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

Hello there. *eyebrow waggle.*

[capt_forehead]

His hands push up under her shirt eager for the feel of soft skin under his hands, fingers sprawling across her spine, lifting her up and closer to him. Angel breaks the kiss, lips whispering across her jaw as he makes his way to her neck. Flat teeth bite playfully, encouragingly on her, his tongue darting out to taste her skin once or twice.

I see we're getting acquainted

[nott_caine]

She tore at his shirt, hardly patient to feel and taste him. It wasn't hard to locate a familiar scar on his neck, her flat teeth dragging over it, her tongue worrying the spot fanatically. She growled, wrapping her legs around him as she held the wall for support.

Apparently so. Blame Koko, she got me to do it.

[capt_forehead]

The teeth on his neck and the growl was enough to make Angel heady with desire. When her legs wrapped around him, he shifts his hands to help support her weight. Angel turns them and walks them across the room to the table in the middle of the room. It was vacant of any decorations, thankfully, and Angel sets her down so his hands are free. He pauses, leaning back enough to look her in the eye.

"Tell me to stop." A free out. He won't continue unless he knows that it's ok.

Awesome! I was still trying to think of one to do between them. Saved me time

[nott_caine]

She was already squirming out of her flannel shirt when he paused. A cheeky grin came to her lips, uninterested in being proper or fleeing from something so delicious and heady. "Okay," she replied with a tilt of her head. "Stop. Stop talking and kiss me again."

[capt_forehead]

He grins, pleased with her answer and with her spunk. His shirt is quickly shed and he's touching her again, a hand buried in her hair, tugging her head backward enough for him to dive in and bite at the side of her neck. His arm pulls her against him, his hips circling forward against her.

[nott_caine]

He had enough scars to occupy her hands, eager to suck and nip at every line on his body. He had lived a long life, just as long as hers. They had carried the weight of their mistakes on their shoulders, but could release in similar ways. With every roll of his hips, she tightened her legs around him, grinding against him eagerly. Neither needed breath, which worked out in their favor. She couldn't imagine stopping the kisses along his skin, there was no going back.

[capt_forehead]

Angel nearly purred, the rumble coming low from the back of his throat. One hand runs up her side, gathering an ample breast in it and squeezing firmly. With a thrust against her for emphasize, he mutters around his kisses on her. "Pants."

[nott_caine]

It didn't need to be repeated. She dove forward, yanking at the belt to his pants, scrambling to unbutton them before turning her attention to the last of her clothes. She squirmed under him, kicking off her jeans and knocking them to the floor.

/hides

[capt_forehead]

His slacks pool around his ankles and he steps out of them, kicking them out of his way. Since Nott was a vampire, Angel's touch was more commanding and his desire demanded satisfaction. He pulls her til her ass is close to the edge of the table and lines himself up with her. Locking eyes, he silently questions her, pausing for a half second. He was still a gentleman. With no protest, he sinks himself in her, a groan of pleasure breaking from him.

I love how they jump from fighting to this

[nott_caine]

The table shook as he pushed himself inside, Nott giving a loud moan of delight, digging her legs around his waist. The wood creaked under her weight, but at the moment it was the furthest thing from her mind. She sprawled out on the table, oddly content with her position and the feel of him against her. So long as the table held her as their pace increased.

XD Feels like most of their interaction will always be top level emotion >. >

[capt_forehead]

Gripping her by her hips, he starts with long deliberate strokes, settling in firmly each time. He takes his time to enjoy how warm and wet she was around him and devastatingly arousing it was to see her spread out for him.

One cool palm rubs up the center of her chest, cupping and brushing past a breast to settle over her heart. His attention is focused totally on her, the world around them nothing more then background static to the heady euphoria.

Vampires fight hard and play hard

[nott_caine]

Trust a vampire to know how to fuck. Her body responded to his, rising to meet his thrusts. Her hands gripping his arms, her eyes watching him with a sly predatory gaze. Angel had always seemed like he would be good in a fight and for a fuck. At least she got to figure one of those out.

