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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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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.

While not having the same smooth confidence of practice, Devi is quick at unbuttoning and unzipping him. Any other chance to touch was broken by the urging of fabric up her chest and it too was quickly pulled over her head and tossed to the side. It would give him a good look. She was unmarked, having never had children or dramatic weight changes and shapely in her subtle way. There was only one flaw; an inch and a half scar on the front of her shoulder.

She didn't bother to wait for assistance with the black bra that did little to hide her, hands twisting up behind her back as she expertly pops the latches. The scrap is pulled off, more slowly then either of their shirts, but is just as quickly discarded once it's off.

He managed to keep himself from returning to the previous hungry touches and kisses of before, only with the promise of being able to properly observe. His hands moved to rest on her hips as she did his work for him, ridding herself of the most vexing garment, an appreciative smile curving his mouth as his eyes gave her a steady once-over. His imagination had done half the work before, when he'd snuck glimpses and extrapolated, but there was really nothing like the real thing.

Draco ducked back in for another firm kiss after that brief interlude, perhaps even more eager to get back into the thick of things than he was before. His hands slid around to her rear, his thumbs catching the waistband of her pants to start the process of shimmying her out of them, bit by bit. He rather liked the slow exposure, the way that he could really enjoy undressing her, his hands wandering and groping in terribly naughty fashion.

Devi left her back on the cool wall behind her and let him come to her, hips rocking forward as he dislodged the fit of pants. One hand slipped back behind his neck as he kissed her and it was her turn to break it, hot mouth nipping and kissing down the corner of his jaw. Smooth white teeth caught a bit of skin, gently tugging before whispering a kiss over it. Her free hand gripped at his hip before creeping under and down the fabric of his trousers. Once her fingers were at their reach, her lips curved into a smirk and she drug her nails carefully up his thigh.

When she broke away from him, his breath caught, loosing itself in a soft exhale. Her pants were down at least halfway down her thighs, and that was good enough for him (for now, at least; eventually, he was sure that he would end up getting them off the rest of the way). Her lips and teeth on his skin sent small shivers down his spine, and the rake of her nails along his thigh was even more so. One of his hands slipped slowly between her thighs, grazing over her lower abdomen as he did so, and finally sought out her core in true exploratory fashion. "Do that again," he murmured softly.

That little sound was a pleasant reward as was the shivers that came with the scrape of teeth and nails. With a shift of her knees, Devi wriggles a few more inches free from her pants, but her mind skipped blank as he brushed between her legs. The soft request punctuated by a sudden release of tension as he rubbed against her drew a quiet sudden gasp of air.

Devi had no problem doing as told at the moment and her hands drifted to his lower back, fingers slipping under his underwear at the small of his back. Her hands ran around his hips as she pushes them down, excusing her hands doing exactly as asked. It'll leave the elastic at his knees and they'll be in the same boat, but Devi leans into him a little to draw her nails firmly around and up the outside back of his thighs. There's no doubt that she's leaving little white lines that will flourish pink soon after.

If she kept that sort of behaviour up, she would, without a doubt, find out in no time at all that he was extremely reactive. Whether it was to rough kisses or nails or teeth or simply the right series of touches, she'd know exactly what he liked as it happened. It had always served him well when exploring options with new lovers.

That she'd managed to undress him and oblige his request just made him grin a little, the expression breathless, if that were at all possible. He could practically feel the eager flush of his skin beneath her touch; the faint pink blush was obvious against normally pale skin. His breath hitched first at the brush of comparatively crisp air against his flesh, and then again not moments later. The best aftermaths were those when he could admire the many marks left on him, as far as he was concerned. His fingers slipped against her again, quickly finding a steady rhythm in thanks for doing so, while his free hand circled around her hips to draw her closer.

"We may have to lose the rest of our clothing at this rate," Draco managed after a moment, already having more than a few ideas for where to take this. All the same, he didn't really want to stop what he was doing.

