lincolnmiller | Wednesday Night Movies [For Lee]

"I don't tell Roosevelt he is beautiful, ruggedly manly maybe. And I have to tell you that you're beautiful because it's true. Because I love you," Lincoln replied honestly. He meant it, meant that he loved her... as a friend. He really did.

Thumb tracing over Lee's rib case, his fingertips grazed against Lee's breast as she stretched and leaned over to take a drink. Glancing down at her, he stiffened slightly at how she looked in front of him and what it looked like she was potentially doing.

"Uh, you okay? You want to sit on my lap?" Lincoln asked bemused, stretching out his other arm to slide comfortably round and beneath her ass before he tugged her closer. "I don't mind."

Because he really didn't at all. In fact he was pretty sure he might end up liking it a damn sight more than he should.

Lee was half in his lap before she realised what was happening. “Lincoln!” She hissed, as she ended up at eyelevel with him, his arms wrapped around her, holding her close. His arms were warm and heavy around her and she pressed closer, almost groaning with how warm he was. She didn’t realise she’d been cold until that point. Or maybe she was just flushed with how much liked this.

She smiled at him. “This isn’t watching the movie.” She said quietly, relaxing back into the support of his arms and wriggling to get seated properly in his lap. She looped an arm around his neck and leant in to whisper in his ear. “You’re distracted.” She said, grinning.

Lincoln laughed a little inappropriately as King Nipples, Evil Emperor Oscar Award Winner, did something predictably diabolical on screen. Covering his mouth before he earned any glares, he kept one arm round Lee as he tugged her onto his lap.

"Yeah, well it's kind of terrible and you're very distracting." Lincoln murmured in response. Almost groaning as she shifted in his lap, Lincoln breathed out through the rush of desire as Lee made herself comfortable. Looking at her, he let his hand rest on her leg before slowly sliding up her thigh. "Lee..."

She laughed with Lincoln and someone behind them shushed them. Lee rolled her eyes at them for not having a sense of humour.

Smiling at Lincoln, she shook her head and leaned close. “It really is. And I’m not trying to be distract-...” Lee stopped as Lincolns warm hand started to move up her thigh. She closed her eyes for a second and bit her lip. This shouldn’t feel as good as it did. “Linc?” she whispered, opening her eyes to search his. He was making it hard to concentrate on anything.

Snickering when someone shushed them, Lincoln leaned forward and pressed their heads together. Smiling at their closeness, Lincoln turned his mouth up and kissed the tip of Lee's nose, then her cheek as he grinned like a dork at her.

"Yeah, well you are a good distraction. But you should quit squirming or I will throw you over my shoulder Ms Stevens." Lincoln murmured, his thumb pressing against the inside of her thigh as he drew his hand slowly upwards. Trying to keep her secure in his lap. "Love you... But this film is really, really bad. Want to go back to mine instead? We could fool around... On Xbox."

Lee nodded immediately. “God yes please, I love you. It’s so awful. Let’s go home.” She grinned. “I don’t need to be thrown over your shoulder though. I have legs.” She raised her knees and waggled her legs which was a mistake as his hand immediately went much further up her thigh than it should be. Lee blushed furiously and bit her lip, plucking his hand off her legs and threading her fingers through his. “Yes. Home. Games, et cetera.”

"I like throwing you over my shoulder and having my terrible way with you." Lincoln replied, letting out a laugh which he almost choked on when his hands slipped higher. Too high. Flustered, he tried not to look directly at Lee as she peeled his hand away, a hand that felt too warm. "Food, games, then didn't you say you were going to let me try and fall asleep on top of you."

Lincoln picked Lee up easily before placing her down on the floor. Squeezing her hand, he leaned across and brushed a kiss against the corner of her mouth before walking her out the building.

