( send ' ▼' for my muses reaction to yours straddling/sitting on their lap )
scotty was trying to keep his mind focused on the movie, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the girl in his lap. it wasn’t the first time that luna had curled up in his lap while they watched a movie, but his heart still raced from being so close to her. he tried to stay as still as he could, and kept one of his hands resting on her waist.
scotty glanced away from the tv to luna, and he felt butterflies in his stomach. he didn’t know how someone could be so beautiful even while wearing an old shirt of his, and a pair of pajama pants. she had an effortless beauty that made scotty’s heart skip a beat when he saw her. ‘i could get used to this.’ he thought, hesitating for a moment before pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead.
when her brown eyes looked up at him and she smiles, scotty swore if he wasn’t sitting down his knees would be going weak. his hand came up from her waist to gently cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against her soft skin. he didn’t understand how he could be so enamored with her so quickly.
was it normal to be wrapped around her finger so soon?
he took another moment to look into those eyes that he was slowly falling for before he slowly leaned in to press their lips together. he pulled away for a few seconds and he couldn’t help but lean back in. she was almost addictive, giving scotty that high when they kissed and leaving him begging for more when they pulled away.
the movie was long forgotten as luna easily moved so that she was straddling his lap, and his hands rested on her hips. his eyes raked over her for a few seconds, and he didn’t know how he could get so lucky to have her. “you’re so beautiful..” he breathed, not meaning to say it aloud and his face flushing when he realized he did. he almost apologized, for some reason, but he instead brought her into a deep kiss. he could feel something in the air shift, making his heart pound in his chest and the front of his pants slowly get tighter.
he couldn’t help but be embarrassed that he got so worked up just from them making out for a little while. he reluctantly pulled away when he realized he couldn’t ignore his ‘problem’ anymore, or will it away, “s-sorry-” he mumbled, his face a dark shade of red that he hoped the lowlight was hiding, “-we should stop before things get any more embarrassing.”