A shudder ran through her with a subtle half caught groan in her throat as his fingers rubbed her. The trail of her hands didn't stop once they hit his ass, nails dragging a little more lightly over the curves before resuming pressure towards the top and small of his back. One drug further up and over his shoulder as Devi rolled herself closer. There wasn't any shame in the way she rubbed the hollow of her hip against him or the way she half pressed herself to his chest.

"May have? Pretty sure we crossed that line a while ago, papi." The slip of endearment was covered with Devi nudging his jaw up with her nose and leaving a hot trail of languid kisses along his collar bone.

"Well," Draco drawled, finding that speech was highly overrated when her nails were still on his skin and her hip was pressed against him in such a way that made him want to charm their clothing a foot to the left to just solve the problem once and for all. With a little sigh - partly breathless, for obvious reasons - he finally dragged himself away from her enough to tug her pants down further, with a murmured help me out here. It had been quite long enough for them to go on half-dressed, and if they wanted to get any further with all this - like he wanted to - they'd need to get this done eventually.

Yeah, fuck pants. Devi shifted back with a satisfied little smirk, hands already hooking thumbs in her underwear and brushing his away. "Worry about yours," she murmured back and as soon as a legcuff came over the back of her heels, two swift movements catching and pull the fabric down only for her to step of out them and kick them to the side.

A shiver ran through her, sparking goosebumps across her skin. It was strange and arousing for the realization that she was standing naked in a training room (and with who) to settle into her head and it lit and excited mischief in her eyes.

He just rolled his eyes so hard it looked like they might roll out of his head, his mouth curving with wicked amusement as he took that opportunity to strip himself down with oddly practiced ease. There was probably something odd about that, but he wasn't going to remark on it if she wasn't. After all, he was just making the most of it so that he could get his hands on her again in record time.

And so he did, hands immediately going to her hips against as he kicked the last of his clothing aside, drawing her back in against him so he could kiss her mouth, her jaw, her throat.

Was there something odd about it? She wouldn't know and it didn't occur to her in any other form than she was better versed at getting her pants off than he would be. It was about efficacy.

Of course once his hands were pulling her close, her thoughts were scattered by the hungry kisses which drew back a hazy need. With no breath to spare or focus for words, one arm ran back over his shoulder, pulling herself as much as she was being pulled and the other hand found his arm, gripping softly. His length was a velvet heat against her stomach and she couldn't help shifting against him encouragingly.

Either way, it definitely suited them just fine. One way or another, they got undressed, and that was really the point of the thing. He still wasn't entirely certain how this was going to work, but he figured they could probably wing it, and if something didn't work, they'd rearrange.

As such, he rocked his hips a little against hers, hands moving around to cup her bottom. One slid down along her thigh a little, pressing slightly as if to encourage her to lever herself up with the wall as his mouth continued to press heated kisses to her skin.

This was a moment where she was ever grateful for the use of Ki ability. With a small hop, Devi was levitating and sliding her legs up and around his hips as she leaned some of her weight on the wall behind them. She rolled herself against his cock, sliding up an inch or so invitingly. "Please," she whispered, not wanting to wait any longer.

Between the pair of them, some sort of levitation was practically inevitable. Draco was grateful that she'd done the hard work there, though, since it simply freed up the rest of his attention: he could focus on the feeling of her body against his, on her legs wrapped around his waist like that, on her core pressed against his length. All it took was that one little word, and he shifted a little, drawing his hips back enough that he could guide himself properly against her, catching her mouth for a rough kiss as he slid home, thrusting within her with a muffled groan.

She couldn't be happier that he'd obliged so kindly and even if she'd asked for it, the sudden feeling of fullness still took her by pleasant surprise. The sensation's assault on her senses and the way he took her mouth at the same time stole her breath away. Half noted moans pushed out of her, like whimpers with each thrust. Hands gripped at his shoulders as she reveled in the flourish of need, the hunger that grows as it's being sated.

