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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Walking through the temple corridors, Obi-Wan sensed Zoey's presence in a nearby room with strange writing on the door. He frowned slightly in curiosity, then stepped inside.

"...Zoey?"

A fond smile flickered across her face. “Hello, Obi-Wan,” Zoey said, more than a little bit distracted. The room was... strange; it was a very simple one, decorated in warm colours, the walls a rust-coloured stone... but there was a warmth to it, to the room itself, that shouldn’t have been there. It didn’t feel dangerous, her skin wasn’t prickling in warning...

She shivered a little, despite the heat. The room smelled of spices, and incense, a combination of smells that reminded her of her travels. It was a warm, heady aroma that made it difficult to focus.

The same runes that were carved on the doorjamb were carved elsewhere about the room. On the stones of the walls, the wooden four poster frame of the bed. Frowning thoughtfully, she brushed fingertips against the runes carved into the stone.

"This is a... strange bedroom," he mused thoughtfully, and the fact that he was in a strange bedroom - and with Zoey - didn't ring any of the alarm bells it should have. It felt... rather nice, to be honest.

“It is. I thought that all of them looked rather similar... but this one...”Zoey trailed off. The longer she was there, the less interested she was in the room and its mystery, and the more distracted she was by Obi-Wan’s presence. Which should have bothered her, somehow. At the very least she ought to have found it unusual.

But she didn’t.

"This one is very different," he finished. "Do you feel it? The... warmth. In the Force."

Zoey nodded, her laugh soft and low. “Oh, yes.” That it wasn’t just her was... reassuring. She wasn’t imagining things. The reason behind it ought to concern her more. Without consciously thinking about it, she closed the gap between them, placing a hand gently on Obi-Wan’s arm. “I can’t... I don’t know why, though.” She should be questioning that.

But she wasn’t.

It doesn't even occur to him that he's not questioning things. Not even when he leans down and kisses her.

Zoey gasped ever-so-softly in surprise against his lips, before rising up on tiptoe into the kiss, one hand rising up to gently cup his face as she kissed him back.

The feelings - the drive - he was experiencing grew more intense with the kiss and he deepened it, already backing her towards the plush, ornate bed. There was no thought, no doubt, no need for reason. He only knew what he felt compelled to do and it felt right.

There was no more thinking. No more wondering. Just Obi-Wan, the taste of him, the feel of him... and the desire coiling throughout her body. The two of them, together. Here. Now. She opened her mouth for him, welcoming the deepening of the kiss, her hands tangling in his hair. Making a humming noise low in her throat, she pulled him with her towards the bed as much as he backed her towards it.

They tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, their lips barely parting as he felt them land. He started pulling, distractedly, at her clothing.

Obi-Wan was wearing far too many layers, she decided. Far, FAR too many layers. But first... As he pulled, distractedly, at her clothing she reluctantly (oh-so-reluctantly) broke the kiss, arching her back and tugging her shirt over her head; leaving her clad in just a bra. She tossed the shirt aside and tugged him down to her once more, kissing him deeply. It was her turn to pull distractedly at his clothing.

His clothing was layered, but simple. It was only a matter of knowing what to pull and what order to pull at them in. Like a combination lock. He guided her hands as he bowed his head to kiss her again.

His guiding hands made things far easier, and it took Zoey very little time to tug his outer tunic loose. It was a little bit like unwrapping a present...

He kissed her neck, giving her more room to manouevre her hands between them without breaking contact entirely. He reached down to fumble at the button on her trousers.

Zoey exhaled slowly, head tilting to give him easier access. It was easier now, making her way through the layers of his clothes; she could see the order, her hands moving without needing his guidance any longer.

It was with a bit of a flourish that she undid the last layer, brushing her fingertips feather-light against the bare skin.

He inhales slightly at the contact. Instances of being touched in such a manner... well, it's happened once. And it was some time ago.

Zoey continued to touch him, mapping his skin with her fingertips. Leaning up, she pressed slow, deliberate kisses to the line of his neck.

He tilted his head back, reaching down to continue pushing her trousers down past her hips.

Bracing herself with an arm, her other hand sliding up and curling over his shoulder, she arched her hips up off the bed, to aid him in his removal of said trousers. All the while continuing to kiss her way slowly up his neck.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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