how it went."
"I remember."
"Do you? What was I wearing then?" Her brow went up again.
"Hell if I know," he shrugged. "I just wanted to get them off of you."
She slapped his chest lightly and he laughed, pulling her down into his arms again. "Are we done with this little trip down memory lane?"
"Fine. I was just making a point."
"Which was?" She asked, curling up against him once more.
"I...can't remember."
"Uh huh." He felt her sigh against him, and her body started to relax with his. He rubbed her back gently as he felt the sleepiness kick in.
"You remember that night just as well as I do," he murmured, holding her tighter.
"Nope," she murmured back, yawning slightly.
"Yes you do."
"Shut up."
"Not until you admit you remember," he said slowly, already starting to drift off. A silent moment or two passed and he fell closer to sleep. He felt her going as well and both were only partially awake when her whisper brushed past him.
"I remember."
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