Are you taking prompts (those sentence prompts)? Lucy/Alex “I know you want me just as much as I want you.”
At the end of the night, Alex expects to take Lucy home. Not in a sexual way, but in a purely platonic ‘I’m your best friend I always take care of you’ kind of way. After all, they drank way too much in celebration of Kara’s engagement (when it was really them solidly licking their wounds over being single).
What Alex does not expect is to find herself, breathless and slightly panicking when Lucy pushes her down on the couch and proceeds to straddle her lap.
“Lucy, it’s time for you to go to bed,” Alex insists, somehow managing to have self control even though her body is humming louder and louder with each passing second Lucy is in contact. She grabs Lucy by the waist and aims to stand them up carefully, but gets pushed back onto the couch.
Lucy pushes against Alex’s shoulders, holding her in place. “Why don’t you take me to bed?” she slyly asks, giggling as she comfortably massages Alex’s shoulders.
Alex internally screams for a moment because it sounds too sexy from her best friend. Her best friend that she’s trying to get into bed. Literally. For sleeping. Because they’re drunk. “That’s what I’m trying to do, Luce. I don’t know why you sat me here,” she sighs as she moves to stand again.
“Not like that,” Lucy insists, dropping her weight harder on Alex. Her hips cant forward, too high up Alex’s lap until they’re really pressed together.
Alex’s hands fall on the tops of Lucy’s thighs. “W-what’re you talking about?” she stutters out. Alex has thought about this before. But that’s just it. Thoughts are thoughts. Thoughts are fantasies. Thoughts are imaginations. Thoughts aren’t real. No matter how much Alex hug Lucy like she’s the only thing that matters or kiss her senseless so she stops arguing with her or say ‘I love you’ and mean it romantically. Thoughts are just thoughts.
“Alex, don’t deny this anymore,” Lucy pouts slightly, looking cute as ever. She caresses Alex’s cheek with one hand. “I don’t want to ignore my feelings anymore.”
“What--” Alex’s question falls dead onto Lucy’s finger pressed against her lips.
“I know you want me just as much as I want you,” Lucy’s voice is serious and husky. She stares at Alex with a piercing gaze. “Let me show you.”
“Show me what?” Alex asks dumbly. Lucy rolls her eyes and cups Alex’s cheeks to bring her into a kiss. Alex is pretty sure her brain short circuits, but after the shock, she realizes that reality is way better than her thoughts.
