Shipping Meme

[thegreenwitch]

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.]

Comments

Re: Yep, I adore you.

[notrosesshadow]

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?"

[somepartsbroken]

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.

[notrosesshadow]

"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."

[somepartsbroken]

"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."

[notrosesshadow]

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?"

[somepartsbroken]

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."

[notrosesshadow]

"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..."

[somepartsbroken]

"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.

[notrosesshadow]

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.

[somepartsbroken]

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.

[notrosesshadow]

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.

[somepartsbroken]

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.

[notrosesshadow]

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.

[somepartsbroken]

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.

[notrosesshadow]

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.

[somepartsbroken]

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.

[notrosesshadow]

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.

[somepartsbroken]

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.

[notrosesshadow]

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.

[somepartsbroken]

"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.

[notrosesshadow]

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.

[somepartsbroken]

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.

[notrosesshadow]

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.

[somepartsbroken]

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."

[notrosesshadow]

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.