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

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[drought]

[ The line is so cheesy and so perfect that he can't help himself, stooping in order to kiss her. Rather than the almost-rough ardor of before, this is gentle, a more quiet but no less real passion behind it. There's no need to rush, he tells himself. Not right now. He is a master of patience, and right now is just for kissing her. ]

tia is the master of words clearly

[pools]

[thankfully, Jori kissing her distracts her enough from wanting to throw herself off a cliff. she's just made of cheese tonight, it's ridiculous.

she pushes up on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck to hopefully make it easier for him. being this close to him warms her from the inside out and she almost sighs, eyes slipping shut and trying to reciprocate as best as she can.]

jori's just pleased that he isn't the only derpy one (even if only sometimes)

[drought]

[ It is easier, which he is thankful for. Their height difference wasn't usually a big deal, but kissing could be a problem, at least with both of them standing. His arms go around her waist to steady and support her, hoping to return the favor by making her not strain to hold herself up.

Eventually, though, he does have to breathe. He pulls back slightly and looks at her. ]

I don't usually see you with your hair up. [ His fingers brush against the side of her neck before returning to her waist. ] It's pretty.

[pools]

[her cheeks flare up and she looks away briefly, mentally doing a nice long keyboard smash.]

... Shut up.

[and she kisses him again as if to prove her point.]

[drought]

[ It's a good thing he has eventually come to accept the ways of the tsun, because he could never understand it in a million years. But kissing is definitely preferable to kicking, oh yes. Still, he's starting to get a crick in his back, not that he's willing to complain about that right now. He's too busy smiling against her lips, ostensibly obeying her request by letting her lead for the moment. ]

[pools]

[she can feel his smiling and it makes her want to smile too, which is dumb and stupid because she doesn't even know how smiling and kissing at the same time works even though she's doing it right now. underneath all the tsun though, she at least has the thought that he can't possibly be feeling very comfortable right now with the way he's stooping.

so she pushes against his shoulders a little, trying to back him up against a wall or something for him to lean against. or get her to lean against.]

[drought]

[ He'll back up, and when he hits the door he has to straighten, of course. But he'll let go of her waist - hey, she did complain earlier about him taking her off her feet - and break the kiss. After all, he is about a foot taller than her. ]

Do I get to ask what the plan is, or does that count as talking?

[pools]

Plan?

[oh god. there's a sort of blank look on her face because for all her bravado, she has no idea how these things go or what to do. and it sucks.]

I... [oh fuck it.] I've never done this before.

[drought]

[ Well.

He was not expecting that. At all. He never saw through that bravado and just assumed...

Now he feels bad for being so aggressive before. He really shouldn't have let his irritation get the better of him.

Jori takes her hand and squeezes it lightly before letting go. ] I think this'll work. C'mon.

[ And he slips past her, just to take the few steps over to the couch and sit down on it. ]

[pools]

[she feels all the self-conscious right now, hands clenching and loosening as she follows him over. as she sits next to him, it's not hard to figure out that-]

This isn't your first time.

[drought]

[ He just meant sitting on the couch - especially if he had pulled her onto his lap as originally planned - would have evened out their heights a bit. But that doesn't seem like such a good idea right now, as he can't figure out the expression on her face. ]

No. Second, but not my first. Is that bad?

[ He seems genuinely worried that the problem is on his side, because he is. Shit, she's going to be mad at him. Maybe she's going to hate him which'll break his heart and then Mag's going to be mad at him even if he's already beating himself up over it- ]

[pools]

... No. Not really.

[she sighs heavily and flops back, sinking a little into the couch.]

It's just that this whole fucking time I always thought you'd be shit at this, and now it's like one more thing you're better at than I am.

[assuming he was good at it, but. she looks over at him and frowns.]

Thanks for not telling me beforehand.

[drought]

[ His mouth is twisted slightly at first in a kind of grimace, unsure about that "shit at this" comment. But when he looks over to meet her eyes, he's just kind of...sad. It still feels like he disappointed her, or ruined something, even if he doesn't know what. ]

I didn't know it was important. I didn't think you'd want to know.

[pools]

[only because she assumed he was asexual this whole time okay!! which is kind of bad, but you know.]

It is kind of important when you propositioned someone and then took them to your house.

[she's really not that upset over it, even if she is a little miffed. but it's only got her more curious about it and she's tempted to ask... but she doesn't want to at the same time. oh no is this jealousy.]

[drought]

But you didn't tell me either. And you wanted to come.

[ Do you hear that hidden "...right?" at the end of that, Tia? ]

1/2

[pools]

I didn't know I had to, since I assumed we both were at least in the same ballpark as far as experience goes.

[but okay this is just getting them nowhere.]

[pools]

I did want to come.

[and here she is just going to slide over and onto his lap, straddling him.]

