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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She's listening to everything he says, but she doesn't answer. Not yet. Because her first response is to contradict him. Which is silly. Perhaps it's because she's so used to the Doctor just ignoring her, seeing through her, or otherwise underestimating her. Perhaps it's because she feels like school was necessary and relatively expected of her.

Either way, it's nice to hear him say his pretty compliments, though her eyes snap open when he calls her beautiful and she looks embarrassed. "You'd think differently after seeing me in the OR..."

Covered in blood and body fluids. Smelling like a hospital and that almost dead smell. Wearing scrubs. No one ever looked good in the OR.

He was used to being contradicted, his views were so outdated half the time that he could not turn a corner without an argument waiting a good third of the time. The vampire offered her a sheepish smile all the same.

"I do not know about that." Considering what he is, and things he has done throughout the years to survive. "Considering in such a place you are saving lives, beauty is added for the blessings you give for another day of life to some." He spoke, but really. He didn't mind blood and body fluids as long as they were not on his sheets.

He finally took a drink of the tea however.

"No really! There's blood every... oh!" Right. Blood. Everywhere. It would probably make her extra sexy or something.

She takes another sip of tea.

"You... You're looking quite fit tonight I must say. Not that you don't always."

Smooth Martha. When had flirting become so difficult. She was used to flirting. She'd always been flirty. But it was rare for the man she was flirting with to be someone she was actually interested in. And for him to be interested back...

"You know, I'm so much better at this when we're running for our lives. Or something bad has happened. Or when the other guy isn't interested in me."

He couldn't help a playful little grin as the dots connected. He denied nor confirmed verbally but the grin was likely enough.

"I thank you, I would not exactly know. I lack a reflection." He sat the tea cup down and pushed up to move to sit beside her. Daring was his action tonight. "You are doing perfectly well in my opinion. Worry not, I am horribly out of practice as well."

Dots perfectly connected. Thank you Dorian.

"No reflection? That might be a blessing sometimes," she grins.

And then he was sitting next to her and she was forgetting how to for words because he was right there. Right next to her!

"Well," she finally breathed. "I... guess... we can fumble our way through this together."

And then she put the teacup on the table before she forgot it existed and spilled it everywhere. Because that would be a fantastic incident in their date.

"Mayhaps, if I did not have to shave every day. It is quite the task that, shaving with no reflection." he made an art out of it at least but that was why he often rocked a five o'clock shadow. "and as I no longer know what I look like it is a touch depressing for me." He admitted.

His eyes followed her sitting down the cup, an easy smile stayed in place. "You are nervous." he didn't need to be a vampire that could smell heightened senses to know that. He could see it. "Worry not, your words are true. We will fumble it together." he spoke his green eyes watching her a bit more intensely. It was a strange thing he could do, go from silly to serious to smooth at the drop of a hat... speak of he didn't know where his hat was anymore. Though it was knocked to the floor beside her chair where he had been seated when they came in.

"Do you show up on film?" Perhaps she could find a camera and take a picture.

Martha blinked when he mentioned her anxiety. "It comes with the territory. Bad things happen when I fall for people. So I don't let myself. Usually. You just sort of snuck in under my defenses. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop."

"Sadly no, we learned that on my 200th birthday." He spoke, he could still hear the disappointment in Alexis' voice, it had taken her years to convince him to let her photograph him, her, Matt and Michael in 1966 and he was the only one missing. She had been furious.

"Mentally unstable, former human that needs blood to stay alive, and has a beast dwelling inside that must be kept in check. Pretty much is the other shoe Martha." He worked very hard to keep himself in check. "But I know what I want when I see it, and I knew I wanted you." He spoke as he reached out finally, ghosting his cool knuckles down her cheek. "If it is in my power, I will let nothing happen to you."

"Then... I'll have to come up with a different idea..."

She'd been about to expand on how to get a photograph, or film, or something of him when he mentioned he was the other shoe.

"Yes but..." And then she breathed in as his knuckles ghosted down her cheek. They were different from Sam's. Smoother. Cooler. But they still sent sparks through her. After the initial shock, Martha couldn't wait any longer. She pushed forward to her knees so she could gently press her lips against his.

