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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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That was something he'd be happy to know. He was a little self conscious even as a vampire. It might steam from lack of a reflection.

"I am glad we are in agreeance." He spoke as she took over working on her dress he moved his hands down to undo his belt and started to work out of his pants. When they reached the floor with a clink, due to teh metal bits of the buckle hitting together he looked her over, left now in just the socks and boxers he leaned into run his cool hands up over her newly exposed skin.

"Radiant, radiant is a much better word for you."

He isn't, and the reminder is enough for Xeno to force himself to calm somewhat, or at least let up on his grip.

"I'm sorry." His voice is anguished now, full of emotion that has no direction to go in. "I did not mean to hurt you." One hand lets go entirely, and the arm curls around the bottom part of Some's torso. Xeno's head turns, the pressure against Some's spine becoming more like a nuzzle.

"Will you stay?"

If he hadn't gripped her, she wouldn't have gone far, but it was only fair to let him help, seeing how as he was the reason that her balance was bonked anyway. Devi never really cared that people didn't see certain things about her, and it never stopped her from leering from behind a bang or out of her side vision. Draco had been no exception, but he had enough attention draped on him so it was largely ignored.

There was no ignoring the warm moisture of his mouth or the way her head automatically tilted up to grant his access. A single short half embarrassed laugh comes with the jump of skin under his hand as he moves across her. It was always strange to her, the involuntary movements that a body arbitrarily decided. It might have just been because they were in the training room of all places. It might have just been him and good timing. Whatever it was, she didn't particularly want it to stop.

Her free hand starts collecting his shirt, fingers gathering under it to slip beneath the fabric of his shirt. Skin was something she always particularly enjoyed feeling and now that this has cropped up, she's horribly curious as to what he feels like.

It's cold now that she doesn't have layers to protect her from Dorian's lack of heat. She continues kissing him until it's too much and she pulls back. "I think it's time we changed locations," she whispers before sliding out from underneath him clad only in her panties. She reaches a hand down to take his so she can lead him to the bed. They'll work on the socks and any other last vestiges of clothing there.

He nodded to her words, he could think of nothing to say that would not come off wrong so he just gave her a cute grin, lacing his fingers with hers as she lead the way. While walking he leaned forward to place a couple kisses on the closest exposed shoulder.

"Wait!" he spoke as he stopped. "I need something out of my pants, one moment. I promise not to keep you waiting." his mind finally clicking that, yes this was real. And no he wasn't dreaming. He wanted to grab the condom he carried just in case even if he didn't go out looking for such things it was better to be prepared and being a undead creature that can bond people with his blood... well he preferred his sexual encounters be safer for his partners.

She pauses as he runs back to his trousers, a bit put out, but once she sees what he went to grab, Martha doesn't fault him. She was a doctor. She made sure to have some in her nightstand just in case... But she wasn't thinking of Sam now. He was gone and she had moved on.

As it was, she made her way to the bed and slipped between the sheets as she waited for him to come back. "I have some in my dresser if that was what you were worried about," she said with a small laugh.

Dorian was firmly opposed at least to himself being imitate without protection. Even if he was sterile, at least he assumes he did not want to risk the other possible issues that could from unprotected sex with a vampire of his kind.

As he came back into her room, tale, pale his hair no longer styled more half messy then anything from the way her fingers had been through it and clad only in the tinted red silk boxers. He had a thing for silk against his skin. Everyone had a thing.

"I was always believed that a man should be prepared just in case. I did not want to assume." he admitted as he moved towards the bed, an awkward but playful little grin was on his face as he moved onto his knees on the side of the bed next to her to lean in and place a kiss on the nape of her neck. The condom tossed within reach on the pillow. "As a doctor, I suppose I should let you know. Since all I technically take in is blood its all I can... put out." He explained the awkward, only because he didn't want her to wake up and freak out in the morning if she saw condom that was bloody within in the trash or what not. He'd have to explain corpse sleep later if she let him stay.

"It does not put you off too much does it, Martha?" her comfort was a large concern.

Everyone had a thing but Martha wasn't sure what her's was. Good hair products perhaps, but she'd gone so long without them she was pretty good at not needing them.

While she'd waited, she'd also managed to shimmy off her own skimpy knickers, leaving her completely nude under the sheets.

"You ejaculate blood?" she asked. Doctor mode has little tact. She was definitely grateful for the condom then. Which led to so many other questions. How could he even get erect or feel anything she was doing anyway since he was technically dead. She's about to ask him when she remembers what they were doing, what she wanted to be doing, and that she probably looked silly with her mouth hanging open like that. She smiles instead

"Of course it doesn't. I'm used to blood. Now come to bed."

