outofshadows | Shipping Meme

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Shipping Meme

Welcome to the ToS Shipping Meme! The rules are simple.
1. Post your character/preferences.
2. Reply to other characters with one of the following scenarios
3. Ship it!
Remember, this is just a fun meme so you can ship things that would NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY in game. Yay for no in-character consequences to bad decisions.

SCENARIOS

1. Stupid Cupid Your characters stumble upon a room in the lab in the The Administrative Tower. A mist is in the air, something to help releive stress and make work production much better. Your characters may be close friends, strangers, or sworn enemies. Whatever the case is, they are now suddenly and inexplicably in complete and total love. They may or may not be aware that this makes no sense, but they can't help themselves.

2. Some Like It Hot Forget love and new beginnings. Something strange must be in the drink supply. There's no stopping you, even if you tried. Whoever you find first is the lucky person. Will you make it to a bed or not is anyone's guess.

3. I Can Hear The Bells Your characters are getting married. Maybe it's true love, maybe it's to get out of marrying Tristan, maybe you're being forced into it and this ship is a little dub-con, or maybe it's because you accidentally participated in some Nysgod ritual and weren't aware of its implications. Either way, the wedding is about to happen or just has. How do you feel about that?

4. I Don't Want To Go Your character has been determined to NOT be the one for Tristan. Whether or not they like it, they're being sent home. Do they choose to spend it with a close friend, with the one they love? Or maybe, do they decide to finally tell that person they've always had a crush on just how they feel? You only have one night left, what you do with it is up to you.

5. The First Time Your characters are interested in each other and it's time to do something about it. Either the first date, the first kiss, the first I love you....or some other significant first. Whatever it is, it's definitely time to take that step. So who's going to take the initiative?

6. The Morning After Your characters definitely went at it. Maybe it's the first time, maybe they're cheating on someone, maybe it was out of anger. Whatever the case, for some reason, it was significant and you're going to have to talk about it. Good morning, Starshine! The earth says it's time for some cuddling and/or awkward conversation.

7.Fuck The Man Tired of the rules, tired of the work hours? Why do it? Why not grab someone you like or dislike and slam them down in the staff room of the work space. Or against a tree in the park. Or even the landlady's office. They may not like it but who cares. It's time to work out some stress.

8. Potpourri Have another idea? Pregnancy, proposal, accidental body contact, trapped together, caught in the rain, hurt/comfort, etc? Go for it! Make your own scenarios up and run with them.

[ I totally stole the source code off the old one and altered it for the new setting, so ALLLLLL credit goes to the mods.]

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"No. I knew that. That it keeps you alive. Unless all those vampire stories are wrong which clearly they aren't."

She wrinkled her nose at his mention of a favorite drink. Blood was thick, but not as thick as a milkshake. And usually you drank milkshakes with a straw... not straight from the cows udder... And now she's remembering the plasmavore with her bendy straw.

"I'm not saying no. I'm not saying yes either..." she hastened to add. "I'm sort of used to the idea that losing blood is bad unless you're using it to donate to someone who needs it. To save their life... And you know... first encounter with an alien was someone who killed my supervisor by draining him..."

Oh stop talking. She's going to talk herself out of any more contact if she keeps going.

"But I think... right now... I would rather have you kissing me again. And we can take it from there..."

"Most of the stories are false... but another night." He waved the topic off. He really wished the bat thing was true, he'd totally turn into bats if he could.

"Hey, Martha," He started to speak as she tried to explain the blood issue. A light smile finally returning. She took the words out of his mouth. "I rather like that idea." He murmured. This time he leaned over to steal the kiss, the arm not being touched by her hand moving so he could cup her cheek and kiss her a little harder but this time he did not try to deepen the kiss. Worried his fangs might make a reappearance rather quickly.

Stories were always good, but maybe not for tonight.

Martha kept the kiss light from her end. For now. She wasn't tasting blood anymore, but she wasn't going to chance it at the moment. She didn't know how sensitive he was. Maybe he'd taste something she didn't, and then they'd be back to where they had just decided to move past.

No, she'd keep her tongue inside her own mouth and instead she lean back until she was lying down, drawing him down with her.

Another night, not tonight.

He didn't mind the kiss being light, because at least she seemed okay to be kissing him once more. He was worried after that display her mind might change. Her blood was sweet to him and sometime he would breech the subject again but not right now.

Right now he followed her lead as she was drawing him down he took his arms back to wiggle his arms free of the black pinstripped suit jacket and just let it fall on the floor to the wayside. When his hands came back to her one proped carefully over her head while the other ghosted over the front of her dress. Sure the couch was awkward at his stupid tall height but he wasn't going to complain. Nope, he was content just to keep trying to take her breath away with each kiss.

This she can handle. This is familiar territory. She can do this without panicking. And while she's still not sure how she feels about blood, she's perfectly happy here. And she wants more.

