Shipping Meme

[shadowmods]

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 temple that is dedicated to Berkano, which is the rune of love and new beginnings. Think Midsummer Night's Dream. 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. Your characters have ACTUALLY stumbled upon a room in the temple that is dedicated to Kenaz, the rune of fire, passion, and sex. There's no stopping you, even if you tried. Luckily, the room is prepared for that, and comes equipped with a bed. Whether or not you guys make it that far across the room is another question.

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. 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.


NOTE: Feel free to throw any mirrors into play if you're interested!

Comments

[cordelisse]

Obi-Wan was wearing far too many layers, she decided. Far, FAR too many layers. But first... As he pulled, distractedly, at her clothing she reluctantly (oh-so-reluctantly) broke the kiss, arching her back and tugging her shirt over her head; leaving her clad in just a bra. She tossed the shirt aside and tugged him down to her once more, kissing him deeply. It was her turn to pull distractedly at his clothing.

[master_kenobi]

His clothing was layered, but simple. It was only a matter of knowing what to pull and what order to pull at them in. Like a combination lock. He guided her hands as he bowed his head to kiss her again.

[cordelisse]

His guiding hands made things far easier, and it took Zoey very little time to tug his outer tunic loose. It was a little bit like unwrapping a present...

[master_kenobi]

He kissed her neck, giving her more room to manouevre her hands between them without breaking contact entirely. He reached down to fumble at the button on her trousers.

[freebitchbaby]

[Gaila isn't offended. She finds Chell's forthrightness refreshing.]

Just practice, sweetie.

feeling is mutual <3

[punchedaklingon]

[She outright glares at him.]

You tricked me. You were an android and now you're not and...urgh!

[itwasrhetorical]

"I hadn't thought it proper to mention." She demurely admitted, going pink in her round cheeks and looking at her own knotted and tightly held hands, not daring to meet his eye at that moment in the fear that she would lose her nerve. "Not given that we were busy attempting to give you the skills you need to control and extend your magic."

[unflagging]

"I know. That's the very reason I didn't want to say anything to you either. But..." And he paused for what he hoped would be the appropriately dramatic length of time. "I can't keep silent anymore."

[peacekeeperavox]

[He stares back, completely confused, and slowly started to shake his head. His notebook was on the floor on her side of the bed, with his clothes, and so all he could do was point at it at first, with an urgent little 'I need that!' gesture.]

[cordelisse]

Zoey exhaled slowly, head tilting to give him easier access. It was easier now, making her way through the layers of his clothes; she could see the order, her hands moving without needing his guidance any longer.

It was with a bit of a flourish that she undid the last layer, brushing her fingertips feather-light against the bare skin.

[cordelisse]

It was oddly... gentle, of him, and caught her a little by surprise. But he succeeded in cutting off any further apologies. A lopsided, wry smile flickered across her face, and she kissed him lightly.

“Maybe it isn’t. Either way, it doesn’t make it easier when you’ve been... coerced by the bloody room.” One hand slipping up to caress his cheek, the other steadying herself by holding onto his arm, she rose up on tiptoe and began pressing slow, deliberate kisses to the line of his neck, making her way ever-so-slowly towards his ear. She didn’t know what he liked, so she might as well experiment.

It had been a while since she’d had cause to get her seduction on. This was going to be positively comedic.

[to_this_end]

It felt good, to be touched and kissed. To feel warmth against his own, lips on his skin.

"Let's not look at it as coercion, then," he suggested, his voice somewhat breathless. Rush noted with some detachment the signs of his growing interest; increased heart-rate, flushed palms, quickening of breath. "Everything happens for a reason."

Perhaps this was simply the universe's way of telling him to get over himself. Everyone needed someone at some time. Wasn't that how the song went? A brief bit of warmth in the long cold was hardly something to be distressed over. He let his hands do as they would, moving over Zoey's back, from her shoulders to the slender dip above her buttocks. She smelled good. How long had it been since he inhaled the scent of a woman? He had missed it, he knew now. He had missed it painfully and terribly.

Everything happened for a reason.

Rush turned his head, finding Zoey's mouth and crushing his own against it as his grip tightened on her.

[master_kenobi]

He inhales slightly at the contact. Instances of being touched in such a manner... well, it's happened once. And it was some time ago.

[cordelisse]

“That is a more pleasant way to look at it,” Zoey murmured softly, just as breathless. The other way... let to a very unpleasant mindset. And she had had enough of unpleasant mindsets for the time being. Everything happens for a reason... Regardless of how they had gotten there, they were there, and he felt... good. It had been a while since anyone had touched her the way Rush was touching her now. And she had missed it.