So, maybe you can make it up to me.

[drought]

[ Well that does a wonderful job of refocusing his attention. He rests his hands on her thighs, looking up at her as she speaks. He's still not sure why he has to "make it up" to her, but it doesn't matter, it's never mattered, and a part of him deep down realizes that she is showing trust in him. He wants to be worth that trust. ]

I can do that.

[ And so he kisses her, picking up from about where they left off, sweet and slow. This really is a better position, at least from his point of view, and he'd like to savor the feeling of her weight on him and just how much easier it is to kiss her. ]

[pools]

[this is definitely a lot better than reaching up all the time and she finds that she can get even closer this way as opposed to them standing. she scoots up over his legs until her chest is flush against his, tangling her fingers in his hair again.

if she had to, she would be happy with just kissing him. but she knows there's more to it than just this, which kind of sucks when he's the one with the upper hand here. for all her complaints about him being slow, she's glad that he's taking his time right now.]

[drought]

[ It's funny, in a way. Jori has the "advantage" but it's not one he wants to press, and, in fact, makes him more inclined to let her lead and set the pace she's comfortable with. But he has a feeling that she might prefer him to lead to avoid making any "mistakes."

Fitting. Their making out is turning everything into bizarro world.

He stiffens slightly when she gets that close, trying to draw his hips a little further back from hers. Partially to save himself that bit of pressure and to put off that embarrassment until he doesn't care anymore. Because this is why he doesn't think experience is a definite advantage: the feeling of her hands in his hair and of her chest against his is no less exciting than it would otherwise be.

His hands slide up to her hips, his thumbs slipping under her shirt to stroke her skin. Just a little bit more contact, just a little closer, capturing her lower lip for just a second to suck on it before kissing her again. Baby steps. Little Groudon steps. ]

[pools]

[there's a tiny whimper when his thumbs brush against her skin, squirming a little as she tries not to laugh. she's oddly ticklish for some reason and it annoys her because, wow, way to be sexy. but that thing he does with her lip distracts her, makes her stomach flip, and she frees a hand to grip the cloth over his shoulder.

she gets a little more insistent, kissing him back with a little more fervor: there's too much emotions running through her, too many sensations, and they all coalesce into a need and an urge to do more and feel more - the carnal desire to want more, to take and take and take, until he can't give her anything else.]

[drought]

[ As opposed to her annoyance, Jori is delighted by that squirm and suppressed laugh: it feels honest, in a way her posturing never has. He's suspected (though it took him a while to catch on) that her aggression and harsh words are a cover for something, if only because she makes even less sense if she really meant them. If this is another way to get at what lies beneath, to find the truth of her, then he will accept it gladly and dive into her depths.

He needs to breathe, needs to catch his breath and try to hang on to his self-control, but he really doesn't want to, doesn't want any more distance between them. He compromises by drawing her hips closer and ducking his head to press a kiss to her neck, then another and another, trailing them down her skin. ]

askdjfals sorry this is late!!

[pools]

[now that her mouth is free, it makes stifling her noises that much harder. his lips are warm on her skin, toeing the line between strange and surprisingly pleasurable, and she tips her head back to give him more room to work with. she can't help the tiny gasps and half-sighs when he trails over a sensitive area, fingers clutching at his hair briefly.

she wonders if he did this with the previous person, and if they felt like they were being carefully lit on fire one cell at a time.]

no sweat bb (cozy)

[drought]

[ There is a huge difference between what's happening now and what happened before, but not even Jori truly recognizes it. All he knows is that this is something that he wants, very badly, a desire that all those little noises are doing nothing to quell and everything to incite further.

...And the fact that this is the position he actually had sex in last time is really doing nothing to help either. Even if that's why he thought of it in the first place.

But for now his stubbornness is still holding steady; he is determined to ease into it - to test the waters, so to speak. He brushes his nose along the curve of her skin, lips lingering over that sensitive area as one hand leaves her hip, sliding up her side over her shirt to cup her breast.

Really, he's half worried she's going to whack him for that. ]

;w; <3333333

[pools]

[she stiffens at that, breath hitching a bit as she glances down at him. she's sure he can feel the blush creeping up her neck and to her cheeks but she doesn't hit him, hands fluttering over his neck and shoulders as if unsure where to put them. she's unsure where to put anything really, and though it's weird and kind of awkward, she can feel the warmth of his hand seeping through her clothing and into her skin, anchoring her.

she ends up closing her eyes, relaxing little by little, surrendering control over to him. in the end, it's like an extreme game of trust: testing her boundaries and seeing how far he'll take this. there's a part of her that's nervous, that's scared of what will happen during and after, the part that's always afraid of messing up; but all that gets pushed aside when she pulls herself closer, letting his heat warm her from the inside out.]