WHEN YOU ARE THE ONE WHO LIES CLOSE TO ME

[unversed]

THE CATCHALL ROMANCE MEME

HOW WE ROLL:
> Post with your character, put name/fandom/etc in the subject line.
> Someone tags you with one of the scenarios listed below.
> "AND THEN THEY PORKED."
> PORNPROFIT.

THE DEETS:

ONE ➔ CONFESSION: You've been admiring this person from afar, or you've been friends with them for a while. Either way, you've finally worked up the courage to admit how you feel!

TWO ➔ LOVE NOTES: Send your crush personalized little love notes for them to find! Flick them at your crush, or hide them in their shoes! Draw pictures of you two kissing! Heck, even an old fashioned YES/NO checkbox note will do. But you've gotta get their attention with your written prowess! Get creative! Maybe they'll come up to you and you'll find true love!

THREE ➔ KISSING BOOTH: You're working a kissing booth, for whatever reason. Charity, for your school, or just because you got conned into it. But will something special bloom from a chance encounter with a booth guest? Or will you just be embarrassed for life, and punch your friends for getting you into this later?

FOUR ➔ LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: You've been completely dazzled by this specific person! Your heart races, you have a cold sweat... whoa wtf is happening. You simply must get to know them! Maybe it was meant to be!

FIVE ➔ TSUNDERE STYLE: Sure, you like them, but you can't show that by being cute or cooking them lunch, hell no. You have to punch their shoulder and tug on their hair, obviously. W-what? They're complimenting you? Try not to blush too hard, or shove them too much.

SIX ➔ CAPULET & MONTAGUE STYLE: You're both already taken, or you simply can't be together for some reason! Your families hate each other, your friends hate each other, or you only see each other once a year! But you don't care, you have tonight, and romance is in the air. Maybe you can break away from what can't be, just for one night of fun and love.

SEVEN ➔ NEVER SAY NEVERO: You're super intent on making this person yours! You're willing to go to the extreme to garner their affections! How can they say no to extreme outbursts of love and other hard-to-ignore signs of affection? Though, it might be easier to just ask... but that's not big enough for your love!

EIGHT ➔ TLC: You suddenly feel blue, and you feel the need to be comforted. It's time for some sexual healing.

NINE ➔ SMOOTH OPERATOR: Flowers, candlelight, a bottle of champagne... it's time to woo your sweetheart!

TEN ➔ GRAB SOMEBODY SEXY TELL 'EM HEY: There's something about messing around in a public place, where anyone can walk in on you anytime. Try to keep quiet, the woman over in the bathroom stall next to you might hear you and your partner heating up and fooling around.

Comments

oh god me too i am just typing these while doped up on nyquil

[pools]

[there's a longer moan from her when he speeds up and she tries to lift her hips in time, though she misses a couple times. it doesn't even register in her mind anymore; she's too caught up in him to really notice anything else aside from this feeling good and wanting him to feel good too.

she laughs a little when his hair gets into his face, breathy chuckles interspersed between moans and whimpers, and she slips her fingers into his hair to hold them back. the kiss is welcome and she opens up to him easily, sighing into his mouth.]

jori...

[drought]

[ It is not a lightning bolt of a revelation, going screaming across his mind. It isn't an earthquake, shaking him to his core. He doesn't know what prompts it, whether it's the feeling of her body and her fingers in his hair, or all the little sounds she's making, or the simple taste of her. All he knows is that the thought is suddenly, quietly there, arriving like the morning sunlight slowly creeping across the floor or the quiet crack of a geode splitting open and revealing the sparkling quartz inside.

She's perfect.

It's definitely the first and probably the last time he'll think it, but for now it patiently sits, coloring every motion as he kisses her again, hand shifting back onto the bed to give him more support and leverage no matter how much he wants to be holding her instead. But the pressure in his abdomen is building up to a fever pitch, and he's not sure how much longer he can hold out. Until then, he's going to make sure that she's enjoying it, as best he can. ]

this boy klasjdlfas i am legit crying icant

[pools]

[it's unfortunate that she can't read minds, but then again, it might be a good thing because she wouldn't know what to make of his thought. she knows she's not the best person (that status will always be reserved for Mag and even Jori), nor is she the nicest person. all she really knows is the fact that she had been searching for something to fill that frustratingly empty corner of her heart her whole life, and right here in this moment, she thinks she might have found it. it's ridiculous and probably more than a little cliche, but it makes her smile and fills her with an almost crippling feeling because she knows that after this, she would never be able to lose him.