He had a theory himself that maybe the old time obscuras could capture his image but he had never found it. Devi had sketched a younger version of him with his sisters before that was as close as he had.

He would have said more but as she was on her knees and her lips pressed against his, the knuckles against her cheek moved back into the back of her hair would the other arm moved around her to pull her a little closer as he deepened the kiss. He wouldn't push things too far. He did not know the boundaries with her yet so he would be following her lead for now outside of deepening that kiss.

Between the hand in her hair and the other arm pulling her closer and the blissful confusion of making out, Martha somehow ended up straddling him. It made the kissing easier and her own fingers could find there way through his hair.

After a moment, she pulled back to catch her breath.

"I've wanted to do that since dinner," she gasped with an altogether radiant smile.

He was hyper aware of everything, mostly due to the double edged sword of vampirism. He could read her bodies reactions. It would be a bonus to some but for him it edged on his nervousness. As old as he was one would think he wouldn't be nervous but dates and such things were not things he often indulged in, much less with a woman he was quite fond of.

When she pulled back to breath his green eyes were slightly lided, it could be taken in two ways. Predatory or being under the spell of her kiss, both could be true, both likely were. Under his personality a monster did lie, but Dorian was very good at keeping his beast at bay.

Her smile however made the look fade as he smiled a bit more silly and leaned back in, his hands resting on her hips with her straddling him. To brush a kiss on her forehead. "Mmm, it was very nice too. I wish to be greedy," he played up the oliver twist tone. "Please ma'am may I have another." His sense of humor had the worst timing.

Her hand continued to twist through the tangle of hair near the nape of his neck as she examined him curiously. Was it OK? He had to be enjoying it right. She thought that look said yes. She wasn't qute sure what it meant.

Martha actually giggled and then took on a tone of mock indignation and surprise.

"More? MORE!? Never before has a boy wanted... wait... that's not true. I suppose if you want it so badly..."

Her other hand cupped his cheek, his smooth, cooler than normal cheek as she leaned in for seconds.

The feel of her fingers twisting his curls oddly put his shaky nerves to a bit of ease. Something so familiar about the feel and yet so new with it being her.

He chuckled, he had too. When was the last time someone called him a boy? "But Ma'am I've been very good." He teased right back just as she leaned in the hand in her hand moved down to hold the back of her neck. Enjoying the feel of her hand on his cheek and then her soft lips against his.

The hand on her hip stayed mostly still, outside of his thumb running back and forth as he kissed her back, parting his own lips to deepen the kiss. Sure he was a little out of practice but it was like a bicycle. He had clearly not forgotten these things in his years of self imposed celibacy.

As her tongue darted out to run along Dorian's teeth, Martha's hands started exploring. One teased his ear, the other trailed down his neck, over his shoulder, and down to the front of his shirt until it found a button. Clumsily, she fumbled with it until she found more of that strangely cool skin to ghost her fingers over.

A certain set of them were a bit longer then the rest. His fangs were starting to come free. It was nothing really, just something that happened without him paying attention when he starts to feel turned on. And the kiss was definitely arousing.

One of his ears forever has a gold hoop in it. He never takes it out. Mostly a fear it will close up if he does. Mementos from his past he cant let go of. The feel of her warm hand trailing down his neck then working with the button. He pulled back just a breath away to speak low. "Do you want me to take it off?" He asked since he did have a tie on and all. His lips returned to what they were doing before, giving her a moment to think of an answer. Though, his voice betrayed any cool look he may hold (which was not much) wanting was laced in the tone. His hand near her hip moving down to trace circles on her ankle.

When her tongue found the fangs, there was a slight pause. It was new and exciting and she wanted more.

Of course she wanted to get his shirt off. The tie. She'd been about to tell him so when he started tracing circles around her ankle. Martha squeaked in surprise. Even worse, her tongue slipped on his fang and she pulled back with a gasp... unfortunately, not before leaving a drop of blood behind.

