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]

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.

[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.

[to_this_end]

Nick pulled her shirt up slowly, noting her hesitation. He wasn't certain if it was due to not wanting to part their contact, or simply because she had lingering reservations regarding him seeing her undressed.

"There we are, lovely," he said, softly. He lifted himself up off the pillows some, sitting to tug off Zoey's shirt completely.

[cordelisse]

Oh, it was mostly reluctance to break contact. If there were any lingering reservations over him seeing her naked, they were relatively minute. The scars on the left side of her back, souvenirs from the Carnival, were a part of her, as much as the tattoo that wound its way up her body was.

But this was the first time she’d been this intimate, this vulnerable, with someone since she’d gotten them. She’d be lying if she said there weren’t any reservations at all. Rush tugged her shirt off completely, leaving her in the altogether from the waist up. His words made the faintest blush ever colour her cheeks, and she leaned forward to kiss him once more.

[to_this_end]

The shirt was tossed aside. Nick shrugged out of his own even as the kissing resumed. It joined the growing pile of clothes beside the bed. His hands returned to her back, now bare, tracing patterns along Zoey's skin. He felt the raised, coarse tissue of scars but it meant nothing to him. Everyone had their scars, whether they wore them inside or out. His hands passed over it without pause.

Sweat was beginning to bead on his skin. His belt buckle was a distracting point of discomfort and he shifted, hips moving as he tried to ease it some.

[cordelisse]

Zoey began kissing and nipping her way along the line of his neck again, tasting the sweat on his skin as she paid the same focused attention to the other side of his neck. She made a low, humming sound as his hand traced patterns along her skin; passing over her scars with pause, without comment. His touch made her shiver.

Her hands slid between them, and she began fumbling with his belt.

[to_this_end]

"Here."

Nick moved his hands to her hips, urging her backwards a bit to make it easier to undo his belt. And to take a moment to look at her again, all of that pale flesh now exposed to view. Half-naked, it struck him again how much Zoey appealed to his aesthetic tastes. He'd always favored pale skin, small breasts, a lean figure. His thumbs stroked the soft skin above her waistband. He'd let her handle the belt, though it would be easy enough to do it himself.

There was a...pleasure, in being undressed during the act.

[cordelisse]

Pressing a kiss to his lips, Zoey followed his urging, moving backwards just a bit. She turned her attention to his belt and the removal thereof; her dark hair falling over her face as she undid the buckle. It took a bit of tugging, but she pulled the belt from where it threaded through the belt loops of his trousers and tossed it to the floor.

[to_this_end]

The lack of an intrusive belt buckle made everything far more comfortable. Nick's hands drifted up Zoey's waist, sliding gently over her pale skin. He reached her breasts and covered them with his palms, sighing gently at the intimate touch. The swell of her breasts in his hands was a sweet sensation, one that sent small shivers of anticipation through him.

He looked up, meeting her eyes. What hesitance and awkwardness had been present in the beginning was faded now, instinct and need overpowering everything else.

"You're a very beautiful young woman."

[cordelisse]

Oh...

It had been a very long time since she had been touched this way, and as he covered her breasts with his palms she couldn’t help but lean a little into his touch, her back arching. She exhaled slowly, as shivers of desire and want coiled down her spine.

His words sent a fond, lopsided smile flickering across her face, and she reached out, cupping his cheek gently. “Thank you, Nick.”

[to_this_end]

It had been a long time for him, as well. Nick moved his hands over her breasts slowly, gently, holding himself back despite the burning desire to simply push Zoey back down on the bed. He savored the slow build up, his fingers tracing the smooth contours of her breasts. He needed it to be slow, needed to give his body time to prepare. It came so much slower than it used to. But he was getting there. His head felt light as his fingers circled Zoey's nipples, teasing them lightly.

It was odd, to hear her call him by his intimate nickname. But it was the right one, here and now. He moved his head against her hand, his stubble sliding over her skin as he moved to kiss her palm.

[cordelisse]

Zoey exhaled softly, sparks of desire threading through her at his touch, as he teased her nipples. She ached with arousal, want and desire and needing burning low in her stomach, but she was in no hurry to ease the ache; as long as Rush, as Nick needed, they would take.

The kiss he pressed to her palm sent a delicious little shiver down her spine. It had always been the little gestures, for her, and it was an unexpectedly gentle touch. She leaned forward, kissing him deeply.

