Shipping Meme

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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

[master_kenobi]

He understood that, probably sooner than later, he would have to bow to her more extensive experience. He slipped the trousers down past her hips and pushed them to the floor, highly distracted by what she was doing with her lips.

[cordelisse]

Zoey was always rather good at multi-tasking. Without a pause in the kissing of his neck, her hands slipped down to the waist of his trousers; and she began working to get him out of them.

[master_kenobi]

That seems like a good idea. Suddenly they're too constrictive. He toes his boots off to make it easy for her.

[advancedbosoms]

"I'm into a lot of things."

She brushed her nose against the stubble of his jaw, inhaling the scent of his skin. "Anyway, kinky is just a word people use when what they really mean is, they're not comfortable with the stuff you're into. It's just a way of saying someone's sexually weird. Anything can be a kink to someone."

[cordelisse]

Zoey’s hands settled lightly on his shoulders. It had been a while since she’d been in quite this position, and it only helped to bring home the fact that they were very much going to shag the hell out of each other.

“And here we are,” she echoed, a lopsided smile flickering across her face. Exhaling slowly, she leaned forward and picked up where she’d left off. Kissing her way slowly up his neck.

[to_this_end]

Nick tipped his head back, closing his eyes as she moved her mouth over his throat. The tactile sensations were physically welcome, and he let his hands go to Zoey's hair. He carded his fingers through it, raking it back haphazardly. She was such a slight thing, hardly even a weight on him. He'd always had a fondness for petite women - specifically petite women with dark hair, pale skin and light eyes.

She was quite attractive.

Not that he'd consider that under normal circumstances. But these were hardly normal, and the fact of the matter was that at the moment, he found Zoey extremely appealing.

[cordelisse]

Zoey hummed against his skin as he carded his fingers through her hair. She’d always enjoyed the hair thing. That he seemed to be getting less... awkward about touching her helped lessen some of her own awkwardness about the whole situation. Because really, this wasn’t where she had expected her evening to go.

Kissing her way up his neck, she paused a moment to nip at his earlobe, before moving down his jawline to his lips. Her hands slid from his shoulders down his chest, and she started working at the buttons of his shirt.

[to_this_end]

He moved into the kiss, opening his mouth as his hands tangled in her hair. He had a moment of everything sinking in, when Zoey began unbuttoning his shirt. They were going to sleep together. Knowing it on the intellectual level and actually lying under her, being undressed were two different animals entirely.

But now...now at last things were beginning to stir, at least somewhat. He hoped she wouldn't take offense at his rather slow arousal. Likely she was used to lovers closer to her own age, men who would already by now be hard and ready.

At least he still could manage arousal. And if nothing else, it allowed them to linger and enjoy the experience.

[cordelisse]

Zoey deepened the kiss, as her fingers made quick work of the rest of his buttons. Then she was slowly, carefully pushing at his shirt, fingertips brushing feather-light against his skin as she shoved it off his shoulders.

She took no offense at all; honestly she was preferring the slow burn. It gave her time to deal with her own lingering nervousness (it had been a long time since she shagged anyone, no matter how close things had come with Jason; almost only counted in horse shoes and hand grenades). And when it came to sex, she would much rather they take their time.

[cordelisse]

His boots thudded to the floor, and she set about pushing his trousers past his hips and onto the floor to join hers.

[master_kenobi]

His body clearly had more of an idea how to go about things than his intellect; it was doing its part. He slid his hand over her hip, tilting his head to kiss her neck again.

[cordelisse]

His lips on her neck were doing a hell of a number on her concentration, and she made a sound that was part gasp, part soft exhalation. She slid a hand up to tangle gently in his hair, hooking a bare leg over his.

[unflagging]

He stroked her hair, wound his fingers through a little--gently, though. No need to cause that sort of pain at present.

"Okay, fine. So what stuff are you into? Besides, apparently, getting off on a kind of torture-and-comfort variation. Not that I mind that, of course."

[unflagging]

"I know. And I--" he paused "--don't."

Which was not wholly true. He had no romantic intentions towards the prince--and precious few were those among them who likely had such intentions. But the truth was that such an arrangement would be immensely beneficial and desirable. Because, after all, where did he like to be best but at the side of the ruler of the land? King, prince, baron, dinh--didn't matter. So long as he could stay there, aside and advising, the power behind the throne. No, he would not object to the arrangement, if fate willed it to fall to him. Or if he could force fate's hand.

But he breathed and sighed quietly.

