[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention. -> Valerie and W1LDC4RD (Lee) || @ineffablemuses
💜 Sexual Tension Prompts // CLOSED 💜
Lee wasn’t really paying attention. Like at all.
He was too wrapped up in his current coding project, lines of semi-organized C# jargon piling upon itself in his vision in bold red, yellow, and green lettering. Logic embroidered onto optics in threads of numbers and letters an characters so eloquently strung together by commands and functions. And sure, he handled it masterfully. His skill on a keyboard was matched by few- but it still took a great deal of his patience and concentration to manage it all.
So he didn’t think much of Val’s body heat coming in close, searing his side as she drew near him while he buried his nose in code. Until suddenly her face came into focus behind layers and layers of words diluted in numbers and variables. He froze up a bit, the dance of endless characters pausing and momentarily sweeping to the distant sides of his vision to focus on her bright eyes, who creamy skin, her plump lips drawing nearer to his. His breath hitched, the color flushing his cheeks. He was so thankful he had a mask covering a large portion of his face and the blush creeping up his neck and jawline. Her eyes lidded, lips puckering momentarily as though making to kiss him. Then her arm shot out past him, hand grazing over his shoulder as it reached behind him.
“There it is!” She announced, drawing back with her prize - some odd trinket or something she’d stored in their little hideaway. Lee huffed, trying not to look disappointed over her teasing and failing miserably. She giggled and winked at him, moving to draw back entirely. He wasn’t about to let her get away that easily though. His arms looped around her waist and quickly drew her back in, plopping her on his lap. One hand left her hip to pull down his mask and crush her lips to his, desperate and aching and passionate. He stifled the noise of surprise that left her mouth and grinned at how it melted into the kiss. She grasped his shoulders and the netrunner gladly returned the gesture with a palm encircling her back and dexterous fingers combing themselves through her hair.
“Don’t taunt me like that,” he muttered as he pulled away, relishing in the dark flush now coating her cheeks and the way her lips pulled up into a grin. “You know how much I hate it.”