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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!

[ I totally stole the source code off the old one, so ALLLLLL credit goes to the mods.]

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Dorian was not used to getting bitten anymore, since Phoebe he had had issues letting it be done and now he couldn't figure out why. His senses were on fire. He didn't even realize he had been moved until his back touched the wall.

Dorian would have protested the lack of fangs but he was too far lost to the sensation to care. As long as the hands and mouth kept at it he was good. When Angel spoke the lust hazed green eyes open looking at Angel. Naked from the waist up and about to be more so. Today may not have been the day to wear his dinosaur socks... well he did think them lucky. Clearly he was a lucky man. Kicking his boots off he reached out to start to work ANgel's belt in much a mirror.

"You have, your intoxicating." His words rolled free laced in the lust running through his blood.

The fangs would make a reappearance, but as Angel wasn't currently feeding, he didn't keep them out. Habits of a lifetime of survival. Angel finished opening Dorian's pants and pushed them off his hips, grinning that cheeky arrogant grin again. He watched as Dorian undressed him, toeing out of his shoes and kicking them off to the side as he stepped out of the fabric.

As soon as they were free of their pants, Angel's hungry mouth went back to assaulting Dorian's flesh. His face changed as he drug his fangs down the other's collarbone heading for his chest, tongue flicking along the skin as he went. Eager hands slid up Dorian's thighs, trimmed nails drawing harshly along the skin, teasingly roaming around just the edges of his pubes.

Devi laughed is surprise when he ripped her shirt, a fresh hot rush of arousal setting her senses alight. They were in her room and she hadn't really finished getting ready for her day which left her braless, pert bare breasts jiggling with the last of her laughter.

"I'll just steal yours." Devi like the idea of her in nothing but one of his shirts.

Once the jeans fell and were kicked off. All Dorian was left in was a pair of red silk boxers and... dinosaur socks. He was SUCH the mature adult. Unlike Angel his nails were always jagged, he never bothered with them. They had been jagged and sharp when he died and it only got worse when he changed. It made for ranking them up someones body extra tingling, and when trying to scare someone it added a touch of fear. Right now they were running up Angel's arms as the otehrs nails moved up his thighs.

For a moment he expected himself to turn to jello under those talented mouth and hands. He moved his own hands then when the fingers teased around the hair placing both hands squarely on Angel's chest and shoving him hard towards the couch just past the chairs they had started on. He didn't ask permission, not with ANgel. He knew what he wanted and he wanted it now.

Angel chuckled darkly as he careened backwards and was suave while doing it....Until his heel catches one of the chairs and he slams onto his back with a grunt and whoosh of air. In nothing but your boxers and a hard-on, this is the time I choose to be clumsy, he berates himself as he starts pushing himself up.

[The dance was not hard, feet falling in formal patterns even as they swished in the water of the puddle. Posture perfectly locked into frame and a challenge in Sulu's eyes, could he remember how to turn a girl? Could she keep up with someone that had hundreds of years to master this kind of skill? Sulu didn't know the answers for sure, but she would not hesitate to find them.]

If the library has so many different books from other universes, maybe they're somewhere on the shelves waiting to be read.

[For a brief moment, a pang of homesickness hit her heart. Not for the ship or crew she loved so dearly. But for a family, a father that had been her closest ally for so many years. The man that she adored so much she tried to emulate in versatility.]

Aileen deflated once again, slipping her arm from his grip to return to dressing herself. He really was miserable at giving comfort, wasn't he.

"Yes. Just lies." She shouldn't have come here last night. All that came of it was an awful, twisting feeling in her chest. Madness, he called it. But it was over now, and the 'sane' Roland was back. The real Roland. Who tried, in his own sorry, broken way, but in the end only made it worse. Aileen hid her face, dangling her feet over the edge of the bed. If he were any other man, it would have been easy.

Perhaps this was so difficult because he met this like he met everything else. Dry logic and no emotion. He spoke the truth, but the truth hurt. Especially after pretending for a night.

He couldn't help but grin from ear to ear at the sight of her brests jiggle. Suddenly he missed jello. A terrible thought at such a moment and yet he quickly pushed it away long enough to pull his shirt off and tossed it over before him on the bed so she could collect it later. His cool lips starting to work from her belly button up once he leaned back down.

"Then consider it yours milady."

