Not A Lady
Rating: R
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Minutes
Notes: For Table 4-Time of the 12 Stories challenge
Warnings: Sex, public restrooms.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Dale's not a lady.
02: Minutes
Stacey pursed her lips and slipped into the ladies’ room, half to wash her hands, and half to get away from Dale for a moment. She wasn’t sure what had gotten into him today, but he was absolutely insufferable.
The door opened and closed behind her. She thought nothing of it. It was, after all, a public place. There were bound to be other women around. She did look up, though, when she heard the door lock.
Dale grinned at her in the mirror. She gaped for a moment, then turned around to tell him off. Before she could utter a sound, though, he was on her, pushing his tongue into her mouth with a fervor he’d not paralleled in a while. She almost moaned, but caught herself just in time.
“Dale!” she scolded, pushing him away. “Dale, you can’t be in here!”
He grinned evilly. “Make me leave.”
She started to protest and found her mouth occupied once more. He bent her back over the vanity and ground his hips against her. This time she did moan.
“Dale,” she gasped.
“What now?”
“We can’t have… Do this in a public restroom!”
He gave her a very amused look. “Oh?”
“It’s-It’s not right!”
He chuckled at her shyness, as he dubbed it. “Don’t worry. No one’s out there.”
“But!”
He kissed her and hiked up her shirt. “Trust me.”
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Minutes
Notes: For Table 4-Time of the 12 Stories challenge
Warnings: Sex, public restrooms.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Dale's not a lady.
02: Minutes
Stacey pursed her lips and slipped into the ladies’ room, half to wash her hands, and half to get away from Dale for a moment. She wasn’t sure what had gotten into him today, but he was absolutely insufferable.
The door opened and closed behind her. She thought nothing of it. It was, after all, a public place. There were bound to be other women around. She did look up, though, when she heard the door lock.
Dale grinned at her in the mirror. She gaped for a moment, then turned around to tell him off. Before she could utter a sound, though, he was on her, pushing his tongue into her mouth with a fervor he’d not paralleled in a while. She almost moaned, but caught herself just in time.
“Dale!” she scolded, pushing him away. “Dale, you can’t be in here!”
He grinned evilly. “Make me leave.”
She started to protest and found her mouth occupied once more. He bent her back over the vanity and ground his hips against her. This time she did moan.
“Dale,” she gasped.
“What now?”
“We can’t have… Do this in a public restroom!”
He gave her a very amused look. “Oh?”
“It’s-It’s not right!”
He chuckled at her shyness, as he dubbed it. “Don’t worry. No one’s out there.”
“But!”
He kissed her and hiked up her shirt. “Trust me.”