"I'm glad you said you'd come over, I always like it when you stay over." Lincoln murmured, shrugging his jacket off to drape over Lee's shoulders. Tugging her close he rubbed the back of her hand as they walked towards his place. "As soon as we get back to mine though, I'm burying myself between your legs. Which sounds uhhh... for cuddles? I meant for the snuggling not yeah."

“I did say that but you also promised that there wouldn’t be any smothering. Just remember that.” Squeaking as Lincoln picked her up and put her down again, Lee grabbed her bag and followed him out.

She grinned as he tucked her into his side, his jacket warm around her. She was about to tell him she loved staying over when he started talking about burying himself between her legs and she stumbled, catching herself before she made a complete ass of herself. “Lincoln. Your mom would slap you for saying things like that to me.” She said, laughing.

"I did,didn't I? Don't worry Roosevelt used to have me do push ups in my sleep. I could go for hours without squashing you beneath me."Lincoln replied naively, leading Lee up the stairs towards his apartment. Holding the door open for her, he bent down and kissed her cheek as she brushed past. "My mom has never heard you on Xbox. And I didn't-"

The image of Lee laughing and flushed, naked, beneath him wouldn't go away though. Even as he drew her close and shut the door behind them. Even as he ignored his half-hard cock pressing against her ass as he directed her to the couch.

"I'm sticking the lasagne in, be prepared for incoming snuggling in five." Lincoln warned before heading towards the kitchen. Putting the lasagne in, he kicked off his boots as he stretched and headed to join Lee. "And also, I'm not sure how else we do it with me on top without being you know..."

He was going to kill her if he kept putting images like the ones currently parading around her head. The idea of him naked and pressing down over her was enough to have her swallowing hard. It wasn’t helped when he tugged her inside his place, kissing her cheek and pressing his hard body against her as she went to the couch. She stripped his jacket off along with her shoes and flopped face first onto the couch. She didn’t know if she was ever going to be prepared for snuggling if he kept talking like a porn star. She tried to suck it up.

“You’re not even going to pretend this is about games, are you?” She said, lifting her head and grinning at him over the couch back. “You just want snuggles until there’s food and then more snuggling afterwards. And I can always go on top.” She said, realising instantly the way that sounded and then dropped her head back to the couch. “I did not mean that the way it sounded. You’re rubbing off on me.”

"This is totally about gaming, totally." Lincoln replied, turning about and grabbing them both drinks before placing them down on his coffee table. Grabbing his controller he left it within Lee reachable distance before laughing as she suggested she get on top. "If you need to go in for the kill and concentrate, then my lap is all yours to command my lady."

Lincoln lifted her ankle ducking beneath her leg as he shifted to lie on the couch with her. To be fair they were more likely to stick netflix on and watch Red vs Blue than actually play at the moment but he was still going to give Lee the option. "And Roosevelt is rubbing off on me, it's a terrible life we live."

Lincoln bit back a groan as he kept his weight on one arm and did not squash Lee but snuggled against her as he held her tightly. Thinking not entirely innocent thoughts.

"You pick what you want, I'm not going to snuggle slash snore in your ear for the next twenty minutes." Lincoln murmured with a smile, looking down at Lee as he brushed his lips against her neck and buried his head against her shoulder. Mock snoring a little loudly.

“Your lap is mine to command?” Lee asked trying to ignore the way that idea made her flush. “You really do sound like Roosevelt. Quit it, right now.”

Lee flailed for the remote, ignoring the controller, and put on one of the series of their shared favourite shows. He manhandled her into a comfortable position and she went where he put her, pressing his weight down on her but not squashing her. He was always so gentle with her. Thoughts of when he might not be so gentle with her flitted through her mind, those big hands in her hair, tugging and exposing her throat to his li-...

Her hips tried to roll but she stopped the movement and hoped Lincoln didn’t feel it. At the same time, he dropped his head onto her shoulder and started to fake snore obnoxiously.

She snorted a laugh. “You’re such an awful faker.” She said poking him in the side.

