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I Give You Lots (Coraline/Wybie)
Title: I Give You Lots
Fandom: Coraline
Length: 686 words
Prompt: Porn Battle VIII: Coraline, Coraline/Wybie, after prom
Pairing: Coraline/Wybie
Other: Sexual references.
Excerpt: They crashed prom, Wybie in his favored helmet and Coraline in a red cocktail dress and matching rainboots.
They crashed prom, Wybie in his favored helmet and Coraline in a red cocktail dress and matching rainboots. After thoroughly distressing the chaperones and guests by kick-dancing through a slow song, requesting the Chicken Dance from a bemused DJ, and spiking the punch, they got bored and went out to the woods where they used to play as children. Wybie parked his motorcycle and pulled his girlfriend into his lap. She stole his helmet and put it on, kicking her legs mischievously, but he just lifted the facemask and kissed her anyway.
"Wybie," she said after a moment, rocking forward and backward on the machine in a balance-distressing way.
"Coraline?" he said, looking up at her with his head cocked to one side. It was such a familiar pose that she giggled and grabbed his hands, pressing them to her breast.
She kissed him again, warmly, a kiss with promise, before she leaned up and breathed in his ear.
"Tag, Wybie," she said, leaping down from his motorcycle with the sound of fabric ripping. Cocktail dresses weren't meant for places like this (the rainboots were; she did have an advantage there). Her sudden move made the bike overbalance and Wybie fell with it, striking the ground with a dull thud.
Coraline giggled; she took a moment to tie her dress strap back together, and then she darted off toward the trees. Wybie laughed. He got up, brushed himself off, and chased after her.
"Coraline Jones!" he called into the night, following the glitter of red sequins. It had been the most ridiculous dress they could find in the Salvation Army resale store, "worn," Coraline had said, holding it up, "by a woman who could only have wanted to be a peacock, in another life. Did you see the feathers, Wybie?"
"You have to catch me, Wybourne!" she called back, turning around to see where he'd gone and running straight into a tree.
"Oof," she said, staggering back, hearing her dress strap rip again. She ran straight into Wybie, actually, who fell back a little bit but caught her, his hand slipping across the front of her dress in order to balance. With the strap broken, there was more exposed skin than he'd anticipated.
"Your dress, um," he said, flushing and glad for once that it was dark. Coraline turned and grinned at him.
"You going to be a gentleman and give me your shirt, Wybourne?" she said, drawling out his name. He frowned.
"You know I don't like that name," he said. Still, he began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt. She let him get most of the way through before she was embracing him, pulling him close so that her hands could meet at his back, under the fabric.
"I thought you wanted--"
"Afterward," she said, grinning, her hands sliding down to cup his buttocks, hearing the quiet crinkle of something important stored in his pocket.
"Planned on getting lucky after prom?" she teased, kissing his exposed neck. He didn't answer for a moment, pulling her closer, stealing her mouth.
"I don't know. Am I?" he managed, coming up for a breath.
She pulled him back against the tree she'd run into and pretended to consider, sliding her fingernails down his back.
"I think it's a lucky night for you," she said finally. She pulled him close, slipping her hands up around his neck and grinding into his hips.
"I have a blanket," Wybie said, gasping a little. "In the bike pouch."
"Lucky indeed," Coraline purred, tearing the other strap of her dress and letting it slide to the forest floor. He stared for a long moment at the petite girl, bathed in stripes of moonlight.
"You weren't wearing underwear," he said, feeling his voice squeak.
"Nope!" she replied, slipping around him and darting back towards the clearing and his bike. He watched her run, her beautiful pale behind flashing in the moonglow, and after a while he followed.
"You're it!" he called to her.
"Then why are you chasing me?" she replied, giggling.
"I always am," he mumbled to himself, smiling, and then he followed.
Fandom: Coraline
Length: 686 words
Prompt: Porn Battle VIII: Coraline, Coraline/Wybie, after prom
Pairing: Coraline/Wybie
Other: Sexual references.
Excerpt: They crashed prom, Wybie in his favored helmet and Coraline in a red cocktail dress and matching rainboots.
They crashed prom, Wybie in his favored helmet and Coraline in a red cocktail dress and matching rainboots. After thoroughly distressing the chaperones and guests by kick-dancing through a slow song, requesting the Chicken Dance from a bemused DJ, and spiking the punch, they got bored and went out to the woods where they used to play as children. Wybie parked his motorcycle and pulled his girlfriend into his lap. She stole his helmet and put it on, kicking her legs mischievously, but he just lifted the facemask and kissed her anyway.
"Wybie," she said after a moment, rocking forward and backward on the machine in a balance-distressing way.
"Coraline?" he said, looking up at her with his head cocked to one side. It was such a familiar pose that she giggled and grabbed his hands, pressing them to her breast.
She kissed him again, warmly, a kiss with promise, before she leaned up and breathed in his ear.
"Tag, Wybie," she said, leaping down from his motorcycle with the sound of fabric ripping. Cocktail dresses weren't meant for places like this (the rainboots were; she did have an advantage there). Her sudden move made the bike overbalance and Wybie fell with it, striking the ground with a dull thud.
Coraline giggled; she took a moment to tie her dress strap back together, and then she darted off toward the trees. Wybie laughed. He got up, brushed himself off, and chased after her.
"Coraline Jones!" he called into the night, following the glitter of red sequins. It had been the most ridiculous dress they could find in the Salvation Army resale store, "worn," Coraline had said, holding it up, "by a woman who could only have wanted to be a peacock, in another life. Did you see the feathers, Wybie?"
"You have to catch me, Wybourne!" she called back, turning around to see where he'd gone and running straight into a tree.
"Oof," she said, staggering back, hearing her dress strap rip again. She ran straight into Wybie, actually, who fell back a little bit but caught her, his hand slipping across the front of her dress in order to balance. With the strap broken, there was more exposed skin than he'd anticipated.
"Your dress, um," he said, flushing and glad for once that it was dark. Coraline turned and grinned at him.
"You going to be a gentleman and give me your shirt, Wybourne?" she said, drawling out his name. He frowned.
"You know I don't like that name," he said. Still, he began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt. She let him get most of the way through before she was embracing him, pulling him close so that her hands could meet at his back, under the fabric.
"I thought you wanted--"
"Afterward," she said, grinning, her hands sliding down to cup his buttocks, hearing the quiet crinkle of something important stored in his pocket.
"Planned on getting lucky after prom?" she teased, kissing his exposed neck. He didn't answer for a moment, pulling her closer, stealing her mouth.
"I don't know. Am I?" he managed, coming up for a breath.
She pulled him back against the tree she'd run into and pretended to consider, sliding her fingernails down his back.
"I think it's a lucky night for you," she said finally. She pulled him close, slipping her hands up around his neck and grinding into his hips.
"I have a blanket," Wybie said, gasping a little. "In the bike pouch."
"Lucky indeed," Coraline purred, tearing the other strap of her dress and letting it slide to the forest floor. He stared for a long moment at the petite girl, bathed in stripes of moonlight.
"You weren't wearing underwear," he said, feeling his voice squeak.
"Nope!" she replied, slipping around him and darting back towards the clearing and his bike. He watched her run, her beautiful pale behind flashing in the moonglow, and after a while he followed.
"You're it!" he called to her.
"Then why are you chasing me?" she replied, giggling.
"I always am," he mumbled to himself, smiling, and then he followed.
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