and oddly enough, she's okay with that.

the pain must have dulled down enough to pleasure because she can feel it again, gathering in her limbs and slowly pooling down to her stomach. she pulls her mouth away to take a deep breath, pressing a kiss to his cheek and she wants to say it, wants to say something stupid like "i love you" but she can't, not yet. she already told him she needed him and-]

Stay. [it's a little louder than a whisper, and maybe he might not be able to catch it all, but:]

Please stay.

i just cannot handle these two. i love them and cannot handle them

[drought]

[ Considering the vast majority of his attention is focused on her - it could be raining frogs outside and he wouldn't know - he does manage to hear that. There is, admittedly, a part of him that is confused at first, wondering if she truly thinks there's any way that he's going to just stop and walk away right now. Thankfully he realizes before he says something stupid, and he has to smile, the sentiment something else warm and comfortable that's settling into his chest.

He ducks his head to put his mouth by her ear. ] Always.

[ He takes her hand in his and puts it against his chest, over his racing heart, rhythm faltering slightly before he picks it up again. ] It's all yours anyway.

[ The forever kind indeed. ]

i just want to dive under my bedsheets and weep forever

[pools]

[she's not sure if she's really that ridiculously sentimental, but that's what ultimately sends her over. it hits her a lot harder than the first time and she sobs out moans over and over, muscles shaking so deep she can feel the tremors in her bones. her eyes sting and her vision goes blurry and maybe she's crying, but she grips his hand tight, gasping for breath.]

Just... just take it. Everything. I just-

[she throws an arm over her eyes briefly, feeling something gut-wrenching that she thinks is probably love. she clings to him like a buoy, like he's the only anchor to her sanity.]

You have no idea... no idea what you're doing to me.

gpoy

[drought]

[ This time when she goes he follows, unable to stop himself even if he wanted to. This time he barely hears her, at least at first, her words almost lost in his moan and one last burst of heat until tensed muscles suddenly relax. He collapses, just managing to catch himself on a forearm instead of crashing into her. Concentrating on breathing more than anything else, he presses a quiet kiss to her cheek as he slowly regroups himself within his slowly cooling skin.

What he's doing to her? No, he's not entirely sure. How did they get here in the first place? It didn't really start when she kissed him so suddenly and he found out he really did like it even if it had surprised him. After all, he'd thought about it before, even though he'd tried not to - it didn't seem like the right thing to do, even if that meant he'd apparently been projecting no interest in the subject at all. If anything, he'd been more surprised by Tia's agreement... though if she'd been interested she might've had to hit him with a rock for him to notice.

He casts his mind back over the little things he'd thought and felt since this whole thing started, and in his own way he works up to the same thing she realized: after this, he can't lose her. He'd meant it before, about his heart being hers, but in some ways he hadn't realized just how true it was. He smiles, warm, lazy, content, genuine, amused. ]

Think I'm falling in love with you. Does that count?

[pools]

[she watches him, unable to look away as he reaches the end. she takes in his expression, memorizing his face and filing it away in a safe corner of her mind because she has no idea when she'd get to see it again. if there is a next time at all. seeing him so unguarded makes something in her chest clench and she twines her hands through his hair again, gently twirling the strands around her fingers.

still, she wasn't expecting him to say that (which is kind of silly, considering what he said earlier). a flurry of emotions rush past: surprise and panic that slowly simmers down to acknowledgement, resignation, to cool into something softer - warm and bittersweet.]

Yes... it does.

[her hands trail down, cupping his face gently. she has so many feelings that she doesn't know what to do with and they all revolve around him. she doesn't know if this is really okay, if this will work if they do go through with it, but she's always done things her own way. it doesn't hurt to try, right? to try and let someone in. to feel this heart-wrenching feeling that both hurts and fills her with warmth at the same time.]

I think I might be too.

[drought]

[ Jori's never been one to push people away, and in some ways he knows that it's a bad thing, that it leaves him more vulnerable. But how could anyone expect him not to love his family, to adore Hikari, to enjoy his friends? Ignoring all that seems like such a sad, lonely thing to do, one that Jori's quite sure he couldn't handle anyway.

Still, Tia is a special case and he knows it, because every time Mag is in danger they will both be in danger, and that vulnerability will be right there, every single time, not just a distant possibility. But in some ways he thinks that it will be easier, because he won't have to leave, because they'll understand what obligations the other has.