Dorian was used to having to give up certain things but it didn't mean he would without complaint. He had been borderline homeless through most of the 1950's and he never would allow him,self to hit that low again.

He squinted one eye and made a bit of a put off face. He hated medical terms half the time but if he could blush he would be. "Sadly, yes. I do." There was quite a few reasons Dorian abstained from sexual relationships, conversations like these were necessary and usually more embarrassing. If he knew were her mind was running he'd have to disappoint her with the fact that he knew very little of how his body worked, he honestly never cared outside of 'it does'.

When she smiled he moved closed to sit at her side on the outside of the cover moving a hand to the back of her head to pull her a little closer while he leaned in. "As the lady wishes." He spoke low as he brushed his lips against hers turning to face her as he kissed her.

Sorry. If you want to sleep with Martha, you'll have to get used to medical terms. It's how she thinks. She's always been good at flirting and a good snog. It's what happens after that where she feels uncomfortable. It was uncomfortable with Sam too. The first time. She'll stop hiding behind medical terms sooner or later.

Maybe.

As it was, Martha found it hard to concentrate much on anything once he began kissing her again. She could feel desire growing in her as he brushed against her lips. She tried to hold back, to keep herself from moving too quickly, but it was difficult.

Considering he was quite enchanted by her, he would simply have to learn to live with it. It was not like it was the first time he had had to adjust his thoughts for a loved on. And happiness was what mattered to him in the end. He knew the first time was always awkward with any couple unless they were smashed or it was just what it was. This was meant to lead to something more, so even he was a touch nervous but he wanted it as much as she, so he ignored those negitive voices in his head that always linger.

He shifted from where he was sitting kissing her, as the kiss was growing deeper he shifted to face her more, pushing his boxers slowly off as he turned, mostly going so so he didn't fall off the bed and make an epic fool of himself. Once the red silk hit the floor he did feel a wee bit more self conscious. The air of her flat on him, easily able to be looked over completely. His mismatched body hair, his scars and pale skin. He was not lacking at least, in fact the desire she had awoken in him was evident once more with the boxers pushed off and standing erect as he kissed her passionately. He liked to take his time with all things.

Her fingers traced some of his more obvious scars. Leeches she thought. Or some other bloodletting. She almost commented on them, but instead leaned in to kiss each one. All his imperfections were perfect in her mind. Something she hoped was obvious by just how much her hands were all over him.

Draco never trusted his strength overly much. It would be fun to try and hold her up, but it would be even more fun to just pin her between the wall and himself. He grazed his teeth against her throat, gentle and thoughtful, as though he was testing a variety of things to see exactly what she liked, how she reacted to everything he did.

A chuckle escaped him at the way she jumped under his touch, almost like she was ticklish. He'd have to find out, when he wasn't quite so intent on exploring every inch of her body. Or perhaps when he was intent on doing so in a way that was slightly less lust-driven. He pressed into her wandering hand when she moved it beneath his shirt as well - he was more than a little ticklish himself, after all, but kept it quiet. Draco just nipped another kiss lower against her throat, his hand proceeding up to cup her breast firmly.

She'd find that his skin was rather soft - possibly too soft, but this was Draco, and everything about him appeared fairly well-manicured, so to speak - and warm to the touch. As far as muscle went, he had more than one might expect; he had, after all, played Quidditch. Still, it's all long and lean like the rest of him, well hidden by his general skinniness.

Once the touching started it was all a blur, touching, kissing and finally the event the night had lead too. It all moved along with haste but at the same time it lacked nothing.

When all was said and done, and the condom disposed of the vampire was laying on his back, his green eyes looking her over as he kept an arm under her to hold her close. Nothing could make the smile vanish from his face at the moment. Being with Martha had had all of the emotion he had wanted in a relationship and after a very long dry spell being with her had been, to excuse the pun, exactly what the doctor ordered.

He leaned in a bit and kissed her forehead. "Now comes the awkward question, do you wish for me to stay or go?" He asked not wanting to assume he was free to stay.

Martha was feeling absolutely blissed out from the experience. In fact, if she could meld with the bed, she would. She felt that relaxed. When he asked her if he should stay or not, it took a while for words to actually form. She gave a small moan and the arm already around him squeezed a little tighter.

"Stay. I rather prefer my lovers to stay."