Dorian's eyes showed nothing but amusement as he moved forward with a bit of odd grace. Sometimes he placed up being clumsier then he really is. All part of looking more intimidating. When Angel was pushing himself up Dorian was dropping down to straddle Angel's hips. Those green eyes again had lost their amusement to return to lust. Silk on silk, red on black. Both burning for each other.

"No, I like you better here." He whispered low as he dipped down to claim the vampires mouth once more for another harsh kiss.

[ Dorian had spent more nights spinning partners on the floor then he had spent obsessing on music. Which was to say he had a lot of practice between his wife, then his sire and her friend Maria. Over half of his long years had been spent playing socialite with the friends of his sire despite his misery in it all he had learned to dance better and even to enjoy the time he could mingle with normal people.

He could still very much spin a woman. He had more then enough skill he just worried with the water that he would risk tripping her still after her words were spoke he moved to lead her into the spin.]

I shall have to look into that then, I am always interested in such works of art. It was a dying skill in my world at least. Everyone more concerned about writing and singing of baser desires with no time for poetics.

Angel's eyes swirled darker as Dorian sits on him, gaze flashing down to their engorged silk wrapped selves. He looked back up with a sultry grin, face leaning up into Dorian's kiss. Angel lays back, bringing Dori with him as his hands slide down the other's chest to grip his hips. Angel's fingers dug in as he thrusted up, his mouth hungry for the taste and feel of the other man.

Angel breaks the kiss enough to ask, "Have you even done something like this before?"

Devi chuckled again, hands dropping back over his shoulders so she could draw circling patterns with her nails. His lips cause a little tremor through her stomach and her words come out breathy.

"Mm, you're always so eager to please. Somehow, I'm slowly collecting your things."

He made a soft hum at the feel of her fingers making the patterns on his cool skin. It was like little trails of heat for him. Closing his eyes he kept working his kisses up, planning to be over her completely by the time their lips would meet. Between kisses he spoke low and husky.

"When it comes to you, there is nothing more I want in the world then to see you properly pleased."

Edited (wrong icon) 2013-09-16 18:06 (UTC)

Dorian returned the kiss with much eagerness, he tasted a bit of the coffee he had had, too much sugar and cream. It lingered on him, much like the smell of flowers he carried on him even without having flowers. When Angel thrusted up he groaned a bit his eyes trying to roll back. Sensory overload.

"Fuck, Angel." The words rolled out from between his lips before the question registered and he lifted his head long enough to mutter. "A time or two... kinda." A bit of a shrug give, "Been with enough women to know what to do." He added dipping back down to kiss Angel once more, the taste of the other vampire was addicting.

His hips ground down against the other vampires hips. He couldn't remember the last time he was so turned on.

She watched him move up her from under half-lidded passion filled eyes, smiling through their kisses at his response. She left one arm draped over his neck as the other hand trails down his chest and around his hip. Devi's legs wrapped around his behind the knee and all at once she pulled herself against him, rolled into his hips suggestively.

"I have no doubt that you're just the man to do that at the moment." Baiting him, teasing him and relishing any response she gets. Devi likes testing him.

He let out a low hiss when her hips rolled up into him. It was a beautiful feeling. There were moments like these where he wondered why he didn't do this more often. The warmth and the emotional transfer. It felt like something he needed more of, but right now he couldn't focus on more then giving into her teasing. He shifted to grind down against her, to press his harden sex against hers through the layers of clothes. To let her know what she was doing to him.

The smell of arousal and the feel of her hands were more then enough to get him to lean up and finally steal her lips into a deep kiss.

Angel didn't mind inexperienced lovers and one hand drifted under the line of Dorian's boxers, starting at his hip, feeling the dip of the hallow before wrapping his fingers around Dorian's cock. Angel's thumb stayed on the outside of the silk and personally, he loved the feel of silk moving on him. He gripped and stroked, applying a tight grasp and his hips mimicked the movement as Angel's tongue slips into Dorian's mouth, trying to keep them attached by will.

If he could reduce Dorian to nothing but a metaphorical pool of pleasure, he'd be happy. Angel lived for the reactions, for the sound of his name and of the profane.

[If she slipped a little in the water, Sulu only needed to tighten her hand and hold onto him a bit more. The twisting and slow twirling was successful even if she ended up half a step closer than before.]

If you find them, let me know. [Sulu was unsure if she'd be willing to read her father's work here. Not that she didn't already know it by heart. There was something strange about the idea of seeing his words in this place, that made her shiver.]

