Unexplained
Rating: PG
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Steins
Prompt: Please Don't or Please Do
Notes: For 30 Sexy Fics
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Janet's mad at him and he's not sure why.
09: Please Don’t or Please Do
Victor found her, almost by accident. She was in the shed doing something that involved welding, and didn’t look up when he came in. He slipped up behind her and jabbed her ribs. She jumped and squeaked. He almost caught fire.
“Victor!” she yelled, whirling around. “Don’t do that! I could have set you on fire!”
He grabbed the tools from her hands and set them aside, kissing her quickly, more than half to quiet her. The blowtorch went out. She mumbled a protest. Didn’t follow through.
He slid his hands down to her hips. She shivered and let him bend her over the nearest clear worktable. He pushed a leg between hers. Lifted her up so that he could press closer to her. She whimpered and silently prayed for friction. He gave it to her and purred at the contact.
Janet whispered his name. Lost it in his mouth. Ground against him because she was a s hot as he was and couldn’t stand it.
His hand slipped under her shirt. Ran up her back and over her breasts and down over her stomach. She gasped and shoved him off. Stood and righted her clothes. Crossed her arms.
“Jan?”
She shook her head. I’m busy. Not right now.”
Victor took a step back, bewildered, and gaped at her. “Janet? Did I do something wrong?”
“Nothing. I just don’t feel like it,” she insisted.
Victor adjusted his glasses and decided arguing wasn’t going to get him anywhere.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Steins
Prompt: Please Don't or Please Do
Notes: For 30 Sexy Fics
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Janet's mad at him and he's not sure why.
09: Please Don’t or Please Do
Victor found her, almost by accident. She was in the shed doing something that involved welding, and didn’t look up when he came in. He slipped up behind her and jabbed her ribs. She jumped and squeaked. He almost caught fire.
“Victor!” she yelled, whirling around. “Don’t do that! I could have set you on fire!”
He grabbed the tools from her hands and set them aside, kissing her quickly, more than half to quiet her. The blowtorch went out. She mumbled a protest. Didn’t follow through.
He slid his hands down to her hips. She shivered and let him bend her over the nearest clear worktable. He pushed a leg between hers. Lifted her up so that he could press closer to her. She whimpered and silently prayed for friction. He gave it to her and purred at the contact.
Janet whispered his name. Lost it in his mouth. Ground against him because she was a s hot as he was and couldn’t stand it.
His hand slipped under her shirt. Ran up her back and over her breasts and down over her stomach. She gasped and shoved him off. Stood and righted her clothes. Crossed her arms.
“Jan?”
She shook her head. I’m busy. Not right now.”
Victor took a step back, bewildered, and gaped at her. “Janet? Did I do something wrong?”
“Nothing. I just don’t feel like it,” she insisted.
Victor adjusted his glasses and decided arguing wasn’t going to get him anywhere.