And as simple as that he looped his other arm around her and kissed her forehead a second time in a minute and smiled down at her she was a treasure in his eyes. Beautiful, loving and kind.

"Then stay I shall. I would never deny you a thing."

It sent a shiver down his spine when he felt his blood rising up to Dorian's mouth, one of both arousal and mild concern simultaneously; however, he gave it no more than a moment's thought, focusing instead on the way the bite was making him feel. He never even thought it was possible to go from 0 to 60 in a couple of seconds like that, but it seemed like it was. At least, if the way he was almost painfully hard already was anything to go off of.

He arched into Dorian's hands, clinging to the vampire a bit longer as he pressed closer, almost illogically wanting to feel the rest of the other man against him. Still, he didn't want to move too much, not with Dorian's mouth on his throat like that; his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, panting softly as one of his hands slid down to Dorian's waist, giving the hem of his shirt a pointed tug.

"Good," she murmured. She was very close to sleep now. She smiled up at him softly, but it all quickly faded as she drifted into a heavy, pleasantly nightmare free sleep.

Dorian held her until sleep overtook him, key things he should have explained. That he literally becomes a corpse when he sleeps, opps. Oh well, they could handle that when morning came. Tonight was too perfect to ruin.

Mm, teeth. Devi liked teeth and her breath hitches softly as he tests them out. She takes his leaning into her hand as a que for heavier touches, something she's got no problem with and shows as much when she gently scrapes her nails up his back.

A throaty moan was caught as he cupped her breast and Devi damned bras, even ones as sheer as she's got on for being a nuisance to her at the moment. Instant gratification was a bitch sometimes. One half hard nipple rubs at his palm and hardens into a nub as she arches into his hand. Her other hand slipped further up into that soft mass of silvery blonde hair.

There was no misreading Charles' thumb tracing him. The vampire leaned in and carefully scraped his fangs across the nape of Charles' neck. When the fangs came free who knew but there they were.

"Come then. Give yourself to me." he purred against Charles' neck and bit down, a preview to what would come. The bite of the Caintes was one of pure pleasure and he figured it was a nice way to start.

"See madame, this is why you needed an American in your life, we do not beleive in such things." He teased knowing she must be making a crack at her past marriage. He was carrying up the stairs towards the room they were to share for a few days if either could stand to be away from their social lives that long.

"Cards are one thing, but they made me leave my lovecraft books behind so I suppose I will have to simply find my amusement with you. If that is not too forward." he leaned his head in a bit to whisper. "I intend to unwrap you like a Christmas present."

His breath hitched at the scrape of nails on his bare skin, exhaling in a low noise of pleasure as the sensation went straight to his groin. It did nothing to quell the way he wanted to have her right then and there, and everything for his motivation. If he'd been moving slow up until that moment, he was encouraged in all the right ways now. The sound of her moan was music to his ears.

His thumb brushed against that nipple, curious to see what other reactions he could get out of her through every step of the way. It was nice to do a little bit of exploration, after all. He casually sucked a mark against her throat as he kneaded her breast almost lazily, his other hand dropped down to the waist of her pants, not uncertain in the way he found the button and zip, fiddling with each to get them undone.

His sound sent light goosebumps across her skin and Devi knew that she would have to find more ways of drawing those noises out of him. The brush of his thumb and following grip kept her pressing against him but her hands became busy collecting and pulling his shirt up (and hopefully off), eager for an uncovered canvas of skin. The suction at her neck was steadily robbing her of any form of straight thought, outside of a focused carnal need.

Since his skilled fingers had far to quickly opened her pants up, it's fair game for her to start working open his in the brief moment his hands would be otherwise occupied with his shirt.

He had to let go of her at some point; she was managing too well to get his shirt off, and he was only too happy to release her if it meant he could peel the damned thing off and get that much closer to the simple skin-on-skin contact that he was desperate for. The t-shirt was abandoned somewhere over his shoulder, and he thought it only appropriate to have her in the same debauched state of undress as himself; he let her focus on opening up his trousers while he peeled her shirt off as well, very much wanting to see what she looked like for himself. Touching was one thing, seeing was another, and he really did quite like just looking and appreciating for a moment or two.

Not too long, though; they had things to do.

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Shipping Meme

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New Comment. I made it better. :|

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Sorry... not much of a smut writer... Thinking about skipping to ten minutes later...

\o/

Oh babe I am totally cool with fading to black! I'll do you one better!

Thanks... it's perfect.

I am actually quite the fan of fading to black ♥

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