Make My Voice Brand New [COMPLETED]

Drive Me Out My Mind

"Come here." He whispered.

"What?" She breathed, swallowing slightly after she'd said it. He moved the hand from her neck down to her leg, sliding it round and under, and tugged. He was sure the alcohol was doing this for him, but he can't say that he minded.

"Come. Here." He ordered, waiting until she started to stand before pulling her swiftly into his lap, guiding her legs either side of him. She squeaked at the sudden movement, the chair rolling back slightly, and once she rebalanced, she leant on her knees to hold herself up in the air slightly. Her face was above his, and he looked up at her, moving his hand from her leg back to her neck. The hand that was around her waist moved further to her other hip, so that his arm was completely across her back, and he squeezed slightly to pull her down so she was sitting on his lap.

"What's all this about?" She muttered.

"Kissing you." He leant up, but she leant back.

"I meant...You were always too scared to even touch me before." He smiled slightly and reached up to her neck, placing a slow kiss to her skin.

"I think we both know why I'm not scared now." He jerked his head to where the bottle was sitting on the table. "Would you rather I stopped?" He breathed as he kissed her neck, and he felt her head move back so he could keep going.

"I just...don't want...You to feel...like... You don't..." His hand found her head and guided her face down to his, and he kissed her again to stop her from talking. She was an amazing kisser, and he felt his skin prickling with heat as his nerves spiked throughout his body, his hands gripping her head and her waist tight as she rolled her hips closer to him. His mouth shuddered open with a gasp as he felt his blood rushing through his veins down to his crotch, the action stirring a new sensation in him.

The hand he had on her head floated down, and his arm slid back from around her waist, his fingers finding a place on each of her thighs as their kiss went deeper, hungrier. He could vaguely feel her hands on either side of his face, guiding him to where she wanted his mouth to be somehow closer than it already was over hers.

When he said he'd kissed people before, he wanted to take that back. He had never been kissed like he was being kissed right now, like he was melting into putty then being electrocuted back into life, with every touch and release Luka's lips were bestowing on him. His arms felt like jelly at the sheer ecstasy, but also felt like lead, unable to move, wanting to just be a thing used by her for her pleasure.

She hummed as she kissed him again, her hips rocking into him, again, which made his breath catch in his throat, again. He could feel...things...getting harder, and now he didn't know what he was supposed to do. He started trying to work out what the next step of this situation was going to be, that when her hands suddenly slid under his white t shirt, he flinched. She pulled back.

"Are you okay?" She asked, breathless. He just stared at her for a few seconds.

"Uhh..." Silence fell over them again. "I..."

They both snapped their heads to the doorway as they heard some clattering echoing from the hallway.

Then they looked back at each other as a very familiar voice started yelling.

"LUKA! CLEAR A WORKBENCH I'VE GOT AN IDEA!"

Tony Stark was heading to the lab.

"Shit shit shit!" Luka hissed, jumping off Peter and smoothing down her hair, while Peter just stared at her, dumbfounded. "Move!" She snapped at him, scaring him into standing up and looking around.