"I'm sorry, I'll try." Lincoln replied, laughing softly as he felt her squirm beneath him and tried to reach for the remote control. Rubbing his stubbled jaw against her neck, he brushed his lips against her skin and pressed light delicate kisses against her as he felt her put on one of their shows. "Ow, ow uncle don't hurt me."

Lincoln leaned up a little, letting out a groan then tried to cover it with a cough as he felt her hips roll under him. Maybe this was a bad idea, lying like this especially when he pressed into her and felt her align perfectly against him- against his cock.

“You’re going to try...riiiiiight.” She teased gently. “He’s in your soul now. You’ll never be the same.” Lee posed dramatically, back of her hand to her forehead like a swooning twenties dilatante. She smiled when he flinched and would have poked him again, but the feel of his stubble on her throat stopped her hands, leaving them resting on his waist. The scratching was immediately followed by the feel of his lips brushing over and over again...it was hypnotising. Lee swallowed down a groan and looked up at him.

“Linc-...” She started and then he shifted again and she felt the perfect way their bodies aligned. This had to change. She couldn’t do this, not with him covering her like he was about to start rocking into her at any second. “Move...Up, up.” She said, pushing at his shoulder gently. When he complied she bullied him down onto his back. “Better.” She said, smiling down at him and laying beside him, sprawled over him with her leg hooked over both of his and her head on his chest.

It was too much, too tempting with her beneath him. Clearing his throat he shifted back when she pushed up at him. Smiling good naturedly, he sat up then slid back so he was the one lying down.

"Okay, moving. Sorry," Lincoln murmured as she stretched out beside him and slung a leg over his. Wrapping his arms round her, he pressed his hand beneath her shirt and slid it up. Looking down at Lee, he leaned down to kiss her softly. Her cheek at least. "this is better, don't you think?"

He was softer than his physique would seem to be, a warm, firm but giving shape underneath her. It was nights like this she wondered what it would be like to actively have him as her space heater, laying next to her at night, wound around her.

He kissed her cheek and she pressed into it, shifting her leg higher and pressing herself closer, face buried in his throat. “I like this. Can I stay here forever? I have so much to do tomorrow and I don’t want to do any of it. I want a day off.” She whined quietly, lips brushing his throat.

Fingertips tracing circles and patterns against Lee's skin, Lincoln marvelled at how soft and warm she was. Turning his head, he brushed a kiss against the corner of her mouth as he breathed her in.

"You can stay as long as you want, promise. I'll get bunk beds," Lincoln murmured. He'd do it even though he preferred this, her snuggling up beside him. Letting out a soft groan- kind of snort like noise at her nuzzling his neck, Lincoln blushed and tightened his hold on her. "But you do have to go to work but it'll be good because I'll take you and pick you up. You're very own knight in shining armour."

Lee groaned dramatically and slid her hand over his chest, tucking it under his arm and his ribs so they were flush, chest to chest. “You’re my hero. My actual hero.” She said, unable to resist the sigh that escaped her. “Bunk beds aren’t required though...you have a guest room, remember?” She grinned at him and tugged at the neck of his t-shirt with her teeth playfully. “And a supply of tshirts for me to steal.”

"I thought you'd want a server room, think of the servers Lee. Cold and lonely without you," Lincoln murmured, letting out a content sigh. Feeling his cheeks flush, he laughed a little nervously as he felt her breasts press into his chest. "You just want me shirtless, I know your game. Or are you just too hungry, trying to eat me?"

“Server rooms aren’t good sleeping places.” She said, lifting up to look down at him. “I could always sleep with you.” She suggested.

She laughed and looked down the length of his body, smile falling away as she imagined him shirtless under her. She shook herself and grinned, shuffling up and swinging into his lap, sitting back on the tops of his thighs. “Huuuuuuungry. Yeah, you should be feeding me then.” She said.

