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 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!

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It had started out as simple exploration. Discover more room in the temple, see if there were ones that hadn’t yet been found or were new (could the temple add new rooms? Now that was a thought). But this room was... different. It didn’t feel dangerous; there was no warning prickling at her. No sense of needing to leave NOW.

It was just... warm. A warmth that sank into her skin, down to her bones. “I don’t... I don’t think I’ve seen this room before,” she murmured softly. There was a bed... why was there a bed. As the warmth sank deeper into her bones, making her heart beat faster, she had a sinking suspicion she knew exactly why that room had a bed.

"I imagine there's dozens of rooms none of us have been in before," Rush commented, sweeping his eyes across the room. There wasn't much to it. A few scattered decorative rugs on the stone floor, minimal decor, some manner of...incense? There was a thick and heady scent to the room.

For some reason, it put him in mind of Amsterdam.

But most striking - to him - were the walls. A border of inscribed runes, just below the ceiling, circling the room. He crossed the threshold, head tilted up, squinting to see if they were at all recognizable. He hardly had the archeological background that would prove useful in this situation, but his studies of the Ancients' interactions with the Asgard gave him a rudimentary knowledge.

Good god but it was hot in here! An active, anxious sort of hear. Rush paused, skin warming. That connection to the alleys of Amsterdam occurred to him once more. He lifted a hand to his head as he felt it begin to swim. What on earth...?

“Probably...” Zoey replied. “I wonder if there’s a finite number of rooms, or if the Temple can add them or change them out at will...” Honestly, it wouldn’t be the first genius loci she’d seen; and it seemed to be a fair sight more... benign, if that’s what it was. Most of the time, anyway.

She followed his gaze upwards, towards the runes. Curious... Glad for the distraction from the warmth seeping into her body, the heady sensations washing over her, she frowned thoughtfully. “I know some of these runes...” Without thinking, she placed a hand on his arm, raising up on tiptoe to get a better look at them.

He was going to respond, but he was finding it difficult to focus. Once he felt the light pressure of her hand on his arm, it was as though a switch had been flipped. His mind was, entirely unbidden, dredging up memories. Heated memories. Rolling in the garden with Gloria, sun beating down on them and the smell of freshly cut grass mingling with sweat and sex. Gloria's hands in his pocket, teasing him. Amanda's hair on his naked back.

He had to rest his own hand against the wall to steady himself. He was long past the age where thoughts of sex and need assaulted him without warning. Save for late and lonely nights, sex was the furthest thing from his mind. It hardly played any part in his life anymore - the only encounter he'd had since Gloria's final battle with cancer had been Amanda in the simulation.

And yet here he was, gripping the wall and loosening the collar of his shirt as he was overcome with what he could only describe as rut!

Zoey dropped back down to her feet as she felt him shift, turning her attention from the runes to the man beside her. As she did so, she finally became aware of the feel of his arm under her hand, and she drew an unsteady breath. She’d been trying so very hard to ignore the tendrils of desire winding their way through her body, but now that she’d touched him...

Licking her lips, she attempted to find her voice again. “...Rush?” She wanted to ask if he was all right, but words failed her. Unable to help herself, she stepped closer to him.

His only answer was a heavy exhalation of breath. This wasn't normal. This wasn't normal at all. Yes, there was a lovely young woman beside him, but there was no shortage of lovely young women in Rush's life. It never had any effect on him - Amanda excluded. He certainly didn't think of Zoey in that fashion.

But here he was, mouth dry and nerves awakening and his head full of smut and filth.

"I...I think there's something in the air..."

That much was obvious. As though he could miss the flush in her cheeks, or the parting of her mouth. "We should..."

Go. Get out. It was like being drugged. He vaguely remembered warnings about this sort of thing happening. Mental states being altered. To what purpose? Why would there be a room like this?

It was all Zoey could do to drag her gaze away from his mouth, the span of throat revealed by the loosening of his collar. “Not...” she licked her lips again, trying desperately to follow that line of thought. “I don’t think it’s in the air...” He was an attractive man, she was aware of that; she wasn’t blind. But there’d never been... THIS. She didn’t consider him that way. He was Rush. Grumpy, genius Rush. “Not... Not entirely...”

The runes... there had been something about the runes. She should have paid more attention to the runes... Her fingertips curled into his shirtsleeve. She should step away, drag him towards the door. They should leave...

Instead she stepped closer, her other hand settling lightly onto his chest.

He could feel the heat of her hand through his white button down shirt. He swallowed hard, his throat clicking.

"Either way..." It was like one of those nightmares, where you knew you had to run or scream but nothing happened. He knew he needed to step away, push her back, something. But his body refused to do anything of the sort. Quite the opposite, he found himself physically straining towards her.

