All Work and No Play
Rating: R
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses, Janet Stein
Prompt: Emergence
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge
Warnings: Sex
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing
Summary: All work and no play makes...
054: Emergence
It took some persuasion, but eventually she let him slip up behind her and press close. He wrapped his arms around her, rested his head on her shoulder and peered at her work. She turned a brilliant shade of red, from both the admiring stare and his touch, and tried to act like he wasn’t there.
"Kick off for the day?" he suggested. "I know this nice, cozy bed that’s just begging for some attention."
Her blush spread and deepened. He kissed her neck and nuzzled her encouragingly.
"Dale, I have work to do."
"Do it later."
"Dale, the car is our mode of transport in this stupid era, and ours doesn’t run," she pointed out. "I need to work on this."
"All work and no play makes Dale abduct you for kisses," he informed her as he swung her over his shoulder. "Now, off to that bed."
He would’ve run if he’d not cared about her skull. Instead, he took the stairs one agonizing step at a time. And down the hall. And into the bedroom.
He set her down and cupped her face in both hands, bringing her close for a kiss. She sank into him, kissed him with more gusto than she’d had for the car. His arms slipped around her waist and he invaded her mouth, slowly, tenderly.
They separated. She collapsed against his chest, gasping for air.
Stacey wrapped herself around him when he scooped her up. She gasped and trembled, largely because he wanted her to, and lay sprawled across the bed. He unbuttoned her shirt and found, much to his delight, that her delicate blush crept down over her breasts and stopped… somewhere around her nipples. He grinned and ran her fingers over one of them. She sighed and mused that her bra had disappeared.
She moaned. He sucked. She let her eyes roll back. He brought a hand up to massage her other breast. Stroked it until she whimpered and begged him to go on.
Dale trailed kisses down her chest, over her torso, down to the waistband of her pants. He paused. Looked to her for permission. She nodded weakly and he slipped her slacks off, taking panties and socks and shoes with them.
She was warm under his fingers. Warm and wet and delightfully open. She raised her hips. He slipped his fingers into her.
Tender little moans reached his ears. His body responded quite happily. Dale groaned. Reached down with his free hand to squeeze his manhood and stared at her.
She shrieked and dove for the blankets, mortally embarrassed. He turned, determined to protect her from whatever she had seen.
Janet Stein stood in the doorway with an incredulous look on her face. Dale tried to hide his erection with his hands, despite the fact that he was still fully clothed.
"Stacey, I brought that part you needed. I’ll leave it in the garage. Call when you’re ready."
Stacey cowered under the covers. Their infuriating neighbor giggled and practically skipped down the stairs.
"Well," Dale complained. "So much for that."
The lump under the covers did not respond.
Well, he thought. She did say ‘when you’re ready.’
He shucked his clothes with a grin and crawled under with her. She yelped and tried to get away momentarily, before letting him pick up where they left off.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses, Janet Stein
Prompt: Emergence
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge
Warnings: Sex
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing
Summary: All work and no play makes...
054: Emergence
It took some persuasion, but eventually she let him slip up behind her and press close. He wrapped his arms around her, rested his head on her shoulder and peered at her work. She turned a brilliant shade of red, from both the admiring stare and his touch, and tried to act like he wasn’t there.
"Kick off for the day?" he suggested. "I know this nice, cozy bed that’s just begging for some attention."
Her blush spread and deepened. He kissed her neck and nuzzled her encouragingly.
"Dale, I have work to do."
"Do it later."
"Dale, the car is our mode of transport in this stupid era, and ours doesn’t run," she pointed out. "I need to work on this."
"All work and no play makes Dale abduct you for kisses," he informed her as he swung her over his shoulder. "Now, off to that bed."
He would’ve run if he’d not cared about her skull. Instead, he took the stairs one agonizing step at a time. And down the hall. And into the bedroom.
He set her down and cupped her face in both hands, bringing her close for a kiss. She sank into him, kissed him with more gusto than she’d had for the car. His arms slipped around her waist and he invaded her mouth, slowly, tenderly.
They separated. She collapsed against his chest, gasping for air.
Stacey wrapped herself around him when he scooped her up. She gasped and trembled, largely because he wanted her to, and lay sprawled across the bed. He unbuttoned her shirt and found, much to his delight, that her delicate blush crept down over her breasts and stopped… somewhere around her nipples. He grinned and ran her fingers over one of them. She sighed and mused that her bra had disappeared.
She moaned. He sucked. She let her eyes roll back. He brought a hand up to massage her other breast. Stroked it until she whimpered and begged him to go on.
Dale trailed kisses down her chest, over her torso, down to the waistband of her pants. He paused. Looked to her for permission. She nodded weakly and he slipped her slacks off, taking panties and socks and shoes with them.
She was warm under his fingers. Warm and wet and delightfully open. She raised her hips. He slipped his fingers into her.
Tender little moans reached his ears. His body responded quite happily. Dale groaned. Reached down with his free hand to squeeze his manhood and stared at her.
She shrieked and dove for the blankets, mortally embarrassed. He turned, determined to protect her from whatever she had seen.
Janet Stein stood in the doorway with an incredulous look on her face. Dale tried to hide his erection with his hands, despite the fact that he was still fully clothed.
"Stacey, I brought that part you needed. I’ll leave it in the garage. Call when you’re ready."
Stacey cowered under the covers. Their infuriating neighbor giggled and practically skipped down the stairs.
"Well," Dale complained. "So much for that."
The lump under the covers did not respond.
Well, he thought. She did say ‘when you’re ready.’
He shucked his clothes with a grin and crawled under with her. She yelped and tried to get away momentarily, before letting him pick up where they left off.