Shipping Meme

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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.]

Comments

[ex_steadycourse703]

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.

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

Spock lifted his upper body and shifted his legs so they firmly planted him on the bed and above the Lieutenant. He'd felt her hands at the hem and with both arms, Spock lifted the uniform over his chest and threw the science blue onto the ground.

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.

[ex_steadycourse703]

You could say one thing for the Commander. When he made up his mind about something, he didn't hesitate. Sulu liked that. A lot.

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.

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

As soon as the gold dress was on the floor, Spock glanced up and down Sulu's body. As if the Commander noticing any female body wasn't shocking enough, a coy smile crept up upon Spock's face as he kissed down the line of her neck and onto her chest. He was easing his way towards the rim of her bra, and she was right, it felt sinful.

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.

[ex_steadycourse703]

Every movement was slow but laced with a tightly controlled urgency. This wasn't soft and lazy lovemaking, this was the unwinding of a bomb. A force that would explode both of their worlds and was treated with that much more care for it's danger.

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.