"Sorry. You surprised me."

Suddenly, now that blood was drawn, she felt unsure. Was he going to... do something? ... Bad?

The shiny shoes kept getting his attention, making her legs look very attractive while she was straddling him. He couldn't help but touch the exposed skin, taking no more then what was offered. And if she had said his hands would have moved that second. Dorian was first and foremost a gentlemen.

The drop of blood sent a shutter of energy through him. It had been so long since he had been permitted real blood. God, it might have been Jane the week after he arrived, or maybe Zoey. Who knew but Martha's blood was sweet and he was fighting the beast back.

She was lucky, since Phoebe's death Dorian made it a point never to take more then a pint from each person at once. She was safe still, but he did eye her, and despite not needing to breath his chest moved from breaths he was taking.

"My apologies. They come free in moments of... heightened sense." he didn't want to say arousal, but he was certain at the moment she knew, between the kiss then her sweet drop of blood he was stiffening below her. So much for being a gentlemen. "Martha..." He spoke her name out. "May I.... just a small bit? I promise it wont hurt."

She felt it of course. Suit pants aren't all that thick Dorian. But what he was asking... it didn't sink in at first. Once it did, she backed off, found a different chair.

"Blood... you want my blood?"

Does she look scared Dorian? Because she's a tiny bit freaked out even as much as she wanted the sex.

"... Why?"

As she backed off he moved his hand one going over his face. Trying to force the fangs back. He could still taste her on his tongue and he could smell the changes in mood.

"I...I mean it... Nevermind, forget I said anything." He spoke as he took a breath. He thought she looked scared, she did to him. He had been the monster for a very long time and he was not that person anymore.

"I should go." He spoke quickly pushing himself up. Thinking quite loudly in his mind of how he had messed this all up.

"No... no... don't go."

She wasn't sure what she wanted, but she didn't want him to go. She wasn't sure she was actually saying no to him drinking from her either.

Hell, Martha didn't know what she wanted. She stood and moved in front of him, keeping him from leaving the room.

"Please, Dorian. Let's not end the night here. I just... New territories."

"Are you certain?" He asked as she stepped in the way of his hasty retreat. His green eyes looking over her. Looking for signs of rejection. He was a vampire who wasn't really as social as he plays up. He expects rejection.

But the words after made his features soften.

"The temple keeps us feed on something like animals blood, it keeps us at half power. Though I must confess my intentions were not as simple as a need for power." He moved a hand into the back of his hair looking oddly embarrassed for someone who cant blush. "My breed of vampire's bite is one of pleasure. I wanted to surprise you but I made it awkward I think."

She nods. "I wouldn't ask you to stay if I weren't." She doesn't reject people. Not without something much worse than someone asking a question. Not that question at least.

Martha steps forward and puts an arm on Dorian's arm. She gently pushes him back to the sofa and sits next to him, but other than the hand on her arm, she's not touching him yet.

"Yes, but... that's... really?" Her brain is still working through all of this. "But blood? I mean... what happens when you... drink?"

He nodded at her words, he had seen enough in her mind, and how she acted in his to know she was a woman who would be honest on such things. She was someone he knew did what felt right if she could. At least in his view.

He moved as her hand commanded. So warm and back to where they had been, nearly anyway with her beside him now but his body was still humming from moments before with her in his lap before his forsaken tooth caught her tongue and nearly ruined it all.

"Really." He spoke with a serious nod. "It is the theory of me and another that our mite is as such for survival reasons. People tend not to run from a vampire if they are too busy being overcome by passion." It was easier to say the things when it was about his teeth. "Yes blood, blood is what keeps me alive Martha. The things you see me eat is simply to make those around me feel better." He explained. "Well, think of it like drinking your favorite drink, mayhaps a bad example but I promise it would be no harm. And we do not have to do that. We can forget about the fact I said it. Maybe just move on to something else."

"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..."

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I keep trying to find icons of her looking up...

Hehe, opps. Stupid tall men.

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Because I'm evil.

Yep, I adore you.

Re: Yep, I adore you.

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