Single Bed Meme

[teenyoda]

It's cozy, warm and very, very narrow; you're stuck sleeping in a single bed with someone else and have to endure/enjoy the situation until morning. Snuggle-time?

single-bed partnerships

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01) FRIENDS, you know the other person well.
02) LOVERS, is this really such a bad place to 'sleep' together?
03) ENEMIES, try not to stab each other in the night.
04) STRANGERS, super awkward or getting along like a house on fire.
05) AUTHORITY, one of you has a higher/lower social status for some reason.

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[triarchic]

"Sure. I have a lot of stalkers that can attest to it, too." He leaned back slightly, just enough to watch her but not enough to move where his fingers were in any way. It was a fucking great view.

[vented]

"Stalkers just mean you attract crazy people, not that you're any good at sex." She opened her eyes to watch him looking at her, grinning just a little. "If this is the show you're going to put on, I'm going with a one."

[triarchic]

"I thought you were the one who had to put on a show. You're the one doing the distracting, after all." He seemed perfectly content to stay right where he was. "I was trying to leave."

[vented]

"Do you still want to?" Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes at half mast as she watched him, rocking up and down against his hand.

[triarchic]

"I'm still partial to it." His eyes were cool as he watched her, other hand reaching to tangle into her hair. She flushed prettily. "It'd be interesting to watch you pull out all the stops."

[vented]

"What if I want to save that for a special occasion?" Her head tipped back at the grip, the tug not painful, but had her hips moving a little faster. Adrenaline junkies...

[triarchic]

He laughed, noticing her apparent response to the stimuli. Or maybe it was just a coincidence. He tugged a little harder to test. "Then I suppose I make it out the door, don't I?" He watched her every move, expression still somewhat detached now that the spotlight was on her.

[vented]

The harder tug had her taking in a quick breath through her nose, hands moving to grip his shoulders harder before she pulled against his hold, leaning in to kiss him as one arm slid around his neck. "Do you really want to go?"

[triarchic]

Very fucking unlikely that he was going to answer that. "Do you want me to stay?" He countered. Her reaction was fascinating to him, though, and the cool look dissolved into another grin. Did he just always happen to run into the adrenaline junkies, or was he attracting them somehow? He only relented in his grip a little, enough to make her fight for the kiss. He started to pull his fingers out, bringing his hand away.

[vented]

Her answer was a smile and a push with her shoulders against the wall, an attempt to get him to knock back onto his ass. There were two struggles here at the moment; one to get his shirt and the other to get him to admit... what, exactly? That he wanted to play a little dirty?

[triarchic]

He was unprepared for that, hand reaching behind him to steady himself... but then he got the gist of what she was trying to do and allowed himself to fall the rest of the way. Once he was on his back he looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. "That's a yes, I see."

[vented]

She could go one of any number of ways next, but he seemed like the kind who liked to be taken by surprise. So once he was on his back, she moved to grab his hands and tried to pin them both down by his head, all while shifting her lower half until she had him lined up against her entrance. Then it was a quick press and he was buried to the hilt inside her.

[triarchic]

He had been watching her all the while, letting her do what she wanted with his body with a kind of fascination. He wasn't really sure if she was going to go through with it until the final moment when she did, and when that happened all thought instantly ceased.

"Oh, fuck." His back arched slightly as he groaned, incredibly turned on at the pace she had set. No, he didn't want to leave, and he wasn't sure he had the willpower to if he had to start from here.

[vented]

"Again with the potty mouth," she leaned down, biting at his lower lip in admonishment as she ground her hips down against him. While she might still be after the shirt as her end game, it gave her a sense of accomplishment to see him stretched out under her like that, reacting to her like she was worth reacting to.

[triarchic]

There was definitely a change in his demeanour, the setting going from something he was simply curious and entertained with to something he was really starting to enjoy. There would be no more detached looks, his gaze growing hungry as he tried to turn her bite into a bruising kiss. He gave a cursory attempt at testing her grip, hips rising to press into her as much as was humanly possible. "No one fucking cares," he managed.

[vented]

"I do," she growled back, biting harder before relenting and pressing her mouth to his in a bruising kiss. Her fingers were tight on his wrists and while he might be able to lever himself up, that grip would not be loosened easily. Over a decade of hanging off of things by those nimble fingers had made them freakishly strong.

When he lifted up into her, she pressed down against him, hips rocking in more of a grind than any actual fucking yet. They were too close for that, but it still felt good.

[triarchic]

He was probably more keen on getting moving than she was, the grinding only serving as a delicious fucking tease at this point. Never mind all the teasing that had gone on throughout the entire night before this. "Hurry up." It was more urging than impatient as his head tilted so he could nip at her jaw.

[vented]

"Hurry up what?" Her eyes closed at the nip to her jaw and she felt the light pinch of his teeth before she swirled her hips again, moving in such a way that her clit was getting pressure from the top of his groin as she did. It might not be as fun as base jumping, but she could get a thrill out of it when she wanted to.

[triarchic]

He laughed breathlessly, somewhat regretting the urging words. Words like that in a situation like this were a surefire way to get what you didn't want. "You know what." He moved from her jaw down her neck, grazing his teeth down her skin as he tried not to thrust too wantingly.

[vented]

"Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. Maybe you should tell me." She ground down again, lifting up just a bit so he could keep moving his mouth lower, if he wanted.

[triarchic]

He did, giving her a hard bite when he reached the junction between her neck and shoulder and grinding back at the same time. "Mm, but you said you didn't want me to be a potty mouth."

[vented]

"What, you can't describe what you want without swearing? I don't believe that." Her voice was a little strained at the bite. It hurt, but the pain slid through her, heightening the pleasure she felt from riding him slowly.

[triarchic]

"'Fuck yourself on me' sounds better than anything vanilla you'd want." He kissed at the spot he had bitten, licking and sucking on it until he was satisfied it'd leave a mark later.

[vented]

She let go of his wrists, moving one hand into his hair as she pulled on his shoulder with the other, trying to get him to sit up while she lifted up almost all the way off him before coming back down on him, hard. "You need to work on your vocabulary."

[triarchic]

It was lucky that he didn't sit up straight away because it would've been a sorry aborted attempt at the motion after that. He clenched his teeth, exhaling and taking a few seconds to let the wave of pleasure wash over him before his hands found her hips again, holding her in place. Now it was a bit safer to sit up, his hands pulling her closer in the new position. "Why fix what isn't broken?"