It's Cold Outside
Rating: R
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Sensuality
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge.
Warnings: Anatomy and Implications.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: It's too cold to get up.
026: Sensuality
It’s too cold to get up and they have the luxury, so they stay in bed.
It’s too cold to do anything, really. Dale is in and out of sleep. Stacey watches the Deans act like fools on General Hospital. When the show is over, though, she quickly gets bored and cuts the set off.
The lack of noise wakes Dale up. He blinks sleepily and reaches out to touch her. Her skin is smooth and warm under his fingers. He finds that he is touching her thigh when she inches it away from him.
"Cold day," she observes.
"Mm-hm."
He props himself up on one elbow and watches her watch him.
"It’s cold over here," he complains. "Come warm me up."
She smirks a little at the obvious ploy. Slides over anyway. He wraps his arms around her and nestles against her.
"You smell nice," he murmurs. She smells like lavender.
"You don’t smell so bad yourself," she replies. He smells like sex. Always smells like sex. She shivers.
"Am I not warm enough?" he mock-pouts.
"Fire would not be warm enough right now," she teases. "I thought California was supposed to be warm."
"To be fair, it is most of the time," he points out.
She sighs and shifts, rubbing her hip over his erection and making them both aware of it. She blushes. Dale tilts her head up and kisses her.
"May I?" he asks when they separate. She nods and he presses her into the mattress.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Sensuality
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge.
Warnings: Anatomy and Implications.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: It's too cold to get up.
026: Sensuality
It’s too cold to get up and they have the luxury, so they stay in bed.
It’s too cold to do anything, really. Dale is in and out of sleep. Stacey watches the Deans act like fools on General Hospital. When the show is over, though, she quickly gets bored and cuts the set off.
The lack of noise wakes Dale up. He blinks sleepily and reaches out to touch her. Her skin is smooth and warm under his fingers. He finds that he is touching her thigh when she inches it away from him.
"Cold day," she observes.
"Mm-hm."
He props himself up on one elbow and watches her watch him.
"It’s cold over here," he complains. "Come warm me up."
She smirks a little at the obvious ploy. Slides over anyway. He wraps his arms around her and nestles against her.
"You smell nice," he murmurs. She smells like lavender.
"You don’t smell so bad yourself," she replies. He smells like sex. Always smells like sex. She shivers.
"Am I not warm enough?" he mock-pouts.
"Fire would not be warm enough right now," she teases. "I thought California was supposed to be warm."
"To be fair, it is most of the time," he points out.
She sighs and shifts, rubbing her hip over his erection and making them both aware of it. She blushes. Dale tilts her head up and kisses her.
"May I?" he asks when they separate. She nods and he presses her into the mattress.