"In my bed? Sure, it's not like we haven't slept together before."Lincoln began before grumbling as Lee sat up and shifted away from him.

Following the warmth and Allure of her body, Lincoln stretched his hands up her thighs and sighed. Pressing kisses to her neck, he lifted her up before carrying her over to sit at the kitchen bar with him.

Peeling off his shirt he offered it to Lee before grabbing the hot tray out if the oven. Placing it down he began to cut out the lasagne for Lee.

"Now, don't eat that shirt all at once."

“You’re a saint amongst hosts.” She said and he grumbled as she moved, which just made Lee laugh. Or she would have but she was too busy being carried to the kitchen and then having a warm, soft shirt thrown at her face. She gnawed on it dramatically as he dished up. Of course that meant watching him bend and flex, muscles working across his bare torso. She took the shirt out of her mouth and just watched.

"Of course, I am. My mom raised me right, treat a lady like a lady." Lincoln replied, not bothering with an oven glove as he moved the hot plate round. Dishing up two portions of lasagne, he added the garlic bread and tossed the salad before humming on a choice of drinks. Beer was traditional for them but wine went with pasta, right? "Plus, it helps that I like sleeping with you. You never complain about my snoring."

Or him waking half-hard or even erect and pressing against her. He had on one notable occasion, accidentally cupped her breasts while they slept but he was pretty sure she didn't know about that. And he wasn't going to tell her, he hadn't been able to look her in the eyes for days.

"Wine?" Lincoln asked, stretching up to get them glasses before placing a limonata drink down as well just in case she wanted something non-alcoholic. Lincoln gestured to his shirt in Lee's hand as he turned and saw her staring at him. "You can change into that if you want. We're going to bed after this for more snuggling, right so... it's not like I'm going to need it back."

“You don’t snore.” Lee said, tearing her eyes away from his abs and smiling up at him. “You get a little grabby sometimes but I like that.” She said. Of course she’d excused the times she’d woken up with him pressed hard against her, poking her with something other than his fingers. He was a guy. Guys got morning wood. It wasn’t like he could help it, even if it did make her mouth go dry and her thighs want to part.

She tried to think of something clean to wipe that image from her head but now he was reaching up and getting glasses and she gave up on purity of thought for the evening. “Wine good. Food good.” She said, hopping down off the counter and looking at the shirt in her hands. Maybe if she changed she’d feel less like he was half naked and she was perving while fully clothed. “Okay. Two minutes.” She said, tiptoeing up to kiss his cheek and missing, catching the edge of his jaw instead. She grabbed her bag and went to the bathroom, changing in thirty seconds and brushing her hair out, twirling it up and putting it back messily in a clip. The shirt was about a million sizes too big for her and it hung off one bare shoulder, but it was long enough that she her little sleep shorts were just barely visible.

Lee didn’t even bother looking in the mirror. He’d seen her in much worse states of sleepy/drunk/passed out. She bounced out of the bathroom and over to him, looking at the food. “That looks amazing.”

"I can't help it, you're warm and beautiful and smell good. It just takes a little while to wake up," Lincoln replied at her grabby comment. She never seemed to mind and even she got a little touchy whenever they slept over together. He didn't mind, he liked it when she touched him like that.

"I am starting without you," Lincoln called out as she hopped down from the counter. Smiling at her warmly as she brushed a kiss against his jaw, he leaned down into the kiss and watched her fondly as she disappeared. Pulling out chairs at the table for them both, he poured them both wine and set the table. At the last moment he lit a couple of candles with a fingertip and added a flower to her side of the table. "Hey, now that looks better. There's my Lee."

Lincoln pulled out the chair for her, leaning down to brush a kiss against her cheek as they sat down together. He didn't glance any further down from his position just in case, his shirt was much bigger on her and he didn't want her thinking he was trying to get a look down her top.

"Wanna play footsie under the table?" Lincoln joked, grinning as he tucked into the lasagne.

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