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

[pools]

Someone's eager.

[drought]

Don't talk like you weren't teasing me just a second ago.

[ Not. Complaining. ]

[pools]

You seemed to enjoy it.

[drought]

I'm not objecting. Just pointing out that I'm hardly the only eager one.

[pools]

Well... it's not a bad thing.

[ as she nips his neck a little. ]

[drought]

[ He smiles when he feels that, then moves back slightly only to slide a hand behind her neck and kiss her. ]

Definitely something I can get used to.

i totally thought i tagged this omg

[pools]

Likewise.

[ 'sup, that is definitely some tongue in your kiss hope you don't mind. ]

[drought]

[ By the way his hand tightens on her neck, no, no he really doesn't mind at all. Then he realizes he's getting kinda possessive and releases her, trying to stave off that impulse. That can only lead to bad things, even if the sudden thought of them waging one of their battles in bed makes him swallow. Hell, he might not even mind losing that one!

He looks at her, his eyes dark. ] Arceus, you drive me mad.

[pools]

[ it's weird that she doesn't mind the way that he holds her against him, how it seems like he wants to take over her mind, body, and soul. he's warm and solid; despite the fact that she's been in a vulnerable position this whole time doesn't even concern her anymore. not when he's looking at her like that: it makes her spine tingle, makes her mouth dry. she wets her lips a little, tilting her head. ]

... Mad?

[drought]

[ He watches her as she does that, eyes lingering on her lips before he makes himself look up. He's just trying not to get revved up again. Trying to remain calm and relaxed when all he wants is to kiss her until she forgets her own name. ...He doesn't really know if that's possible, but he's willing to find out. ]

...You make self-control very difficult.

[pools]

[ she's totally down to try that too. she brushes the tips of her fingers along the curve of his cheek, tracing down his jawline. ]

You don't have to control yourself.

[ her fingers brush against his lower lip, corner of her mouth lifting a little. ]

You don't have to hold yourself back.

[drought]

[ There have been a few times when she's said something that just seemed to spring something inside him. Mostly insults or taunts that finally made him lose his temper, or a challenge that he stubbornly couldn't pass up. He feels a similar twinge inside him at her words, though this time he can't tell if that something is something or snapping into place.

No matter - he's going to easily accept those conditions. The touch of her fingers, that quirk of her lips... they seem to demand action, and he's more than willing to give in. He grabs her wrist - gently, he's not trying to hurt her - as he pulls her in for a kiss. A hard, insistent kiss, one that demands an answer of some sort. ]

[pools]

[ the kiss makes her melt against him, wrist limp in his hand as her eyes drift shut. she won't deny that she does try to rile him up on a near daily basis; sometimes to make him mad, sometimes to make him try to open up more. he always makes an effort to be calm and collected, but seeing him break out of that just attracts her more.

like now, pressed close against him and his lips insistently. he toes the line between gentle and rough, and she finds herself falling deeper into him. his answer is a soft moan, wrapping her free arm around his neck and twining her fingers in his hair. ]

if that something is breaking* or snapping into place, fuck

[drought]

[ Just as she likes to provoke reactions from him, so too does Jori love seeing and hearing hers. It's exciting and satisfying to know that he gets to her, can tease out these responses. Though she might have to make a rule about him manhandling her, because now he's releasing her wrist and pulling her onto his lap. As he continues to kiss her his hands glide over her sides and back - he just loves the feel of her.

But after a moment he pulls back, breathing hard but not pausing, his hand tipping her head back as he kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Partway down he pauses... and then bites her, before sucking lightly on the skin there. Again, not trying to hurt her, but he does want to leave a mark. ]

no worries bb :*

[pools]

[ she doesn't even realize he's pulled her over him until she feels his hands running down her sides and back, opening her eyes and looking down at him. but this way she can also get a lot closer and she immediately relaxes against him, spreading her legs a little so her knees end up on either side of his waist.

tipping her head back makes her back arch a little, pressing her lower back against his torso and she's pretty sure he can feel how warm and wet she's getting. the bite makes her shiver, inhaling sharply as she clutches his shoulders. ]

Jori...

[ her voice is lower, a little huskier and full of want. she can't think of anything else except him and how he feels and how he tastes, and nothing else matters right now. ]

[drought]

[ He can feel it, and that combined with the way she says his name makes heat rush to his stomach. His own temperature is rising, because really all he can think about is all the terrible things he wants to do with her. It's bad the way she's gotten to him, straight down into his bones. He's let a lot of people - perhaps too many - into his heart, and yet she's gone past that, somehow making herself inseparable from what makes him truly himself.

He hasn't cast away all self-control quite yet, but he's holding on by his fingernails. His arousal's even more obvious than hers, and as he lifts his head and kisses her again, there's one last thing on his mind. He pulls back much sooner than he wishes. ]

Tia. Your call.