[ Feeling the slight slip he tightened up his grip a little as well, when she ended up a step closer he smiled down easily at her moving a little slower with her in the puddle. Dorian was thankful for his love of boots, they were usually water proof so he wasn't miserable in the wet mess around them. As long as he lived in Georgia and walked back roads to get home, he learned how important good boots were.]

You will be the first to know. [ He replied a tone or so lower. He pulled her close then and stopped dancing looking into her eyes a moment before stepping back and bowing.] I should take my leave.

[ It was his way, when he felt himself getting too close, he had to run.]

She smiled cheekily. She loved how he sounded, biting her lip to stop herself as he grinded against her. Curse pants. If this were to continue, she'd find an interest in dresses. As it sat, he was her only interest.

A soft note broke from her as he kissed her again and she drug a hand back up his chest, lingering for a breath at his neck before burying her hand into the hair at the nape of his neck. She sank into the kiss, into the taste of him.

She broke the kiss enough to mutter, "God help me, I want you."

It was Spock's turn to think of Uhura now.

In the three seconds before Sulu answered his gaze, the communications officer was all that occupied Spock's thoughts. Decades of training informed him that the path he was about to take, the one that Sulu would propel into unstoppable motion with her lips, was illogical. But it was not only that.

Spock would be breaking the binding contract between lovers, the promise he had made to Uhura many years ago that he would touch her alone and no one else.

Yet with the full understanding of every consequence that would surely follow, he pursued further. So much about this was wrong in so many ways, so many formal and informal rules broken, and yet the forbidden nature only made him want Hikaru more. Rules be damned.

When her soft lips pulled away from his hand, Spock made sure his mouth was there to greet them. His hands reflected hers now, clasping tightly around her body, as if letting even an millimeter of air pass through them would mean the end to this paradise. It was then that he thought of the bed and of its purpose in this room. It was waiting for them.

Not breaking the kiss for even one moment, his mouth greedily pressed against hers, Spock lifted Sulu up from the ground. His arms slid quickly and efficiently behind her shoulders and knees as he carried her.

Spock gave no warning as he laid her down onto the cold, smooth sheets and pressed his own body onto hers.

She had no lover to betray; though it made her no more innocent to that moral crime. Sulu knew of his attachments, she knew of his loyalties. Perhaps she knew the secrets of what Spock desired better than he could understand. Sulu was not blind or ignorant of the chemistry among different members of their crew.

They were a small ship, in the grand scheme of the galaxy. Held together with the thin bonds of professional duty and wrapped in the flying tin shell that a starship consisted of. Close, confusing, relationships grew like weeds in such circumstances.

Either of them could put a stop to this right now.

Neither of them did.

Sulu grinned into Spock's kisses when she was lifted up. Carried like something precious when she would have preferred to simply wrap her legs around him; but there would be time enough for that too. Her hand splayed around his ear, rubbed the back of the pointed shell and no protest was made when he lowered her to the bed.

Spock's weight over her was something to revel in. To be savored. Her legs tangled with his and her hands wandered down to the hem of his blue uniformed shirt. It was torn and dirty from combat, the same as her gold dress. It would have to go.

Edited 2013-09-22 21:49 (UTC)

"Devi." He spoke low as her words feel to his ears. He felt his senses burn, his desire growing. "These must go." He added low, his voice laced with one of the deadly sins, lust. His mind was infected and his body following suit. The jeans were constricting and he wanted free of them. He pushed himself up and started to undo her jeans. Ladies first afterall.

Dorian gasped, feeling the cool fingers on one side and the silk covered thumb on the other. His senses were on fire and burning for the vampire below him, leaning in he kissed Angel back with equal vigor. "I.. I don't mind if you do it." he broke away from the kiss to say, his mind short circuiting. "I heal every night but if I mess up I could hurt you. I don't mind. I just want you." He added low dipping back down as he moved his hips with Angel's hand and against the poor ignored cock of the other vampire.

When he dipped his head back down he nipped Angel's neck once more. Taking a little more blood just so he could help get the man going more.

Devi watched him for a half second, relishing the scrape of fabric as he unbuttoned her pants. One the zipper was pulled down, she brushed his hands away and hooked her thumbs into the hips of the loose denim. Lifting her hips up, she shucked her pants easily and scooted to the edge of the bed.

Devi grabbed his belt buckle and tugged him the half step closer so she could start undressing him. Turn about is fair play after all.

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