It was ridiculous. She was young enough to be his daughter! It was perverse to be standing here, considering what his mind was so hell-bent on considering.

These weren't his wants and thoughts. It was some purely physical reaction to outside stimulus, that was all! Surely they could fight this!

Zoey knew better. She knew this wasn’t her, wasn’t them. Knew she ought to force the two of them out that door and as far away from this room as they could get. But she couldn’t bring herself to do any of it. No, she stayed right where she was. But only just. She could feel him straining towards her and it took all she had not to respond in kind.

She exhaled slowly. They shouldn’t be doing this. She shouldn’t WANT to be doing this. She shouldn’t WANT to be doing more. But she did. Oh bloody fucking hell, she DID. And she was fighting that want, that NEED, with all she had. But that stubborn determination to fight was faltering and fading under the slow and steady onslaught of desire.

No wonder there was nothing here but a bed.

No wonder he had thought of Amsterdam, the red light streets where the girls stood on their balconies in front of rooms that had only a bed. He knew those rooms, he and Gloria had gone on quite an adventure when the visited Amsterdam...

"I think..." he managed, through labored breaths, "that we've discovered the nature of this room."

Not it's purpose - a room that overwhelmed the occupants with lust? To what end? - but it's nature at any rate. Be it a drug or control or a spell or even a bloody damned frequency, they were well and truly caught in it.

Why had they had to stumble in here? He supposed it could have been worse - if nothing else, Zoey was a lovely girl and they got on well enough - but he had no normal desire to sleep with anyone that young. And he doubted that she had any interest in a man of his age or demeanor or grizzled visage. The odds here were greatly tipped in his favor, he thought.

"I....I can't...."

He couldn't push her away. He couldn't fight this. His rational mind had no say whatsoever any longer. His fingers flexed, wanting to grab her....

“No fucking shit,” Zoey replied, voice breathless with want and need and the faintest hint of laughter. Oh, they had most certainly had. Her heart was pounding in her chest and all her rather immeasurable focus was on him, want and desire and need spiralling and coiling within her.

And her resolve crumbled to dust.

She stepped closer to him, as close as she possibly could, hands sliding up to tangle in his hair as she rose up on tiptoe once more and kissed him fervently.

His hands reached for her then. Before he knew it he was holding her hips, her narrow angular hips. A shudder went through him when her mouth met his. God, how long had it been? He was starved for this, interference or no. The basic human need for physical contact, physical intimacy, a connection with another human being.

He gave up bothering to fight. She had given in first, in some way that made it easier. He found himself returning the kiss, lips parting eagerly. Hungrily.

Rush was ashamed at how quickly he let himself descend into this madness of desire.

It was too easy to lose herself in the swell of desire, the pressure of his hands on her hips and the feel of his lips against hers. And she hated that, hated that their mental states had been so easily altered; but the cards had been stacked against them the moment they set foot in that room. This was its purpose.

His lips parted, and she took that as invitation, pressing closer and deepening the kiss just as hungrily.

There was no turning back.

At least, once given in to, it was easier to exercise some manner of control. Not control enough to stop, of course, but to slow down at the very least. They weren't animals, for god's sake! He slowed the kiss, trying to find some balance between what the room was doing to him and what he himself actually preferred, as far as intimacy went. And hurried encounters were certainly not it.

Hell, he wasn't even physically aroused yet. A few vague twitches were all the reaction his body could manage thus far.

Rush’s slowing down gave Zoey a desperately need momentary reprieve. Time to breathe. And think. Which was probably not the best thing, given that they were currently headed directly towards a temple-room-influenced shag. Her hands slid out of his hair and down to his shoulders. Breaking the kiss for just a moment, she pulled back ever so slightly (she wasn’t sure she could move any further away from him), exhaling unsteadily. Then she cupped his face gently with her hand, brushing her thumb lightly across his cheekbone (I’m sorry) and kissed him again. Unhurried, slowly.

If they were going to do this; and there wasn’t much choice in the matter... she would do everything she could to see that he at least enjoyed himself. They could deal with the awkward fallout later.

Oh, his traitorous body. It was delighting in this, in being given attention it had long since dismissed.

"If you'd rather just...get this over with, I understand," he managed, finding it easier to speak now that he'd given in. "But I haven't had much interest in quick shags since I was in my twenties."

Which was exactly the age of the young woman currently caressing his face. If they had to do this, at the very least they could attempt to find some way to be comfortable with it.

“Never been particularly keen on quickies myself,” Zoey told him honestly. There was no point in being anything but, seeing as how they were going to end up some degree of naked and shagging eventually. The ease of the words was... surprising. Of course. We gave up fighting. Somehow that didn’t make her feel any better.

