Used To
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Runaways
Character: Yorkeses
Prompt: Sexy
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: That moustache drives her nuts.
023: Sexy
She curled up next to him, warm and sleepy. Tired and sated. He kissed her. His moustache tickled.
"I’m still not used to that thing," she teased.
"I like it," Dale replied. "Don’t you?"
She smiled and twirled the end around her finger. "It’s kind of sexy, in a moustache sort of way."
Dale grinned at that. He’d been hoping she would like it when he’d started growing it. At first she wouldn’t even let him kiss her, but since she’d warmed to it…
He felt her skin on his and kissed her again, more gently this time. Slid his tongue in her mouth and coaxed a response out of her. She moaned and arched her back and let him run his hands over her.
"If I didn’t think I’d be sore in the morning, I’d say, ‘let’s go again,’" Stacey commented. "but if we do, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk."
He grinned. "Poor Stacey."
She pinched him. "Hush, you."
"Keep teasing me and I’ll have to get up," Dale complained. "Or explain to Maneater why you’re limping."
"I’ll throw you out of this train," she threatened.
"Of course you will."
"Mm-hm."
He sighed. She’d gone and fallen asleep. Not a bad idea, though, he thought. He pulled her a little closer and drifted off, himself.
Fandom: Runaways
Character: Yorkeses
Prompt: Sexy
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: That moustache drives her nuts.
023: Sexy
She curled up next to him, warm and sleepy. Tired and sated. He kissed her. His moustache tickled.
"I’m still not used to that thing," she teased.
"I like it," Dale replied. "Don’t you?"
She smiled and twirled the end around her finger. "It’s kind of sexy, in a moustache sort of way."
Dale grinned at that. He’d been hoping she would like it when he’d started growing it. At first she wouldn’t even let him kiss her, but since she’d warmed to it…
He felt her skin on his and kissed her again, more gently this time. Slid his tongue in her mouth and coaxed a response out of her. She moaned and arched her back and let him run his hands over her.
"If I didn’t think I’d be sore in the morning, I’d say, ‘let’s go again,’" Stacey commented. "but if we do, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk."
He grinned. "Poor Stacey."
She pinched him. "Hush, you."
"Keep teasing me and I’ll have to get up," Dale complained. "Or explain to Maneater why you’re limping."
"I’ll throw you out of this train," she threatened.
"Of course you will."
"Mm-hm."
He sighed. She’d gone and fallen asleep. Not a bad idea, though, he thought. He pulled her a little closer and drifted off, himself.