She moaned under him, her heels digging into his lower back, pushing him against her. The table creaked and moaned, but still held her weight. This was all that held her attention, all that kept her thoughts. His purposeful strokes and the moans he elicited from her mouth.

Honest to god, random Icon gave me that icon.

[capt_forehead]

Angel has been fucking for two hundred and sixty some odd years, if you count his adventures in Ireland as a young man. He was practiced and aside from his night with Buffy, he preferred vampire coupling.

He growls and leans into her, his mouth hot, tongue tracing up her ribs to slip under then over her breast, enveloping her nipple and sucking. Flat teeth nip at her as his pace slowly increases. His thrusts are no less long or deep, but they were harder. Claiming.

I love when that crap lines up

[nott_caine]

Vampires had long ago been Nott's preferred partners. Life was easier not to get involved with a mortal. Diana's experience proved that point perfectly. All the better if the vampire in question had an underlying danger to him.

Even in their silence, with only the growls and grunts to fill the air, she could sense who and what he was beneath. His beast matched her own in intensity and weight, fueling her forward to fuck him with all the primal instinct she could muster.

Her cries became more desperate, more pleased. Her nails raked down his back, marking and claiming him in her own way.

[capt_forehead]

The table trembled, the wood groaning in protest with them. "The tables going to bust." Wrapping his arms around her, Angel straightens. He carries her this way, speared on him, his arms cradling her. They don't have a good history with furniture.

Angel moves them to the bed and lays her down. He takes a second to just look at who he was with, a hand to gently move a piece of hair out of her face. Smiling coyly, he begins moving again, his hips rolling his length into her, just like they'd promised before the pants were lost.

[nott_caine]

She collapsed against the bed, staring up at him in surprise and shock at his sudden tenderness. Her hips rolled again, wanting to feel him moving continuously in her. She couldn't keep still. He was far too delicious, far to intense in movements and in his gaze. She needed him, maybe even repeatedly.

[capt_forehead]

He rose to his knees, strong hands lifting her hips to his so he could scoot forward a little. Angel's hands run down her length to her knees then up the insides of her thighs, spreading her a little wider. Getting a good grip, he starts thrusting again, maintaining that deep steady rhythm. His head rolls back as he purrs, his face shifting to what he really was.

[nott_caine]

At the sight of his face, her visage descended to its normal state. She grinned, her teeth peeking out from under her lip. With a growl, she rose up and bit him on the shoulder. Her hips undulated against him, frantic with the taste of blood in her mouth. Her nails still digging into his back.

[capt_forehead]

His hands automatically help support her weight up, eagerly helping them together. When she bites him, his eyes roll back in his head and he swivels to bury his teeth in her neck, his hips kicking it up a gear and pound in to match her pace. One good draw and swallow and it's too much for him, his orgasm rocking through him as he held onto her like a dying man.

[nott_caine]

She groaned loudly against his shoulder, blood spilling over her lips, trailing down their naked chests. Her body releasing and plummeting in orgasm. Her face shifted back, blood still over her face as her breath came rapidly.

[capt_forehead]

Angel slipped his 'normal' face back on and rocked with her until her body had calmed, his own breath coming in shuddering draws of quieting control. After a moment, he shifts out of her and drags her backwards to straddle his spread knees. Flecks of red swarm in his vision as the euphoria slips away to the dull roar of his buzzing nerves, his tongue laps out to clean what little mess he made on her neck.

[nott_caine]

She shivered against his cool tongue, her body sore and humming with afterglow. She chuckled, stroking his hair as he licked away the blood. "Funny, I figured we were going to be here one day or another." She chuckled, tracing the line on his neck, lingering on the bite.

[capt_forehead]

How did he not notice how she smelled? Angel's voice is languid and husky. "Why's that?" Angel unfortunately didn't get to think about that often.

[nott_caine]

"Oh come on," she chuckled, licking a spot of blood from his neck. "We are two hot vampires. How could we not? It's a duty to society."

[capt_forehead]

"Nope." He turns and stretches out on the bed. He grins at her, one of those rare bright smiles that lit up his face. "I blame it on a centuries worth of sexual tension."