“I had thought...” she laughed softly. “I figured you would probably rather get this done with.” She wasn’t his type, after all, and this was directly due to the bloody room they were standing in.

That earned a chuckle from Rush.

"As insane as it makes my life sound, this sort of thing happens, when dealing with alien cultures. Never to me beforehand, but I've read reports. Pheromones or certain drugs or even particles inherent in an alien atmosphere can have...unconsidered results. Such as these. Or much worse."

They hadn't begun seeping blood out their pores, after all.

"And let's be frank: I'm a fifty four year old man who hasn't been intimate with anyone in nearly a decade. I don't know if I can just get it done with."

He had to be realistic. This wasn't a simulation, where everything worked perfectly well and he could perform as he had when he was twenty years younger. Temple magic or whatever it was only went so far - the spirit eager, the flesh slow on the draw.

“And what does it say about my life that it doesn’t sound all that insane,” Zoey replied, sounding more than a little amused. “In the grand scheme of the strange and unusual...” She’d met a... being who could steal the appearances of others and whose Reflections moved of their own accord. Spent time in a genius loci that was shaped like a carnival and could travel the multi-verse of its own accord. This wasn’t the weirdest thing to happen. It was the most... sex-related thing to happen, but not really the weirdest. “I really shouldn’t be surprised.”

She pressed a feather-light kiss to his lips. “Well then,” she said, coming to a decision that had already been made. “We’ll just take our time then, shall we?” It had been a long time since she’d gone and seduced anyone... this was going to be a comedy of fucking errors.

"Nothing that happens in this place can really be surprising anymore," Rush agreed. "Though it's most certainly awkward...."

He simply reminded himself that it could be worse. "At least we can be assured neither one of us will...turn this into anything more than it is. Or be indiscreet." He hardly wanted word of this getting out. He wasn't ashamed, but... sex was a private thing. What he did behind closed doors, for whatever reason, was his business and no one else's.

Or he liked to think of it that way, his experiences on Destiny had been quite the opposite. The whole damned ship knew he'd gotten stuck in the simulation due to indulging his libido. Hopefully there would be no ill consequences this time - it was hardly their decision!

"I suppose we should get on with it. You'll have to forgive me. It's been a long time, and I haven't been with anyone but my wife or my..." What on earth was Amanda? "My life partner since I was in college."

It was only fair that Zoey knew what she was getting here. An old man who hardly remembered how these things went in the real world.

“It really shouldn’t be, and yet every so often there it is. Surprised as hell.” Zoey smirked. “Just a little awkward.”

At his words she laughed outright. “I should certainly hope so. If you went and started thinking it’s anything but what it is I’d have to punch you in the face.” Her tone was teasing, but she appreciated him saying it aloud. She didn’t need to worry about the after-effects of this aside from the potential of awkwardness.

“There’s nothing to forgive. I’m not exactly an unrepentant trollop, either, Rush,” she told him, sounding thoroughly amused. “It might not have been as long for me, but it’s still been long enough. Sex, though enjoyable, has never been the first thing on my mind.”

"Well, as enticing as I'm sure I am to pretty young women," he was already laughing through the words, "I'm afraid it couldn't be anything else. Contrary to what I'm sure are all appearances, I'm an involved man." Talking, Rush was realizing, was making this far easier. And he felt better for admitting that, before things became too heated.

"Well, you may be changing your tune when we've gotten down to business."

As he spoke, his hands were moving from her hips up to the sides of her waist, no longer content to rest as they were.

“As every young woman in Othala suddenly feels thoroughly disappointed without quite knowing why,” Zoey teased. “I’m sure they’ll manage to come to terms with that eventually.” It was better, with the talking. Put her at ease in a way that would probably only help with the whole endeavour.

“Or I may be apologising to you,” she retorted with a smile.

The movement of his hands made Zoey shiver, and she stretched against him, cat-like. Fingertips fiddling absently with his collar, she took a breath. She itched to touch him more, but she was content to kiss him, slow and deliberate. There was time enough for the rest.

Rush laughed again.

"I'm a fifty four year old man," he repeated, his hands slipping around to the small of Zoey's back. "I assure you, I'm not difficult to please." According to men's magazines, this was every middle aged man's fantasy. Consequence free sex with a beautiful young woman? It was the thing mid-life crises were made of.

There was something of irony here. Black humor at the very least.

His hands were warm on her back, and Zoey smirked at him. “Dear Penthouse, I never thought something like this would happen to me,” she murmured teasingly against his lips, before picking up where she’d left off; another slow, unhurried kiss. Her fingertips slid from his collar to the first button of his shirt, undoing it with ease.

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