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outofshadows2013-08-28 12:55 pm
somepartsbroken) wrote in outofshadows2013-08-28 12:55 pm
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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.]
it's perfect!
Was this some unasked for reward for their efforts? Or was this a distraction? It would be impossible to guess the motivations of a temple or a species of alien that she still had yet to fully understand. Nor would it even occur to Sulu that this convenient set up was unnatural and fabricated, the passions within her seemed real, and overpowering. How had she not noticed that Spock was simply meant for this? That her body curved to fit against his in a way that was both logical and poetic. Perhaps she had noticed him before, and pushed the thoughts to the recesses of her mind in favor of a professional clarity.
Sulu could not weigh her professionalism against her need for him now. A raw lust that nearly surprised her in it's intensity. The kiss served to distract her completely from the shutting of the door. Her hands were fists; tight grasps on the shoulders of Spock's blue uniform shirt. If it was possible to pull him closer, Sulu would have done so without hesitation.
She kissed him back, without care for the small scrapes and bruises that had accumulated from their self appointed policing of the temple.
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There were so many scents from a day stuffed full of fighting. And their bodies, so closely fitted together, allowed Spock to smell the liquid salt on her skin, and the metallic iron of her dried blood. He would have just stood and breathed her in, if his mouth wasn't so eager to meet the lieutenant's lips again.
The Lieutenant.
He had never permitted himself to call her by her first name. He'd never even referred to her by any other prefix. Doing so avoided confusion and maintained the utmost professionalism. Yet now, as Spock slipped his hand down to the lieutenant's waist, the word suddenly felt the very opposite of professional. It felt taboo, and the human half of him latched onto the feeling in arousal.
Spock's hands were firm but gentle as he moved them up from her waist, feeling the curvature of her body bending in and out with his touch. When they reached her face again, he sealed their kiss reluctantly, and opened his eyes to study hers. It was his turn to ask the silent question.
His intense desire to mate should be automatically associated with the effects of pon farr, and yet having already experienced the blood fever once in his life, Spock knew that this was distinctly not the same. Pon farr was raw, tapping into a Vulcan's last seven years of oppressed emotion and releasing it through physical interaction. But the lust he felt now, was simply the sin in and of itself, wishing to be performed, to be idolized, to be served.
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The kiss lingered, her lips held the ghost of the Vulcan's warm mouth even after he pulled back to find some kind of confirmation that this was allowable. If it was going to be left up to Sulu, they might never leave this room again.
Sulu's face turned into Spock's hand to place a soft kiss on the inside of his palm. That was the best answer she could give him. Her fear to break the spell of this silence would only allow for a gesture of affirmation.
It was wrong. Oh, but it was the best kind of wrong. Unprofessional, unwise, unstoppable.
One of her hands crept upward, curved around the back of Spock's neck and fingers splayed up into the short hairs of his pragmatic style. It was a rare event that Sulu let her impulsive instincts guide her actions when out of the pilot's seat. There at least, was an outlet for reaction. Dealing with the Commander on a social level had always been a careful measure of respect and courtesy. While those base feelings towards him had not changed, there was a shift of intent. She would have him. Spock would belong to her. If only this once.
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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.
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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.
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Below the neck, the Vulcan body bore no noticeable difference from that of a human. Spock's own torso was smooth and strong, seasoned by physical discipline and combat.
His long fingers were at the bottom of her yellow shirt next, tugging them upwards as he leaned down to for another kiss on her neck. It would also have to go.
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She was a rather direct kind of person herself. So it just seemed to fit well. When his shirt was tossed aside, Sulu leaned forward and covered his bare chest with heated, wet, kisses. Even went so far as to scrap her teeth flatly on his skin.
Then of course, her clothing was the next thing on the list. Sulu complied like a good little officer, lifting her arms to aid him in removing the command gold. As much as she loved the color, it really didn't do much for skin. Not like the lovely way that blue contrasted so prettily with Spock's paleness. For that vain reason, Sulu didn't usually opt to wear gold underclothes to match her uniform. As was the usual among all departments. Instead, Sulu went for the simple black bra.
Right now, it seemed more sinful than simple.
Sulu's hands ran back over Spock's chest as soon as they were free to do so once again. Trailing fingertips down and slowly working open the standard issue black pants. Her head tilted back to allow Spock all the freedom in the universe at her neck.
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His hands reached behind her back for its clasp as her hands worked nimbly on his pants, which came undone without much resistance. Leaning to one side, he tugged them off completely, revealing his standard issue, blue boxer-briefs with a black rim. The sight of her under him was stirring, and the Vulcan's body responded.
So when he laid back down on top of her, pulling at the straps around her shoulders, the Lieutenant would be able to feel her Commander pressing hard against her.
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Sulu locked her gaze to Spock. She was so focused that the room could pull any surprise, anything at all, and she wouldn't register it. Much less stop the avalanche of events here. She could feel the hard press of him against her thigh and it only made her all the more determined to follow through and feel him inside of her.
They were taking their time as if they had all the time in the universe to take. When that might not be the case.
But it certainly felt like it.
The Lieutenant's expression softened a little when her bra finally slipped away, a snag at her elbow, but otherwise unhindered. There was certainly a great deal of satisfaction to be found in the way he looked at her. Bared for him, wanting him, waiting to be claimed.