"I can't help how I feel. I know I'm going to go on, bearing this burden in my heart. I'll go on."

He looked at her through his eyelashes. Blue eyes had been a very good choice for this face, to be sure.

"But I hope, after you've married him and you're made queen, if I'm still kicking around here, that you'll still say hello to me. That would be enough for me."

[advancedbosoms]

"Walks on the beach. Romantic comedies and cuddling in front of the fire."

She gave him a look; the kind which clearly commanded him not to ask stupid questions. "I'm here, aren't I? I think you can at least guess what a few things could be."

The taboo, the forbidden, the shocking. Things like sleeping with the enemy.

[unflagging]

The most casual, most innocent shrug.

"I'd figured you were the sort of woman who wanted to wear massive diamond necklaces and nothing else and fuck on top of a pile of money. But I've been wrong before. Once or twice."

He nipped at her, then, quick and sharp--playful, but still sharp.

"So you're saying I could tie you up? Blindfold you? Put ice cubes here there and everywhere? Make you leave your stockings and shoes on? Chain you to the bedposts with, oh, a little something humming away inside you and then leave you there until you were just screaming for mercy? Or is that all still too vanilla?"

He paused. And then, low, breathed only for her.

"Could I make you bleed?"

[advancedbosoms]

"I wouldn't say no to fucking on heaps of money," she said. "It just might get boring after awhile, that's all."

The rest, though?

Cordelia closed her eyes as he kissed her, squirming in a way that managed to draw closer and pull away, somehow at once, as if her mind and body were fighting against each other to decide what it was they wanted.

"Yes," she breathed. And, because that could refer to any number of sins previously mentioned, she clarified. Probably, really, with the worst clarification you could give a madman. "Yes, whatever you wanted."

[master_kenobi]

Okay, he was doing something right, judging by her reaction. Regardless, he felt compelled to continue, and he moved down her neck to her collarbone, his hand sliding up her side.

[unflagging]

He tumbled her over again, and caught her under him. No moving, no wriggling, no squirming. Just lie still. Hush now and lie still.

He held her there, kept her there, and whispered in her ear:

"I want everything."

Which was perhaps the greatest truth he could ever tell.

[advancedbosoms]

She remained still.

And Cordelia never remained still.

"That's a lot to want," the Seer pointed out. "How do you expect to get it?"

[to_this_end]

Nick made a low sound in his throat, a vague hum of enjoyment. His mouth parted against Zoey's and he let his hands wander. Her slender shoulders, her lean but well muscled arms. It was easier to focus on the small sensations, taking it in parts rather than a whole.

It was a way to keep his mind from straying, as it inevitably did. The first time Amanda had kissed him, he had only been able to think of Gloria. It was a regret he still held close to his heart - time wasted. Opportunity denied. And while there were no deep emotions here, no long simmering love that neither of them had dared to acknowledge, Zoey was...something of a friend.

He wouldn't do her the disservice of thinking about another woman while in bed with her.

So he let his mind stay on the physical. Her fingers against the now-bare skin of his chest. The warmth of her over his hips. The taste of her mouth.

[cordelisse]

Zoey leaned into him, fingertips still mapping his skin as she kissed him. It was all a matter of experimentation, discovering what he did or didn’t like; no matter how much he assured her he wasn’t ‘difficult to please’. Exploration was enjoyable, anyway. Just call me Magellan, she thought with a soft, breathless laugh against his lips.

She began, once again, pressing kisses to the line of his jaw, working her way slowly down his neck, pausing to nip gently at his earlobe. Then she moved lower, kissing leisurely down to the crook of his neck.

[unflagging]

"However I have to. But I think--" he paused to breathe in the scent of her skin, "--for most of it--" another pause, another breath, "--I'll just take it."

[to_this_end]

As she leaned in, Nick's hands moved to her back. He found the hem of her shirt and tugged at it gently, head tipping back again as Zoey's mouth moved along his neck. That flushed feeling had spread, warming his body. His heartbeat was growing erratic. He lifted his hips, pressing himself into the crook of her legs, hoping to get things stimulated. His belt was digging into his abdomen.

"Oh yes," he murmured. "That's very nice."

[cordelisse]

Zoey continued kissing, nipping and sucking her way along his neck, warmth and desire coiling along her bones, making her heart pound. He lifted his hips, pressing himself into her, and she responded in kind, rolling her hips against his. Reluctantly (very, VERY reluctantly), she broke away, letting him begin to tug the shirt she was wearing over her head.