somepartsbroken: (✪ - a Thousand Young!)
Dorian Carver ([personal profile] somepartsbroken) wrote in [community profile] outofshadows2014-09-03 10:54 am
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The Morning After Meme



the morning after meme

1. Post your characters!
2. Respond to others!
3. Your characters wake up together.
4. What happened? Memories can be intact or they can piece together the mystery.

Stolen from [community profile] lastvoyages
dirtyandtrue: (Half hid smile)

[personal profile] dirtyandtrue 2014-09-05 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
He liked her much better when there wasn't a knife at his throat, he would readily admit. Nodding softly, Matt lowered his hands, cool palms habitually falling to rest on her knees. He wasn't getting fresh, just comfortable.

"Only the encouragement to follow what was already going on in your head. I seem to have that effect on people," he said matter of factly. Yes, there would always be that brash confidence but that didn't stop it from being true.
iwasrussian: (Default)

[personal profile] iwasrussian 2014-09-08 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, so it's my fault." she eyed him with a mock look of disbelief. She knew it was more than that. She wasn't so young that it was habit and thrill to fall into the arms of a handsome, young (he damn well looked young enough) man. He had more to do with it than he let on.

Eyes flickered from his face down his chest. He was definitely attractive.
dirtyandtrue: (Smirking)

[personal profile] dirtyandtrue 2014-09-09 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Only biologically speaking," he charmed with a smile, drawing one finger a few inches up her thigh and back down in a lazy motion.

"I'll take no blame for the amount that was imbibed last night. That at least isn't my fault."
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[personal profile] iwasrussian 2014-09-09 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Trying to resist even the smallest of grins at that answer was near impossible. Her green eyes held his, only straying long enough to take note of where his finger was and definitely feeling the sensation it left in its wake.

"It wasn't that much," she told him, moving a hand down to his side where her own fingers brushed against his ribs. "I know my limits."