Martha's hands run down his sides and rest momentarily on his waist. A thought fights its way to the front of her brain, and her hands move back up to rest on his tie. His tie that she can't actually do anything about because he's too damn close at the moment. She'll just shove him away for the briefest of moments so she can work on unknotting that.

The blood could wait. But one day,maybe not tonight he would breech it, he had a bit of a kink for it. Even when he disliked what he is. The kiss is hard wired into his being. Vampires and blood go hand in hand.

A silly grin crossed his features during he kiss as she touched his tie. "Just pull it down." He spoke n a hushed tone moved back as far as she had pushed him but no more his mischievous green eyes watching her, while he busied himself untucking the suit shirt. A sight view of white could be see. Yes he had a blasted undershirt on too.he liked layers. Once he was done untucking it he moved his hands to her hips.

"Martha, I am going to kiss your neck,I promise I has no alterior motives... well besides the obvious." He was worried after his fang that she might freak out if he did not warn her.

She smiles as he helps her with the tie. Sam never wore them, and she'd never been able to take one off the Doctor as much as she wanted to. Tie undone and tossed in the general vicinity of the jacket, that is to say, on the floor, her fingers begin working at buttons when he mentions her neck.

She almost laughs when he warns her. If the fang incident hadn't happened, it'd be the funniest thing in the world. Except it had which means that she really appreciates him asking first. Or... telling... warning...

Martha places a hand on his cheek and nods, though not without a tiny bit of hesitation.

With the buttons undone he shifted to sit up just a touch more and slipped the shirt off leaving the simple white t-shirt which he just as quickly pulled over his head and tossed aside with his discarded layers.

Yes, he was pale as can be. But for a merchant of his time, he had clearly done some work that kept him in shape. He was toned but not exactly muscular. More thin then not, and an amusing thing, his chest hair though not terribly thick was lighter then the rest of his body hair. Closer to brown then the black from his head and usually sported on his chin.

He smiled at her. The nod had been all he needed,leaning down he brought his cool lips down on her neck, not over the vein but the nap of her neck and he started to plant soft loving kisses along the patch of skin.

Martha shudders under Dorian's ministrations and her fingers curl around his back, leaving small crescent imprints in his back as her nails dig in. It takes a moment before she's able to respond in kind. Finally her hands unclench and she ghosts her fingers up and down his spine, marveling in the coolness of his skin and the sharp contrast of his pale skin against her own dark color.

Her other hand snakes up so she can tangle her hand in his curls once again and ever so slightly increases pressure as she directs him to her collarbone.

The shutter and the feel of her nails digging in encouraged him on. It didn't hurt, she could have dig her nails in hard enough to break skin and he wouldn't have pulled away from his little kisses. The only thing that would stop his ministrations was her. One whimper, one whispered word of no and he would stop. He wanted her to be comfortable after all.

Moving his kisses as she was leading him he playfully nipped at her collarbone but there was no sharp teeth in the little nip. He was concentrating to keep his fangs away, he was the awesome kind of vampire with the retractable fangs. Which is why they sometimes get away from him. While he kissed along he moved a hand down to her hip to trace her skin through her dress. The contrast of skin hadn't really clicked to him yet as he was focused on her. Though in all truth, she probally was not the first lady of color he had ever been with. He did live in the south a very long time.

His head tipped back slightly, freeing up a bit more of his throat to Dorian; his breath hitched a little, and after a moment's hesitation, he nodded. It wasn't enough. After a slow inhale, Draco let the affirmation out on the accompanying exhale: "Yes. Do it." The tone was part arousal, part exhilaration, part interest, and all in.

He pressed back against her, dead sure they were thinking along the same lines. It wasn't hard to move them away from the heavy bag then, keeping his mouth on hers even as he started to slowly steer them both back to the nearest wall; having something behind them seemed a better idea than just having at it in the middle of the room, and he wasn't entirely sure that he trusted the floor. Once there, his hands slid purposefully down her sides, appreciating her curves for a moment before one moved to slide beneath her shirt.

"As you wish." He practically purred against Draco's neck, shifting his head down to the nape of his neck the fangs freed and slowly piercing the skin. His hands started to explore over the shirt just a bit. It was a lovely shirt after all. Nice fabric.

The vampire took his time drinking slowly to prolong the pleasure that came with his bite, he's had people actually mess themselves more then once from his bite, the best perk of being an under sexual vampire was a bite that kept others from running. Hard to run when your minds exploding in a good way.

Draco had a thing about being bitten most of the time, and that didn't even take into consideration vampirism. The vampirism, oddly enough, just made it better; it was mostly odd because Draco had such a thing about vampires. He liked so much to just ignore what they were and the dangers thereof.

But now that he was faced with a bite, he was finding that it really wasn't that bad at all. A low groan escaped him as Dorian's fangs pierced and sank into his skin, the sensation immediately going low in his body. It didn't matter that he'd been warned; there was no warning that could ever have prepared him for the sudden arousal that had him dragging Dorian that much closer, hands clinging tightly to the other man as he fed, fingers moving to tangle in his hair.

