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Title: Celebration
Fandom: TRON
Warnings: NSFW, Sexual content
Who: Alan, Lora, Flynn
“Lora… wait – Mrph!” Alan managed before his wife’s lips claimed his own in a passionate kiss. The pair stumbled back when Alan’s legs hit the low soft in the apartment above the arcade.
Kevin’s surprised, but amused laugh could be heard across the loft. The newly appointed CEO of Encom took another celebratory drink of his beer, grinning widely as he watched his friends. Lora had put both him and Alan to shame, knocking back twice as many drinks, proving she could play ball with the big boys.
Alan’s eyes cracked open when he heard Flynn’s laughter, breaking the kiss as he flushed a deeper shade of red from alcohol and now embarrassment. He turned his head towards Flynn, intending to glare at him. However he felt soft fingers against his cheek, turning his attention back to Lora as she aggressively kissed him again.
He again made a muffled protest, but was quickly distracted as a tongue probed against his lips. Alan opened his mouth to Lora, closing his eyes as he wrapped an arm about her waist. The sounds of the arcade games, of the jukebox’s music, of the throws of teenagers and young adults cheering, chattering, and laughing faded out into a dull mummer.
Alan was acutely aware of Lora’s body pressed against his own, of the heat he felt as her chest pressed to his own. His hand left her waist, settling instead on the small of her back, fingers slipping under the tops of her slacks. She didn’t moan out but rather gasped, her back arching, her chest pressing more firmly against Alan’s. The programmer slipped his hand down the back of Lora’s slacks, along the lace fringe at the top of her cotton panties. The high cut allowed him to stroke his fingers along the bare flesh of her lower hip.
Lora reached back suddenly, pulling Alan’s hand from the back of her pants and placing it instead on the buttons at the front. A red flag went up in the back of Alan’s mind, but fingers gripping the bottom of his shirt and pulling it free of his own work slacks distracted him. Awkwardly he fumbled with the clasp of Lora’s pants before finally getting it undone. He pulled the zipper down, sliding fingers back inside. He teased her, feather light caresses along the hem of her panties, barely skimming skin.
Lora released Alan’s shirt, pulling back from their kiss to inhale sharply. Alan surged up, smashing his lips back against her’s. He wrapped his arm back around her waist, shoving his hand down her pants, taking them and her underwear with them as he pushed them off. Lora’s moan was muffled against Alan’s kiss swollen lips. She wiggled out of her pants with his aid. She pressed against him, knocking Alan back against the back of the couch, slouched just slightly.
Lora hooked her leg over his, moaning when she felt the pressure of his thigh between her legs. Alan blindly began to undo the button of her dress shirt, grunting humorously as she jostled him for position to do the same to him. At one point during the flurry of unbuttoning their shirts Lora’s glasses hit Alan’s, which caused both to pant out a soft laugh. She removed her glasses, holding them, smudging the lenses as she wrapped her arm around the back of Alan’s neck.
It was also during this that Flynn set his forgotten beer aside and turned to rummage through a drawer in his nightstand. He pulled out the Polaroid camera and made sure he had film for it. When he turned back around he nearly dropped the camera as he watched his best friend pull Lora’s bra down enough to reveal the nipple. It was nothing Kevin hadn’t seen before. That wasn’t what had shocked him.
Lora had just finished pulling the fly down on Alan’s pants and was pushing them open. Her hand disappeared inside his pants and the programmer made an obscene sound, an amazing feat in its own right given his mouth was otherwise occupied. His eyes followed as Lora pushed Alan’s boxers down as much as she was able given their positions. Her fingers dipped lower into his pants, lower than she could otherwise push the fabric down.
Kevin had a pretty good idea of what those fingers were doing given the way Alan’s body reacted. The two were completely oblivious to the world around them and Kevin had never been one to pass up an opportunity. Not the mention they were in his loft while they were supposed to be celebrating his return to Encom. It was only fair. The new CEO grinned as he held up the camera and snapped a picture of the very happy couple...
“FLYNN!” Could be heard in the arcade below a few seconds following the flash.
