lincolnmiller | Wednesday Night Movies [For Lee]

“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.

“Let’s just agree that what happens in the bedroom, stays in the bedroom.” Lee said and laughed.

Leaning into the kiss, Lee sat down and absently shuffled her chair closer to him, enjoying the warmth coming off him. There were candles burning and a single orange tulip, her favourite flower, on her side of the table and she smiled at the effort. “So I didn’t look good before?” She asked, teasing as she tucked into her food, answering his footsie question by poking him in the calf with a toe.

"I can do that, our very own Vegas." Lincoln replied, laughing before he began to tuck in. He almost choked on his mouthful at her question before he shook his head and tried to explain.

"No, you looked great. But I like this too, this is my Lee the one that no one else gets to see." Lincoln murmured, reaching across to pull his shirt on her a little higher. Running his hand against her shoulder, he leaned in and pressed a kiss against her cheek. "You like it?"

Lincoln stretched his legs out, bumping his knee against hers as he tried to brush his foot against her bare leg.

Lee blushed and tried to eat while grinning at the idea of being his. She knew there was a side of him only she saw, the soft playful side filled with affection and genuine love. She didn’t often admit to being a little touch starved, but Lincoln seemed to know it naturally so she was always glad he was as handsy as he was, even if it might look odd to other people. It was their thing and no one else could touch it.

She nodded enthusiastically when he asked about the food, breaking off a piece of the garlic bread and moaning obscenely. “My god, Linc. You need to bake me bread products forever.” She said, swallowing hard as his foot grazed her calf leaving a line of heat as he went. Goosebumps broke out on her skin and she stretched her leg out over his, rubbing it over his shin.

Lincoln smiled when she blushed, watching her eat for a moment before he settled in to finishing off his own plate of food. He liked watching her though, when she didn't think anyone was looking. The way she blushed, smiling that little smile, and it was kind of hard not just leaning across and missing her cheek and kissing her lips instead.

"Sure, I can do that. I still vote you move in with me but well, that's just because I love having you here." Lincoln murmured, reaching out to run his fingertips up and down her arm as he watched goosebumps appear. Smiling when he felt her leg brush against his, he raised an eyebrow at her and rubbed his foot up to just against her knee.

“Just so you know...this is going a long way towards convincing me to make the move.” She said, forgetting the food on her fork as he started stroking her arm. At the same time she felt his foot travel further up her leg and looked up to see him raising a challenging eyebrow. Well two could play that game and she was more flexible than he was. Shuffling closer to the corner, she pinned his foot to the floor and slipped her leg over his so the back of her thigh sat on his knee, her lower leg dangling between his. She smiled sweetly at him and went back to her food.

"Okay, you win." Lincoln murmured, cheeks burning red as Lee draped her leg into his lap and close against him. Pressing free hand to her leg, Lincoln began to rub up her leg and inside her thigh as she seemed to quietly declare her victory over him. "You are ridiculously flexible, did you know that?"

“Double joints.” Lee said, swallowing her mouthful hard as he started to stroke the soft skin of her inner thigh absently. Clearing her throat, she shifted her leg gently out from under his hand. If she didn’t she was going to embarrass herself. She smiled at him, trying to remember what they’d been talking about. Oh yeah...flexibility. “Gymnastics as a kid, too.” She said, finishing up her dinner and then taking a long drink of her wine.

"Mmm?" Lincoln replied, looking at her confused as she pulled her leg from out beneath his hand. Brow furrowed, he tried to replay what he'd done to make her move away from him like that. "Gymnastics? I'm pretty sure the most athletic thing I did as a kid was belly flop or cannonball into the pool. Roosevelt was always trying to get me to do stuff."

Join the football team. Join the wrestling team. Weightlift. Run. Anything. And all Lincoln had wanted to do was play on his console and hole up in his room. His control had fluctuated a little with certain hormonal changes as a kid.

"You have to show me sometime, I'd love to see it." Lincoln scooted out from under the table, grabbing their plates before sticking them in the dishwasher. Stretching up, he rubbed his bare stomach and looked at Lee with a small smile. "Bed? Do I get to take you to bed now?"

“Roosevelt, as much as I hate to admit it, had your best interests at heart.” Lee said, rolling her eyes good naturedly as he got up and cleared away their plates. “But I’m sure I can show you some moves. I can still do a cartwheel I think. And a handstand. I might be able to get into a split if I stretch really well.”

Lee tried to ignore the flush of heat that went through her at those words and smiled instead. “You get to let me clean my teeth first. Then you can take me to bed.”

"As much as I hate to admit it, he was right, and I do actually enjoy working out. Well, the running. His crazy training programme is the worst," Lincoln said, laughing even if he'd tailored it to Lincoln. He found it a lot easier now than he did back when he'd first started. At first he'd thought Roosevelt was trying to kill him. "Splits?"

Lincoln tried to ignore the image that flashed through his head at that. Reaching out to Lee instead, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck as he waddled-walked her towards the spare bathroom. Abandoning her to go brush his own teeth, he unbuckled his belt from his en-suite and dropped his jeans down.

Pulling back the covers, he padded round his bedroom looking for a pair of sweats to wear.

"You want me to wear a pair of sweats or do you mind me just staying like this?" Lincoln asked, looking up and smiling at Lee as he beckoned her to bed.

“Yeah, splits. I used to be able to do them. I don’t know if I can now.” She grinned up at him as he walked her to the bathroom, trusting him to lead her in the right direction as she craned to look at him upside down, being silly because she was feeling loose and happy after the wine and food and proximity to Lincoln.

She dashed into the bathroom and scrubbed her teeth and washed her face, wandering back into his room to find him standing in his boxers. Her mouth went a little dry. “Hmm? Sweats?” She tried to think. “No you’re good. I mean you’re fine!” She took a breath. “You don’t need sweats. I’ve only got shorts and your shirt on.” She said, lifting his tshirt abover her navel so he could see the little sleep shorts as she smiled and crossed over to the bed, flopping on it dramatically. “Come as you are, linc.”

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