Everything happened for a reason. What the reason for this was... she didn’t know. Couldn’t know. But it was happening.

She made a humming sound, low in her throat, lips parting for him as she rose up into the kiss.

[to_this_end]

He was reluctant to pull away from the kiss, but it was impossible to speak with his tongue attempting to gain access to someone else's mouth.

"In my experience, when something inexplicable happens, it's often the universe trying to tell us something. Right now I think it's telling us that we ought to move to the bed."

His days of sex and heavy petting while standing were long behind him at this point. His legs were already starting to ache.

[cordelisse]

“I suspect you’re right, Dr. Rush.” The fact that they were where they were and meandering their way towards what they were meandering, and she was calling him by his last name; and not just his last name, but his title as well, amused her to no small degree. But it was habit. He was Rush, to her. The title... well, that was teasing. And a little bit of nervousness.

It was a very nice bed, all lush bedding and solid four poster wooden frame. Everything one would want in a room such as this. Brushing a few loose strands of hair off her face, Zoey slid a hand down his arm and tangled her fingers with his. Then she walked backwards, tugging him towards the bed.

[cordelisse]

Zoey continued to touch him, mapping his skin with her fingertips. Leaning up, she pressed slow, deliberate kisses to the line of his neck.

[to_this_end]

He let her lead him to the bed, chuckling a bit.

"I think," he said, as he sat on the edge to take off his shoes, "that you can call me Nicholas at this point." Being referred to as 'Dr. Rush' in an intimate setting made it feel uncomfortably like he was going to bed with one of his students.

Again he was reminded of those rooms in Amsterdam. Those were pleasant memories, at least.

[cordelisse]

Zoey smirked at him. “Nicholas it is, then,” she replied, trying his name out. It felt... odd, on her tongue. But really, it would be odder to call him Rush, or Dr. Rush while shagging the hell out of him. Not that she could promise that calling him Rush wouldn’t happen. But the attempt would be made to call him by his first name.

Barefoot already, she slid onto the bed, settling comfortably onto its surface with her legs folded beneath her, propped back on her hands and watched Rush as he took off his shoes.

[master_kenobi]

He tilted his head back, reaching down to continue pushing her trousers down past her hips.

[itwasrhetorical]

"I-" She bit her lip. "I thank you for having the bravery to say it." But, that didn't mean that she could allow such a thing to happen. "However." Glinda swallowed hard. "I am afraid to say that it isn't proper for either of us to harbour such feelings. I have intentions to marry Prince Tristan, for the good of Oz."

[cordelisse]

Bracing herself with an arm, her other hand sliding up and curling over his shoulder, she arched her hips up off the bed, to aid him in his removal of said trousers. All the while continuing to kiss her way slowly up his neck.

[to_this_end]

"Nick is also acceptable." Socks, too. There was nothing more ridiculous than a naked man wearing socks. Well, that was that, then. He turned to Zoey and considered how to proceed. Other than pushing himself entirely onto the bed. It was comfortable, he noted. Of course it was comfortable, it was the focal point of the room.

"Most of my partners call me Nick," he went on. And then something occurred to him. Well, considering the purpose of the room... He scooted up towards the headboard of the bed and reached for the little bedside table. "Ah...best to check the room was considerate enough to come stocked with the proper supplies."

He wasn't stalling, though he supposed it may look that way. But he certainly didn't have any condoms on him. Thankfully, the temple seemed all too happy to oblige.

[cordelisse]

“Nick does seem a little bit more... appropriate.” For this. What they were headed rather inexorably towards. The words were implied, but remained unsaid. Zoey scrubbed a hand through her hair, brushing it rather haphazardly off her face. She didn’t think he was stalling; she quite appreciated that he was searching for the necessary supplies. Which the room had, of course. That was the whole purpose of the bloody thing. Of course there was a healthy supply of condoms in the dresser drawer.

Licking her lips, she made her way up the bed, towards the headboard and Rush. With a bit of grace, and a lopsided, amused smile, she straddled him.

[to_this_end]

That certainly solved the question of how to proceed.

Nick raised his eyebrows when she straddled him suddenly, but settled back against the pillows comfortably. He wasn't going to complain about the position - this would be much easier on his back. Sex was a great deal more complicated after fifty, as he was rapidly learning. Oh, he'd known theoretically of course, but the last time he'd had sex had been in a simulated reality. He hadn't been bound by the limits of his physical body.

He let his hands find her hips. He was growing more familiar with touching her, more at ease with it. With all of this. He let himself look at her, taking stock of her as a woman rather than simply one of a handful of people he could stand on a regular basis.

"And here we are," he muttered.