So over at LBSC we're doing a little WIPvember motivational month. My goal - before the plunnies started breeding and all these oneshots popped up - was to finish up Checkbox and start posting.
...I am still determined to at least have CB written this month. Even if I'm editing and breaking it up next month, I'm at least getting this damn last chapter done.
It's seeming like a definite possibility, at least. 👀
(Fresh lemonade under the cut~)
Getting her back to the bedroom proved…a little more difficult than either had anticipated. It would have helped if he’d stopped trying to kiss her, or had picked her up in a way that had let him easily see around her, or if she had actually bothered unpacking some of the boxes. They’d barely made it back to the hallway when he tripped over one of the boxes and stumbled into the wall again.
…at least that time it was his back crashing into the wall, though the way the corner dug into his hip was anything but pleasant. Marinette giggled as his arms tightened around her, his hands moving to her ass to hold her more securely.
“Screw it,” she snickered. “You said if I got you horny enough a closet would be fine. Are you horny enough for the floor?”
“Yes,” he laughed, kissing her chest. Why hadn’t they left her towel in the kitchen? He wanted to feel her bare skin against his. He groaned as she shimmied against him, his cock still aching between them. “But…shit. I left the condoms in my hoodie. In the bathroom.”
“What?” she asked, shaking her head in bemusement as she pulled back, and he rolled his eyes.
“Penny,” he said. The hand that had been rubbing her ass paused to squeeze, and she grinned at him. “She was pretty sure we already had it covered –” he rolled his eyes when she ducked her head to his shoulder, snickering “– but she wanted to make sure…she doesn’t want to have to worry about babies yet.”
“I got an IUD, Luka,” she laughed, kissing his shoulder. His eyebrows rose, and she leaned up to kiss his jaw. “It seemed like a good idea. What with our schedules and…I didn’t want to have to worry about condoms. You know. Running out. Breaking. All…all that. Or forgetting to take pills. The IUD seemed like a smarter option. And we’re both clean, so the condoms would really only be useful for…”
His lips twitched in a smile, which only grew when she started pouting again.
“What?” she asked, exasperated.
“More research?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. He could see her face turning red, even in the dark, and he chuckled as he kissed her cheek. It was burning under his lips. “I love you. Never change, darning.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being prepared, Luka,” she huffed. She squeaked as he pushed off from the wall and spun them, rocking into her as he pressed her against the wall and kissed her. Her hands scrabbled at his back, clutching at his shoulders, and he bucked into her again. There was still too much towel in the way, and she was too high on his waist anyway, and damn it all he needed to get her to a bed…
“I told you I love it,” he panted, kissing down her neck. He tugged at her towel, slipping it past her breasts, and she moaned when his lips closed around a nipple. “Such a turn-on. What else have you been researching, hmm?”
“I’m going to smack you,” she laughed, the sound breathless as his mouth moved to her other breast. “As…as soon as we’re done. Smacking you right in…ah…right in your stupid face.”
“You love my face,” he teased, swirling his tongue around her nipple before he sucked again. She jerked against him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her mouth dropped open.
“No I…I don’t,” she said stubbornly. “Hate it. It’s stupid.”
“Even if I…” he trailed off, sliding his hands along her thighs to gently dislodge her legs from his waist. He stepped back as she slid down against the wall, her toes bunching against the hardwood as her feet returned to the floor. He smirked at her as he tugged on the already-loose towel, and she bit down on her smile as it dropped to their feet. His hands squeezed her hips before moving to her thighs, trying to move her legs apart as he went to kneel between them, but she grunted out a protest as she reached for him.
“W-wait,” she said, shaking her head. He looked at her curiously, and she smiled. “Later? I’m already ahead of you.”
“…it’s not a competition, Marinette,” he chuckled, kissing her hip.
“Ok,” she said, nodding, “then right now I want your dick in me more than I want your mouth on me.”
He snorted and pressed his forehead against her stomach, his hands squeezing her hips as he laughed. He dropped a kiss by her navel before standing, and then she was pulling his mouth back to hers.
“When did you get so…” he trailed off, moaning a little when she started sucking on his neck. Her fingers were dancing along his waist, teasing and so close to where he actually wanted them but not drifting any lower. He thought back to that week or so before he’d left, when she’d barely been able to talk about his boner.
“You don’t like it?” she murmured, and he shook his head.
“I love it,” he sighed, rubbing her hip. “I told you I want you to feel comfortable with me. I want you to tell me what you want. What feels…”
Her hand had closed around his dick, and he dropped his forehead to her shoulder.
“What feels good?” she asked, and he nodded mutely. “Like that?”
“Bed, now, please,” he panted, and she laughed as she released him.