The taste of Draco's blood was sweet, mage blood always was, and though Draco was a wizard his blood still had that sweet taste that a mage would have. It earned a low throaty groan between two swollows of blood, a bit escaped the corner of his mouth rolling down his face.

His hands moved forward to tug and untuck Draco's shirt as he kept the bite going for a few seconds longer while the other was tugging him closer. Dorian had a thing about his hair being pulled which made him push a bit more against Draco to press his cool but hardening form against him, stupid pants getting in the way.

Her first step was a little uneven, hands spreading and making Draco her focus of balance as he steered them. The closest non benched wall was all of seven steps away and they found it easily. A soft note is pushed out of Devi as her back finds the wall, one arm draping over his shoulder to let her fingers play up the back of his neck into his hair.

He'll feel a subtle hourglass figure with complimentary soft unmarred skin, and the slight hitch of that side of her hip when his hand comes upon it suggested that she knew how to move them.

Martha arched her back as he nipped at her, groaning with the sensations traveling through every synapse. After a moment, she reached for the hand tracing circles are her hip. She twined her fingers in hi for a brief second before she twisted slightly and brought it up to the zipper at the back of her dress. There were too many layers of fabric between them and Martha wanted more. Much much more.

His hand moved up, the words barely registering as the telepath was pulled into that same wanton desire. His thumb slid inwards, delicately tracing along the growing length under the fabric of Dorian's trousers.

"I do," he spoke softly, words almost breathless.

An advantage of having supernatural senses, peaks of arousal released it's own kind of natural pheromone and the vampire could pick it up with ease. It was a kind of addiction, with her groans and the heightened sensations he made a low groan of his own as her fingers twined his and lead them back to her zipper.

He lifted his head stopping his little kisses and nips to look at her a moment as he started to pull the zipper down against her arched back. "You are beautiful." He spoke low as he pulled the zipper down purposely slow. He was a terrible tease when he wanted to be. He liked to make his lovers come undone.

Martha sighed, frustrated when the kisses stopped and the zipper took longer than it should to unzip. She smiled at the compliment, but the only thing she could tell him back was, "And you good sir, are a hopeless tease."

It was enough to drive her mad. Unable to stand just having him watch her as he slowly released her from her dress, Martha leaned up to kiss him again. She didn't care if there was still blood on her tongue or not. Her hand tangled in his hair again, already comfortable as she desperately kissed him.

"Guilty as charged." He murmured as her lips met his. he met her desperate kiss with as much hunger and desire. It was easy to fall back into the rush of passion even when he was trying to be a tease. Putting something shiny before him was distracting and she was very shiny.

He parted his own lips to try and return to the deeper kiss once more reminding himself in a mental recant to not let his fangs free. He felt like a fumbling teenager. Not that he had been making out with lovely women as a teenager but still, the fact remained. Once the zipper was down he started to pull the dress straps down aiming to take it down via her hips so not to break the kiss yet.

Except the problem with is line of thinking is that her dress is a halter top. They'll have to break so he can get it over her head. That or he'll rip it. Martha doesn't care much what happens to the dress at the moment. There are much more important things to worry about such as running her hands down his rib cage and learning just what he feels like.

Feeling the warm trails of her hands going along his ribs he couldn't help a little noise of approval escaping into the kiss. He loved to feel the warmth of another since he himself had no warmth to offer.

Sometimes, he purposely dressed to make himself seem a little thicker then he is. In truth Dorian was a wiry built man. He was more skinny then not which given his height sometimes made him seem a little too thin, at the moment he could care less how he appeared as long as the woman under him was pleased.

Finally breaking the kiss so she could breath, and so he could put a hand behind her back and start easing her up. "We must get rid of these pesky layers." he explained. The hand not behind her back went to pull off his suit shoes leaving him in... dinosaur socks, his pants and belt. Still he wanted her dress on the floor. He wanted to properly explore her warm welcoming skin.

Thankfully, he had a firm enough grip on her that the chances of her accidentally taking a tumble were fairly low; the short distance helped too, giving him little reason to break the kiss in order to relocate them, as he might have had to do if they'd wanted to go anywhere else. He only had a couple of inches on her, he was realising now, but he was apparently realising quite a lot of things: with them just standing there, he wouldn't have noticed her figure quite as much, nor her height, nor the general plushness of her lips beneath his.

Draco couldn't help the pleased curve that tugged at the corners of his mouth when she rocked into his hand just a little. It didn't need to be much, not when such a tiny hitch spoke volumes, encouraging him to keep up the brush of his fingers against her skin. His mouth dropped away from hers when they found the wall, dropping to nip a kiss against the underside of her jaw; his hand continued its steady progression upwards, skimming across her stomach lightly.

Martha didn't care what he looked like. He was beautiful in her eyes. Besides, she tended to fall for the lank and skinny ones.

Martha followed him up willingly. "I agree. Too many. Way too many." She frowned to have him so far away though. Better hurry it along though. Her own hands start working at the dress, knowing just how to get it off. And breathing was better than not.

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