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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"It's either beat it out here or go pick a fight with someone who can handle me." After all, Devi didn't attack defenseless people and the rest of her gardening team was just that. She looked at his hand again when it rose and after his comment, she drug a pointed gaze up him as though she were seeing him for the first time to evaluate, green eyes stopping to meet with grey.

Devi smirked back. "A bit yeah, but it might just be because you're shiny and you weren't doing too badly by yourself. And I'd ask if you asked anyone, but I'm pretty sure you didn't. Had you've, you could have save the marring of them." His hands that is and Devi gestures to them with a quirk of an amused eyebrow as she steps past him.

"I'm sure there are more than just the two options," Draco replied mildly, pushing one hand through his hair before fluttering that hand through the air. "But if those are the two options you like, then far be it for me to deny you that."

He barely bit back a snigger, both brows rising a bit sceptically. "Shiny? Really?" A pause. "No, I didn't ask. Unfortunately, I had no idea who to ask, and I wasn't really that inclined to seem ignorant to everyone else around here." His eyes followed her as she moved around him, his body turning a little to follow along as well. "I'll endure somehow."

"Masochist," she replied, perhaps a little more coyly then she had intended, the curling grin shifting the words,"Far be it from you to deny me anything, but those are the only two options that I'm aware of. Unless you'd like to enlighten me?"

Devi came to a stop beside the punching bag and turned back around to face him, trying in vain to ignore the fact that she'd felt the gaze the whole way. "That way you won't seem to be the only ignorant one." There was an emphasis on seem that implied she knew that he was smart, despite any of his efforts.

The gentle lift of his shoulder, timed with the upward curl of his mouth and downward turn of his eyes - almost ashamed or sheepish, if it weren't for that faintly wicked smirk - did nothing to suggest he was adverse to such coyness. He leaned against the heavy bag, one hand curling up around the top to hold onto it so he didn't just fall over when it moved. Though he wasn't entirely certain what made him so interested or intrigued at that particular moment in time, none of this seemed like a bad idea to the blond. Even though he was well aware she could probably kill him before he blinked if he said the wrong thing.

"Oh, you know - stress can be worked off in similar ways. Just as exhausting, if you're doing it right, but much less enjoyable by yourself. Unlike punching things, which is just fine by your lonesome," he responded, fluttering his free hand as he twisted a little, leaning into her space just a little bit more. His smirk was almost a leer, but somehow a bit more classy than that.

For some reason, that look made her think she's opened up a bit of trouble for herself. A risky venture maybe, but at this point one she was willing to take one. While Draco had her outstripped in experience by a long shot, she was neither stupid nor innocent; she understood what he was implying. Though, were they to go down this path, killing would be right out. Assuming Draco knew what he was doing.

Devi had to tilt her head back a little to look up at him, for some reason continually forgetting that he's got a good three inches on her, but she doesn't pull back. A hint of color comes to her cheek, but the confidence in her eyes don't waver. A lot has been seen of Draco Malfoy, but not the wicked little charmer. It suited him very very well.

"It's an awful shame then, that I don't know of someone who can..." Her lips curled into a sly grin as she verbally makes her choice, "Perform well enough to fill that role." A challenge? Maybe, if he chooses to take it that way.

She had absolutely opened up trouble for herself, and probably more than a bit. While Draco was happy to respect boundaries, he was, in fact, a little bit relentless when he got an idea into his head. Of course, her words weren't exactly deterring him; she was a terrible enabler.

That said, that flush that had crept up her cheeks was intriguing, and he couldn't deny that he sort of wanted to see more of it. "Maybe you haven't been looking hard enough," he suggested mildly, his own smirk growing wider yet. It was definitely taken as a challenge. "Maybe," Draco went on after a moment, releasing the bag to step a bit closer to her, trapping her almost playfully between himself and the bag, "There are people right under your nose who fit the bill."

Devi is a horrid enabler and she knows it. Knowing what they were alluding too and actually being trapped between the bag and a suddenly too tall wizard were different things. Her heart still jumped at his words and the color deepened slightly as she was forced to look up at him from under her lashes.

"If you're volunteering yourself, I seem to be under your nose." Ever the literalist, but she continues with a slight tilting back of her head still wearing that coy little grin, "Though, I wouldn't say no."

Never mind that she could probably push past him without much issue at all. Draco might have been tall, but he certainly wasn't burly; there was clearly muscle hidden beneath that t-shirt, but it was lean. Nothing about this interaction was even remotely near subtle anymore, with their intents thinly veiled. Draco knew it, and Devi certainly seemed to know it.

He didn't even bother responding verbally that time, instead moving to brace himself at the top of the bag again as he leaned in, closing what little distance remained between the pair of them so he could press his mouth to hers, intent on kissing that coy little grin right off.

Yes, she could push past him and what got her going was that she chose not to. Devi had never been into thick or burly men, always preferring lean and the muscle was just a bonus. She had also never been one for dancing too much around things unless she was bored.

Devi was not bored.

She shifted her lips back playfully, almost tauntingly before letting him kiss her. It was just on this side of unsure but it was only a moment before Devi relaxed and leaned into him a little, testing.

The half-moment before he got to properly kiss her was filled up with a wide smirk, pleased that she wouldn't just give in so easily. She was a challenge, to say the least, and no one could ever deny that; he liked challenges, though. He liked being able to see if he could step up and rise to it.

So far, so good.

His free hand moved from where it had innocently rested in one of his pockets, now brushing against her waist, hesitating just a moment before pulling her a bit closer. The kiss was still innocent enough for now, but apparently not for long, given the way he tipped his head just so, parting his lips against hers.

Admittedly, she was taking his lead for now, two fingers slipping into his recent voided pocket as he draws them together, lips parting easily under him. Maybe it was because she'd grown used to feeling Dorian's cold or the lack of body heat at all, or maybe it had the same excuse as Draco's reddened knuckles, but he was warm through his t-shirt.

Her left hand braved the distance up to rest on the back of his hip, tongue flicking out long enough to run a small soft section of his inner lip. It was innocent with the natural hesitance of the first time but she didn't aim to let that settle for long. The start of anything was mildly difficult for her; she just had to let him move her over that first ridge.

He was happy to lead, even if he had no idea where it was going. That was the fun of the thing, really. Both of them going into the training room for innocent purposes, for the simple reason that they wanted to keep on their toes; somewhere down the line, the meaning got skewed, and here they were. Her response to the first kiss was just right, and the way she moved to pull him against her didn't go unnoticed. Draco bit back the urge to smile a little, knowing full well it would throw off the rhythm of it all, and just kissed her a bit deeper, parting his lips to her at the touch of her tongue. At this rate, they were like a snowball down a hill, gathering more and more momentum; that first ridge was sure to be cleared within a matter of moments.

Devi didn't have any idea where it was going either, but to be fair, she never does. The surprise of life was the best part about hanging around, even if she'd come in here expecting something vastly different. As he deepened the kiss, she melded her body against his. Her other hand leaves his pocket and joins its mate to slip over his back, fingers marking the dip of his spine.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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New Comment. I made it better. :|

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