lincolnmiller | D&D AT LINCOLN'S [OPEN]

"I'm coming," Lincoln called out, half swearing as he woke up at the sound of knocking-pounding- at the door. Wiping the drool from his mouth, he reached out to hit his alarm clock, and groaned when he saw the time. He'd slept through all his alarms which meant that was the guys, which meant he hadn't set anything up. He was the worst player in the world. He was the worst friend in the world.

Struggling to get his jeans on, he ran down the hall and opened the door.

"Hey, sorry slept through alarm. I know, I know. Guys, DM set up the board. Park, grab the snacks they are in the kitchen. Bowls where they usually are. Hey," Lincoln smiled at everyone, letting them all through even as the other guys wolf-whistled at his lack of shirt and bitched about having to set up. Smiling, he pulled his shirt on slowly before shutting the door. Tonight was going to be a good night. Once they got going. "I have beer."

Lincoln offered a beer to the nearest person, tugging his shirt down and covering up.

OOC: Open to anyone who is Lincoln's friend, likely to be involved in SC D&D team, Firefighters who might be invited to said D&D games night, and of course Roosevelt.

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He could feel the tops of his cheeks warm with heat as Lee shifted beneath him, her hips rolling against him until they were pressed close together. Taking an almost shaky breath in, he forced a tired smile onto his lips even as he knew soon she would probably noticed how tired and aroused he actually was.

Leaning into the hand at his cheek, he turned his head so that his mouth brushed a chaste kiss against her palm. Yawning, he smiled at her teases and laughed at the comment.

"I doubt my beard is going to start a shirt fire, if you're that worried though you could just take it off." Lincoln murmured, head dropping against the hollow of her neck sleepily. It only took a minute for him to realise how that sounded. "I didn't mean- not that- I'm shutting up. Ignore me, I'm tired."

Lee thought she'd imagined it, she really had, but they were pressed so tight together now that she couldn't miss the fact that something other than his legs was pressing against her butt. Lee panicked for a second. As much as she might not be experienced in the sex department, she had access to the internet and she wasn't an idiot. This was straight out of some YA novel or something on the CW. If she was in one of those books or shows, she'd know how to say something appropriate, maybe make light of it and excuse herself from the situation. Did she even want to do that? It wasn't that she didn't find him attractive. Blind, deaf and dumb people found Lincoln attractive. It wasn't even like the thought of having sex with him hadn't crossed her mind, but it'd been an idle 'what if', not really something she'd seriously given a lot of thought. Now suddenly she was giving it serious thought. Suddenly she could see the way they fit together, physically and personally. Vivid images of them doing something other than lounging on this couch started presenting themselves and she swallowed hard, trying to stay as still as she could so that she could clear her mind.

She opened her mouth to say something, anything that would break this train of thought, when she caught the shaky breath he pulled in followed by the yawn and the lazy sweet kiss against her palm and yet another yawn. Relief flooded her. Train of thought thoroughly derailed, so much so that she felt bad for thinking those things in the first place. He was tired...really bone weary and not really thinking straight. The t-shirt comment just proved it. He didn't really want to have sex with her. She was just a warm body and his body was reacting without conscious thought. She was tired too, for that matter. That was why she was thinking these sexy thought about her best friend. It was silly really.

Somewhere deep inside a little part of her wailed in despair but Lee ignored it and smiled at him instead. "Smooth, Lincoln. Did you get that line from Roosevelt?" She asked him quietly, half expecting to get nothing but a snore from him in return.

"No, that one was me being an idiot." Lincoln murmured, yawning. His back arching and arms tightening around Lee, drawing her closer to him he pressed more comfortably against her and slipped his knee a little more comfortably between her legs.

Eyes drifting shut, he pressed a light kiss against Lee's neck and tried not to fall asleep mid-movie. It was kind of hard when she was so warm, comfortable, and when she felt so good in his arms though. It was kind of hard to do anything but murmur quietly to her.

"We should probably go to bed but I don't want to move." Lincoln murmured, hand stroking her stomach gently as he struggled to stay awake. "We should do this more often."

"That's nothing new, Linc..." She said, trailing off when his knee between her thighs shifted again. She tried to say his name but it was turned into a laughing gasp as he pulled back again, burying his face in her neck. His voice had gone husky with sleep, vibrating low and against her skin. He was warm and all around her and she just wanted to give in, just fall onto her front and have him lay over her and sleep like that.

As much as she liked that idea, she had a class tomorrow morning for her degree and if she didn't get some kind of sleep she'd never take in anything. "We watch films together all the time." She said, yawning and blinking her eyes open trying to muster the energy to move.

"Lee used teasing, it was super effective." Lincoln murmured as her voice trailed off. He let out a soft laugh as he thought she gasped and laughed at his terrible Pokemon reference. Rubbing his knee between her legs, he sighed and held her tight. "Yeah, I know. But this, I like this. Sleeping with you. It's nice."

Lincoln yawned, brushing his lips against her neck as he settled his head against her. Eyes growing heavier.

"Mmmm..." Lee mumbled, eyes falling closed again as his breathing started to even out and hers started to sync up with it. "S'nice. Really nice. But...bed. Should get to one." She opened her eyes again when he nuzzled against her. If she was honest, she'd love to just stay here. Common sense was a total bitch sometimes.

"Linc?" she asked quietly. If he was asleep she'd make the herculean effort and slide off the couch and head to his room to grab a shirt. She would not look at his bed because it would be closer than the guest room and she'd never make it. The plan was a good one. She turned her head to look at him and tried again. "Linc?"

Eyes closed shut, Lincoln tightened his hold on Lee in his sleep as he let out a quiet single snore before mumbling against her neck. Nuzzling Lee's neck, his hands slipped up her top a little more before he finally lay still against her. Happily sleeping away with Lee in his arms.

It took Lee another thirty minutes to gather the strength to slip out of Lincolns grip. He was warm and his weight against her was comforting in a way she hadn't realised she'd wanted so it was an actual effort to gently lift his hand off her stomach and roll away. It wasn't elegant but she managed to slide to the floor and then sat up, watching to see if she'd woken him. He snuffled a little, brow creasing for a second before it smoothed out.

Standing, Lee couldn't resist reaching out to smooth a hand through his hair, brushing it out of his eyes before she grabbed the soft, familiar blanket and spread it over his sleeping form.

Lee walked on shuffling feet to Lincolns room, yawning as she hunted for a t-shirt to change into. She gave herself a pat on the back for making it to the guest room and just barely had time to change before she collapsed into the bed, dead asleep before her head hit the pillow.

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