[ His voice is like hers, rough with desire, and he indicates the bedside table with a quick gesture. He doesn't mind - it's the smart thing to do - but that drawer feels a lot farther away than it is, and it would require moving. And stopping. He doesn't want to stop. ]

[pools]

[ Jori's already like a portable space heater to her whenever she's around him, but right now it feels almost like she's back at home in one of her family's outdoor hot springs. he's not too hot to make her want to pull away, but there's enough heat to make her want to press closer to him and seek more skin on skin contact.

which also makes her pause for a moment when he speaks again, glancing to the table. it's not like she hasn't wondered what it would feel like without using a condom, but really, this is only the second time she's done this. plus, having a kid would... probably not be the best idea. not now, at least.

she knows what he's thinking though and it gets a small smirk from her as she sits up and back, the curve of her bottom brushing against his arousal. ]

You can wait a few seconds, can't you?

[ in any case, she's leaning towards the table and just grabs the whole box (probably rubbing against him a bit on purpose but he doesn't know that). you know, just in case they want to go for round three later. ]

[drought]

[ The strangled noise he makes when she sits up should be answer enough. And no, he doesn't know that she's doing all of this on purpose or else he'd think her somewhat of a witch. As well as probably making him seek revenge, so it's good that he doesn't know and thus is reduced to incoherent noises as she moves against him. His hands grip the blanket to keep himself from grabbing her.

And no, he really doesn't want a kid at the moment either, but look, he's really goddamn impatient. And considering just how closely they're pressed together, can she really blame him? He can't move without his skin brushing hers, every bit on contact sending jolts through him. So no. No, he'd much rather be pinning her to the bed than waiting. ]

I thought someone told me I didn't need self-control.

[ Obviously he'll do whatever she wants. Doesn't mean he can't be slightly snarky about it. Look at what you're doing to him, Tia. Look at him. ]

[pools]

[ she's really making an effort not to laugh, but she can't really hide that huge grin on her face at the noises he's making. she drops the box next to them on the bed and just to spite him, she takes a moment to fish out a clip from her shorts and put her hair up. ]

And aren't you the one always telling me to be more careful?

[ but okay, she'll put him out of his misery and press more firmly on his arousal, kissing along his neck and cheek. she nips his earlobe, tracing the shell of his ear with her tongue. ]

Better?

[drought]

You picked a hell of a time to start listening to me. [ A bit of good natured grumbling, because the chance to fill his hands with her makes up for a hell of a lot. As do those kisses as he tips his head to give her more room. ] Remind me to tease you half to death next time.

[ He probably couldn't and he knows it - he's too direct for it and, frankly, sex makes him stupid. And impatient. And even if it was to spite him, he can't be too annoyed by her putting up her hair. He thinks she's attractive all the time, but there's something about the difference in the styles that makes her irresistible. Maybe it's the way more skin is exposed, or maybe it's the implied vulnerability of her bare neck.

It's like he said before: she drives him crazy. There's slightly less fumbling with the condom box and package this time as he gets it on. Because even if they aren't going right that second he figures (hopes) they will be soon. And he's not stopping again. ]

[pools]

[ there's a laugh at that. ] Better late than never, right? And I'd like to see you try.

[ because she would. really. even if he is dumb, for some reason he knows just where to kiss and touch to leave her wanting more. but even when he gets the condom on she slows down a little, kisses lightening even as she keeps her center flushed against him. they've already done it not too long ago so it probably won't be as difficult, but she wants to make sure. and maybe try to get herself aroused to the point where she won't give a shit. which she's getting pretty close to.

she kisses him again, slow and deep, hands lifting to frame his face. she thinks she could survive on just kissing him for the rest of her life if she could. ]

[drought]

Don't tempt me.

[ He manages to get that out before she kisses him, and then he's too busy kissing her back to tell her never mind, she's always tempting him, isn't she? For all his impatience, this sort of pause he doesn't mind so much, because he really does like the slower moments too. He likes the feeling of her hands on his face and the taste of her lips. He likes running his hands over her skin, loves how smooth it feels to his callused hands. He likes these quieter moments, when all he can hear is their breathing.

And, admittedly, a part of him likes that she's setting the pace, taking some control over this. It makes him feel better, less like he's overwhelming her or pushing her. It had seemed like such a big deal to her that he wasn't a virgin and she was (had been). But if she's the one pushing forward, well...

So for all his frustrated growling, his body goes almost languid under her, arms lazily wrapping around her, fingers slowly tracing patterns on her skin. It might not last for long in his current state, but it's an idea that tickles at the back of his mind. If she really wants him to tease him, he definitely could go slow. As long as he could hang onto his patience, he could go so very slow. ]