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Within moments of getting going, he knew that this was definitely a good idea. She felt wonderful against him, almost better than he'd imagined - and he would admit that he'd imagined this before, once or twice - and the little sounds she made only served to encourage him. Though it was a bit of an awkward angle, he was managing all right, keeping his thrusts relatively shallow as he kissed her, his hands helping to draw her against him.

It was a bit awkward and the further she let herself into that wonderful lusty hazy, there was coming a point where she didn't want to focus on that. She curled around him, hips lifting and dropping as well as she could to match his thrusts. Draco's hands had gotten far too little appreciation, though she supposes that's what has got her here in the first place, and they felt far better then expected spreading across her.

Devi broke the kiss with a soft breath, head turning to rest on his shoulder as she catches a breath. "We need to find a flat surface."

He paused a little, one hand splayed over the small of her back, when she broke the kiss; a quiet gasp escaped him at the break, and it took a second for Draco to click back into reality and actual thinking. "Right. Probably. I don't know about you, though-" He trailed off, leaning in to nip at her throat appreciatively again. "-but the floor looks like a terrible option."

Her head rolled to the side, unthinkingly offering more space and landscape on her neck before she pulled back up with a little smile. "It's either the floor or a narrow bench. Unless," her smile turned wicked as she rose off him a few inches before slowly, pointedly rolling her hips out and down on him in a smooth motion, "You'd rather stop and relocate." She was teasing.

His teeth grazed against her skin again, catching it for another proper mark. Half the fun was in remembering the occurrence after the fact, after all, and what better way than to admire hickeys in the mirror?

He made a noise in the back of his throat that suggested he'd had more than enough shagging on narrow benches for one lifetime, and he'd much rather things stay classy between them. As classy as they could manage, at least.

Her movement got a hitched breath, and another sharp graze of teeth against her collarbone this time before he pulled back to just look at her. "I don't fancy that either. That involves getting dressed again. Round two, we can relocate."

Based on the way her forehead pinched ever so slightly or the way her lips parted wistfully at his nips, she welcomed a decoration and had plans on doing much the same once to him she was more comfortable.

They were naked in the middle of the training room mid-coitus. There wasn't a lot of classy to be left with. "Who says there'll be round two?" she challenged playfully, legs unwrapping one at a time from his hips.

"Sounds a lot like our choice is the practice mats then, doesn't it."

He was in half a mind to tell her she had a choice: conversation or his cock, but she couldn't have both at the same time; it was definitely a pain in the arse to manage them equally when he really just wanted to focus on one. And it definitely wasn't conversation.

All the same, his hands supported her as she unwrapped herself from him, despite his mild disappointment. Better that than him attempting to move them and someone getting a concussion, though. That was the sort of mark one usually tried to avoid.

"All right, fine," Draco drawled, already starting to drag her over there, his hands still on her and keeping her close. "And I assure you, there'll be a round two," he added after a moment, giving her a pleased smirk.

It would have been an easy choice and Devi would have teased him into taking what he wanted, what she wanted, but the conversation was only temporarily needed. The blue mats where double stacked; whoever was using them before the pair must have needed extra cushion, but it works out.

Her lips curled back into a smile as he relents and moves them, her hands lightly running up his arm, seemingly unsatisfied to not be touching. His promise of round two only made her smirk. She wasn't stupid enough to think she'd refuse him. Once they reached the edge of the mat, Devi hooked an ankle behind his knee and pushed gently, enough to put him off balance and on his back.

There was probably more than enough time for teasing later on anyway, when both of them were sated instead of needy. After that initial taste of her body flush to his, there was very little that would Draco to that state short of just finishing the job. Already, his imagination was on overdrive, imagining all sorts of ways he could appreciate the curves of her back in his room, perhaps.

The thought was abruptly tugged from his mind as she pulled him off-balance, and he went down with a soft thud upon the mats, hands still keeping her close enough that when he went down, she went right with him. His hands smoothed down her sides again, falling to her hips; he lifted his a little, moving to rock against her once again. He sort of liked the idea of her remaining like that, on top.

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