[to_this_end]

It wasn't only time that Nick needed.

He returned the kiss easily at this point, enjoying the feel of Zoey's mouth on his. He took the hand she laid against his face in his, twining their fingers together. She had soft little hands. He took a moment to run his fingers over her palm, his thumb over the edge of her hand. Then he guided it down to the waistband of his jeans in a silent urging. Despite the situation, he had no hesitance in simply directing matters when needed. And he needed to be touched, stirred to proper arousal with direct physical contact.

Something he hadn't felt in more years than he cared to dwell on.

[cordelisse]

Zoey had no issues with being guided, particularly in matters of the bedroom with someone she was shagging for the first time. Nick knew himself better than she did, knew what he needed. So with one last kiss, she slid back a little, and she began working at the button and zipper of his pants.

It took her no time at all, and as soon as they were she began tugging off his pants. They would need to come off sooner or later. It might as well be sooner.

[to_this_end]

Again, the reality of the situation asserted itself. Impossible for it not to, as Zoey was drawing down his jeans. He wore white briefs under them - what a small but wonderful blessing, fresh clean underwear! His heart was beating erratically, or felt as though it were at any rate. He was beginning to sweat, lightly. He braced his arms behind him as his pants were removed, helping as he could by shifting his hips.

Nick noted, with a strange detachment, how much more comfortable this bed was than his own. And the temperature of the room was on a level of perfection. Something he was most thankful for, now that his legs were bare. The covers were comfortable, too.

And there he was, sitting in his underwear in a magic bed with a topless girl. He'd watched her, taking off his pants. The play of shadows on her skin, the gentle bobbing of her breasts as she moved. Ten years ago and he was rather certain he'd already have an erection.

[cordelisse]

Zoey tossed his pants across the room with a bit of a playful flourish. When she closed the distance she’d put between them she didn’t straddle his lap again. Instead she settled just off to one side, pressed against him. Cupping his neck with one hand, she leaned into him, kissing him deeply.

Her other drifted down his chest, his stomach, slowly and unhurriedly. When she reached his waist, however, she wasted no more time in touching him, slipping under the fabric of his underwear, curling her hand around his cock, and stroking.

[to_this_end]

Nick exhaled deeply against her as Zoey's hand reached into his briefs. His cock stirred against her hand, twitching in response to the touch of her slender fingers. He shuddered. It was like a dream, a supple hand on him in such a profound and viscerous fashion. He was lightheaded in an instant.

The desire for her overwhelmed him and Nick wrapped an arm around her. His other hand returned to her breasts. He teased each in turn, stroking her breasts and rolling her nipples gently between his thumb and fingertips.

This atmosphere-inspired need was making him delirious. He couldn't remember when his body had felt like this or when he'd felt such a primal urge to put his hands on a woman. His tongue pressed against Zoey's as he massaged her pert breasts. How soft her skin, young and firm and smooth under his roughened hands. And the taste of her sweet, hot mouth...

He felt like a dirty old man and he didn't care.

[cordelisse]

Oh fucking HELL.

The more skin to skin contact they had, the more Zoey burned with desire. It was heady, making her heart pound. He curled an arm around her and it sent a delightful shiver of want and need down her spine. God yes. It had been too long. And she ached with wanting him. As he began stroking her breasts and teasing her nipples once more she moaned into his mouth and arched against him, deepening the kiss as she lost herself in the feel of him, the taste of him. It had been a very long time since she had wanted someone quite this badly.

Despite her... distraction, there was no hesitation, no pause in her hand curled around his cock. Her strokes remained steady, the pace building.

[to_this_end]

Nick breathed heavily against her, hips jerking at her touch. He felt overwhelmed. Every inch of his skin was charged, a pulsing electric sensation running through him. He gripped awkwardly at her hip in some sort of frenzied need. How much was the room and how much was his body's reaction to stimulation after so long was anyone's guess.

And this was only from Zoe's hand.

He fumbled at her pants, trembling fingers making little progress. He could barely concentrate on what he was doing.

[pythianwoman]

Between the room’s influence and his reaction to her touch, it only fuelled Zoey’s own desire, intensifying the ache of arousal, making her breathless. She wanted him, NEEDED him, in a way that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. The sort of all consuming need that made her burn. The hand curled around his cock stroked faster.

She slid her unoccupied hand down between them, covering his trembling fingers for a brief moment, before she aided him in undoing the button of her pants.