Fandom: TRON
Warnings: NSFW, Sexual content
Who: Alan, Lora, Flynn
“Lora… wait – Mrph!” Alan managed before his wife’s lips claimed his own in a passionate kiss. The pair stumbled back when Alan’s legs hit the low soft in the apartment above the arcade.
Kevin’s surprised, but amused laugh could be heard across the loft. The newly appointed CEO of Encom took another celebratory drink of his beer, grinning widely as he watched his friends. Lora had put both him and Alan to shame, knocking back twice as many drinks, proving she could play ball with the big boys.
Alan’s eyes cracked open when he heard Flynn’s laughter, breaking the kiss as he flushed a deeper shade of red from alcohol and now embarrassment. He turned his head towards Flynn, intending to glare at him. However he felt soft fingers against his cheek, turning his attention back to Lora as she aggressively kissed him again.
He again made a muffled protest, but was quickly distracted as a tongue probed against his lips. Alan opened his mouth to Lora, closing his eyes as he wrapped an arm about her waist. The sounds of the arcade games, of the jukebox’s music, of the throws of teenagers and young adults cheering, chattering, and laughing faded out into a dull mummer.
Alan was acutely aware of Lora’s body pressed against his own, of the heat he felt as her chest pressed to his own. His hand left her waist, settling instead on the small of her back, fingers slipping under the tops of her slacks. She didn’t moan out but rather gasped, her back arching, her chest pressing more firmly against Alan’s. The programmer slipped his hand down the back of Lora’s slacks, along the lace fringe at the top of her cotton panties. The high cut allowed him to stroke his fingers along the bare flesh of her lower hip.
Lora reached back suddenly, pulling Alan’s hand from the back of her pants and placing it instead on the buttons at the front. A red flag went up in the back of Alan’s mind, but fingers gripping the bottom of his shirt and pulling it free of his own work slacks distracted him. Awkwardly he fumbled with the clasp of Lora’s pants before finally getting it undone. He pulled the zipper down, sliding fingers back inside. He teased her, feather light caresses along the hem of her panties, barely skimming skin.
Lora released Alan’s shirt, pulling back from their kiss to inhale sharply. Alan surged up, smashing his lips back against her’s. He wrapped his arm back around her waist, shoving his hand down her pants, taking them and her underwear with them as he pushed them off. Lora’s moan was muffled against Alan’s kiss swollen lips. She wiggled out of her pants with his aid. She pressed against him, knocking Alan back against the back of the couch, slouched just slightly.
Lora hooked her leg over his, moaning when she felt the pressure of his thigh between her legs. Alan blindly began to undo the button of her dress shirt, grunting humorously as she jostled him for position to do the same to him. At one point during the flurry of unbuttoning their shirts Lora’s glasses hit Alan’s, which caused both to pant out a soft laugh. She removed her glasses, holding them, smudging the lenses as she wrapped her arm around the back of Alan’s neck.
It was also during this that Flynn set his forgotten beer aside and turned to rummage through a drawer in his nightstand. He pulled out the Polaroid camera and made sure he had film for it. When he turned back around he nearly dropped the camera as he watched his best friend pull Lora’s bra down enough to reveal the nipple. It was nothing Kevin hadn’t seen before. That wasn’t what had shocked him.
Lora had just finished pulling the fly down on Alan’s pants and was pushing them open. Her hand disappeared inside his pants and the programmer made an obscene sound, an amazing feat in its own right given his mouth was otherwise occupied. His eyes followed as Lora pushed Alan’s boxers down as much as she was able given their positions. Her fingers dipped lower into his pants, lower than she could otherwise push the fabric down.
Kevin had a pretty good idea of what those fingers were doing given the way Alan’s body reacted. The two were completely oblivious to the world around them and Kevin had never been one to pass up an opportunity. Not the mention they were in his loft while they were supposed to be celebrating his return to Encom. It was only fair. The new CEO grinned as he held up the camera and snapped a picture of the very happy couple...
“FLYNN!” Could be heard in the arcade below a few seconds following the flash.
