Wednesday Night Movies [For Lee]

[lincolnmiller]

He was running late and literally running to catch up with Lee. Running a hand through his hair, he smiled as he spotted her from across the street at the cinema and waved over. Almost running into traffic, he stopped and waited before finishing the sprint across the street towards her. He'd made a somewhat significant effort to look remotely nice and he had in fact shaved. Or at least trimmed his beard so it wasn't fire-starting worthy.

"Hey, sorry. I was in the shower, forgot the time. Sorry, sorry." Lincoln began apologising as his hands went round Lee's waist and he leaned in to brush a kiss against her cheek. Pulling back, he smiled at her before indicating they should go in and catch the movie. "You look... really nice."

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[lincolnmiller]

"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."

[thediceloveme]

“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.

[lincolnmiller]

"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."

[thediceloveme]

“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.”

[lincolnmiller]

"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.

[thediceloveme]

“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.

[lincolnmiller]

"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.

[thediceloveme]

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.

[lincolnmiller]

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.

[thediceloveme]

“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.

[lincolnmiller]

"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?"

[thediceloveme]

“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.

[lincolnmiller]

"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?"

[thediceloveme]

“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.”

[lincolnmiller]

"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.

[thediceloveme]

“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.”

[lincolnmiller]

"Yeah, hmm sweats?" Lincoln asked, smiling at Lee as she stared at him. Raising an eyebrow at her, he let out an exaggerated sigh as she agreed that he was good as he was. He kind of really didn't want to be bothered with sweats and it was nice that Lee didn't mind. That she felt as comfortable with him as he did with her. "That was a rather cute little flash there Miss Stevens."

Lincoln laughed as he watched her drop to the bed. Climbing into bed with her, he pulled the covers back up before reaching for Lee. Tugging her close, he leaned down and kissed her cheek softly before wrapping his arms around her.

"You want to be little spoon, or do you want to sleep on top?" Lincoln murmured, nuzzling her neck tiredly.

[thediceloveme]

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She said as he pulled her close. He was sleepy and warm. He was adorable like this, all grabby and gruff. “Can I have both?” She said and then bounced up to her knees, bullying him onto his back and rolling over to lay on him, her back to his front. She stared up at the ceiling and shuffled to get comfy, lifting her head and taking out her clip, tossing it onto the bedside table so her hair fell in his face as she laughed. “Okay this might not work.”

[lincolnmiller]

"I did, I was wondering what was under there." Lincoln murmured, smiling as Lee pressed him flat back into bed. Hand drawing up from her thighs, Lincoln brought his hands up to just below her breasts before stopping. "This isn't exactly comfortable."

Lincoln blew her hair out of his way before rolling her gently over onto her side. Sliding up to press his hips against her ass, Lincoln drew his arms around her before holding her close.

"This is much better, don't you think?" Lincoln asked quietly.

[thediceloveme]

Lee had to admit it was way more comfortable. She rolled a little further onto her front, pulling him with her so his weight on and over her pressed her securely into the bed, her knee sliding up the soft sheets that smelled like him. “Yeah okay. This is slightly better.” She murmured, rubbing her cheek against the arm under her head. “You might wake up with a dead arm though.” She said, craning to look at him in the dark.

[lincolnmiller]

Smiling, he flushed a little as she pulled him with her. His knee slid between hers, pressing him more against her as he followed her lead. It'd be hard not to be aroused like this with any girl, let alone someone as beautiful as Lee.

Leaning down, he brushed her hair back as she turned her head a little. Brushing a chaste, friendly kiss against her mouth, he smiled down at her in the dark.

"I don't mind, use me however you want Lee." Lincoln murmured, nuzzling her neck and smiling.

[thediceloveme]

He kissed her and she was endlessly glad that he couldn’t see the crimson of her blush in the dark of the bedroom. The idea that he might actually do that in earnest hadn’t ever really occurred to her but there she was, in his bed with him, his intense bodyheat lulling her to sleep.

She smiled and turned back to nuzzle into the meat of his arm, kissing the soft skin there. “You shouldn’t give me permission like that, Lincoln.” She hummed against his skin. “Who knows what I’d do with it.”

[lincolnmiller]

Lincoln let out a soft breathy groan as he felt light kisses against his arm, tightening his hold on Lee he sighed into her. Nuzzling the back of her neck, he rubbed his lips against her skin and enjoyed the way they just were together. It was always nice like this, natural. He loved it.

"Mmmm? What would you do with it? If you could," Lincoln asked, hand scratching Lee's stomach and almost brushing her breast.

[thediceloveme]

She wanted to purr, she was so content. Lincoln was squeezing her tight against him, lips and voice pressing in through her skin at the back of her neck. His fingers were tracing idle patterns on her ribs and she was drifting. She’d be asleep before long but she was awake enough to want to tease him a little bit.

“Make you make at least two lasagnas a week. Backrubs. Let me win at Sniper Elite once in my entire life.” She said, arching back to rub her cheek against his. Sleep was starting to take her so she didn’t stop herself when the urge to kiss his cheek takes over, pressing her lips against his cheek and leaving them there. Maybe it was too personal but she just wanted to have the taste of him on her lips for a second.

[lincolnmiller]

Tracing Lee's name against her ribs, Lincoln gently stroked her skin loving the way she arched into his touch. Rubbing his thumb against her warm, soft skin, Lincoln let out a little satisfied noise at the way she leaned into him. Knee sliding higher, he felt his thigh press tight against Lee even as she reeled off what she wanted.

"Okay, can do. Except maybe sniper elite, that's a deal breaker." Lincoln groaned, the brush of her lips making him turn his head to look at her. Turning his head, he brushed another kiss against her mouth. Wondering what it might be like to kiss her.