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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"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.

He chuckled against her mouth, amused at how her words mimicked his own thoughts. Though if he were honest, he had to admit that the early years of his marriage were filled with Penthouse-worthy escapades.

Gloria had been a very adventurous woman.

Physically, it was very pleasant. Though he couldn't help his mind from straying to Amanda - it wasn't quite guilt, but something of a vague regret. That it wasn't her in his arms, wasn't her mouth against his, her delicate breasts pressed against his chest. All he could do was offer a silent apology to her memory - God knew he'd give anything to hold her again.

Pushing his lucid thoughts away, Rush focused on the physical. He opened his mouth for the girl kissing him, his hands tightening on the small of her back. It was only sex. He'd had dozens of friendly encounters as a teenager, this wasn't any different, really.

For god's sake, Nicholas, stop analyzing and enjoy yourself!

Zoey broke the kiss, blue eyes sad. She could practically feel it, feel that vague regret, the silent apology to whoever it was he had lost, whoever it was he was missing. “I’m sorry.” The words were meant two-fold: I’m sorry I’m not her. I’m sorry you’re stuck with me in this stupid room.

She would break away from the man if she thought that was possible. Even the thought of attempting to put space between them made her hands tremble, and caused no small amount of mental duress, tying her tongue in knots much the way it had before they’d given in.

No, they’d begun, and there wasn’t much choice in turning back.

"None of that." It wasn't her fault, any of it. He wasn't so bitter and petty inside that he would place any blame for this. He leaned his head against hers and shushed her quietly, cutting off any further apologies. Flesh was only flesh, after all, and they were neither of them virgins.

"When I was just out of secondary school, I'd take home girls without even knowing their name," he admitted. "It's no sacred act that's reserved for those in love, no matter what my soured heart would like the world to think."

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.

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.

“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.

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.

“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.

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.

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.

"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.

“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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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