As long as they don't forget what their duty - the whole reason (he thinks at times) for his existence - is, then he can't see how this is wrong. Risky, yes. Potentially dumb, yes. But not wrong. ]

I'm not sorry if that's what I'm "doing to you".

[ In a minute he'll have to get up, but for right now he just wants to lie here and bask in the afterglow, to feel her hands on him, her hip under his hand, and all the other places skin touches skin. ]

not late not late

[pools]

Like you're ever sorry for anything.

[it's less of a jab and more teasing, and as much as she wants, she can't hide the small smile from her face. despite the risk and danger involved, the feeling of being cared and accepted drowns out the fear. because even with their differences, she needs him; she needs him to stay, to be her anchor because as much as she claims, she can't protect Mag on her own. not as well as Jori can.

but more than that, she needs him because he's one of the only few people who can tolerate her. and possibly the only person to actually show the fact that he really cares.]

<3

[drought]

That's cause I usually don't have anything to be sorry for.

[ He tries not to, at least. And for that reason her smile is the last reassurance he needs that this really isn't something he'll have to apologize for. No matter what happens or how things turn out, he just doesn't want to have any regrets. Not about this.

It's with a small sound of protest that he moves off the bed, just enough to throw out the condom before something unfortunate happens. By the way, Tia, enjoy that sight of his back and the full extent of his tattoos, because they really do go from wrist to ankle.

When he returns to the bed he leans over to kiss her, just because he wants to, because the novelty of it hasn't worn off and the simple fact that he can makes him happy in a way that he couldn't describe if you gave him a year. ]

[pools]

[she does enjoy the display, actually, and the sight makes a small tendril of warmth unfurl deep in her stomach; it makes her want to touch and trace every line and curve and leave her own marks on his skin.

she kisses him back when he leans over, but she keeps it brief and instead sits up. she turns around, pulling her hair over one shoulder and exposing her back, revealing her own markings. where Jori's is angles and geometric shapes, hers is all fluid and wavy: red lines curving away from a central circle just below her shoulder blades, stretching out over her skin like a soft caress. the longest stop just at the top of her shoulders and her lower back, with shorter ones interspersed between.]

[drought]

[ He laughs quietly, and what she wanted he does: he reaches out and traces a path with one finger, following the lines from the top down. He may not touch every mark, but it's enough to know the breadth of it from feel of it. How strange, to think they each have something like this, so different and so similar at the same time. Just like their whole lives seem to be.

His finger reaches the small of her back and falls away from her skin; his voice is warm and amused. ]

And you were just complaining about me keeping secrets.

[pools]

[she has to bite her lip to stifle a couple involuntary giggles when he touches the markings, skin tingling in the wake of his finger.]

Haven't you heard? A girl's allowed to keep a few secrets if she wants.

[drought]

And a guy isn't? How is that fair?

[ It's a good-natured complaint. It'd take effort to ruin his good mood right now, after all. ]

Tell me one anyway.

1/2

[pools]

Newsflash, Jori. Life isn't fair.

[pools]

[there's a rather long and thoughtful pause.]

... As a backup to my training, my parents taught me a few things. I learned how to gut and clean a fish from my mother, and my father taught me how to wield a trident and a harpoon.

[drought]

[ The implication that her whole family knows how to expertly wield sharp pointy objects would probably disturb him more if he wasn't used to all of his relatives having a mace or staff at hand. ]

So they taught you how to fish? ...I see how that could be fun.

[ Well, the thought of standing in the water stabbing fish isn't really his idea of a good time, but he can see Tia maybe enjoying it. ]

[pools]

Yeah, kind of. You're pretty much taught how the fish from the moment you could walk.

[she shrugs.]

I guess. It's just what we do, like how you guys like to dig holes and grope cows all day.

[drought]

Is that what you guys say we're doing?

[pools]

... Maybe.

[drought]

[ There's a slight pause, but he really is attached to that lazy good mood. ]

Long as you know that it isn't true.

1/2

[pools]

Well, obviously. I don't think you'd have it in you to be a furry.

[pools]

[makes... a face....]

... Nevermind, forget I said that.

[drought]

[ Considering his own weirded-out expression, he's just fine with doing that. ]

...Sure.

Anyway, I like this. [ He brushes his fingers over one of the red lines. ] Thanks for showing me.

[pools]

[coughs 8(]

... Yeah.

[a light flush spreads over her cheeks and she ducks her head, frowning a bit.]

You don't need to thank me.