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WHEN YOU ARE THE ONE WHO LIES CLOSE TO ME

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."
> ~~PORN~~PROFIT.

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 N~~EVER~~O: 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.

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[ He flinches at first, just barely, the motion possibly able to be mistaken for just a sudden sway. He lifts his head to meet her eyes. Slow is still his goal, his finger deliberately tracing that curve, but he's not that patient. She's trusting him, however, and he wants to give her time to adjust before moving on.

Though that comment about her expecting him to be bad is still lurking in the back of his mind. How badly he wants to prove her wrong, both for his own pride and for her to enjoy herself. So he doesn't want to go too slow. ]

Tia. [ His voice is rough and he pauses to swallow, running a single finger from the base of her throat to the bottom of her shirt before hooking into the fabric. ] Can I take this?

[by now she's pretty sure she'll end up eating her words, which doesn't come as too much of a surprise since this isn't exactly his first rodeo (~~heh~~). she's already feeling too much - she's too warm and there's a growing need in her that's both unsettling and exciting and she's surrounded by him: his scent, his warmth, his arms. she wants to slow down and speed up at the same time, she wants to go closer and pull away. she can't make up her mind.

so it comes as a relief when he grips her shirt and since she can't really find her voice, she nods and pulls it off herself. immediately, she feels much better when the cooler air hits her skin, enough that she doesn't feel self-conscious of being almost half naked in front of Jori right away.]

[ Her actively taking her shirt off makes him feel better that he isn't pushing this on her and reassures him once again this is something she wants. "I think it might hurt her if it weren't pretend," he'd once told Mag. "Sometimes she goes all quiet and... I don't know." That is still his push-and-pull, and will be as long as he has the power to think.

Hopefully that cooler air does feel good, because Jori's hands are going to be roaming, first settling on her shoulders before gliding down her back, fingertips tracing her spine. They rest briefly on her hips before spidering up her sides, following the bottom line of her bra to her chest, one hand settling on her stomach, the other returning to her side. It's really not fair how good she feels.

Also, she can try asking about the heat thing if it becomes too much. He simply doesn't notice it at times like this, but he could try to have better control. ]

[she shivers when his hands move across her skin, occasionally letting out a soft laugh when he brushes a ticklish spot along her side and back. his hands are like big heating pads, smoothing out the tension in her muscles and relaxing her further.

though she feels a little embarrassed that she's the only one without her shirt on, she decides to change that: she leans in and slips her hands underneath shirt, gently sliding them up and bringing the cloth with her.]

[ He has to pull his hands away from her as she pushes his shirt upwards - and he lets her at first, liking the way her hands feel against his skin; like Tia appreciating the air, her hands feel markedly cool against him. Yet when she gets the shirt up near his collarbones, Jori similarly takes hold of the hem and pulls the shirt off himself, casually tossing it aside.

Today seems to be a day of surprises for Tia, which continues as Jori's skin is revealed: though his chest is unmarked, blue lines are tattooed onto his skin, running in geometric patterns over the back of his shoulders and down the outside of his arms, terminating at his wrists. The pattern looks like (and does) continue on his back, disappearing down into his pants, though that's not visible right now.

But even if Jori vaguely remembers that Tia hasn't seen them before, he doesn't think much of it. Or he's just that unconcerned about his own body when hers is in front of him. ]

[Jori has obviously been hiding way too many things lately. when she sees the markings, she pauses, taking a moment to just look at them. she traces over a pattern on his arm with a finger-]

Okay. You're not a virgin and you have tattoos.

[she wonders how long it took to do all of these and they remind her of her own markings right below her shoulder blades, red to his blue.

still, they look good on him, highlighting his biceps and defining the muscles in his arms and most likely his back, too. it makes her heartbeat pick up and darkens the blush on her cheeks.]

What else you have not told me?

[ Well, he would've shown them off before if he'd known she'd react like that, especially since his eyes can't help but watch her trace the familiar lines. The sight and soft feeling combine in a way to make his scalp tingle, and it takes him a moment to tear himself away enough to think about her question.

He can't think of anything, but then again, if she'd asked him the same question an hour ago he probably wouldn't have been able to think of anything either. He's doesn't know what's considered important enough to know anymore. ] I'm not sure.

[ He puts his arms around her, just to hold her and for the contact. ] My middle name is Zachary.

... Jori Zachary Suvarta.

[she tries it out once, rolling his name around her tongue, as if tasting it and feeling its texture. it's a good name and it suits him, at the same time teasing a small smile from her because Zachary sounds so boyish.

there's a lot that she doesn't know about him and while that would generally turn her off (especially now, in this position), it makes her want to get to know him more, to uncover his secrets one by one. to understand him inside and out.

she presses a kiss to shape circling around his shoulder and carefully explores the planes of his torso, fingers skimming lightly over his skin.]

[ He sighs, his eyes falling shut as he leans back into the couch, wanting to take a moment to just drink in this feeling. He may not be a virgin, but it was only once and years ago; if this isn't completely new, it's like a half-forgotten memory. Jori's not a very complicated guy, and he likes things simple, and right now it can't get much better than her fingers fluttering over his chest.

But of course he can't just leave her hanging either and his fingers trail back up her stomach, to the bottom of her bra and over, up to her collarbone and back down, this time following the line where her breast meets fabric.

That's another difference between then and now; back then was all fire, one spark and they exploded forward, burning hotter and brighter with every second. This is earth, the quiet building of mountains one inch at a time, with how he always wanted to go just a little bit further, kiss her a little bit longer. ]

[oddly enough, the fabric starts bothering her when the urge to feel more of the skin-on-skin contact rises and she makes short work of it, tossing it to the side. it's strange how she enjoys his touches, how she savors their proximity; his hands are gentle, and that alone fills her with something she can't really identify, something that makes her want to get as close to him as possible - slip into his skin through osmosis, sink down deep into his muscles and bones, and meld into his bloodstream to settle in his heart.

she trails kisses along his shoulder, licking up his neck to brush her nose along his jawline. just touching his chest is not enough and her hands drift lower, fingers lingering on the top of his pants before heading to the button of his fly.]

[ So much for his theories, as he fills his hands with her. It seems so natural for them to be this close; his hesitation is gone.

That doesn't stop his sharp intake of breath when her fingers descend over his abdomen, nor the muffled groan when they go to his fly. He's suddenly so damn sensitive that every touch or change is pressure is an exquisite torture, and he's reduced to watching her, his breathing noticeably shallower and quicker.

His mind is, at once, both not functioning and going a million miles an hour: Damn it I was trying to be fair and this is so not fair, not at all, and Tia please, Tia please, Tia PLEASE. ]

[his reactions are both surprising and exciting at the same time; the fact that she's the one eliciting his responses fill her with a sense of accomplishment. she still has no idea what she's really doing though, which comes through when she unbuttons his pants and eases the zipper down. she can see the line of his underwear and her hands and fingers come to a stuttered stop. when she looks at him, it's a mix of uncertainty and desperation.]

I don't-... [she fumbles with her words, eyes darting back down to his chest.]

Tell me what to do. I don't know what to do, Jori.

[ That look makes him fight back to himself through the haze, pulling her flush against his chest - he's still warm, but not quite as much as the moment before as he wrestles with control - and kissing her. It's slow, almost languid, and not a real answer and he knows it, but she's treating him like an expert in something he's only ever known through a mix of experimentation and instinct. So first: slow down a bit and get her away from that moment of panic. He pulls back just far enough that he can meet her eyes. ]

What do you want to do? [ His hands run over her sides, deliberately aiming for one or two of those ticklish spots because he wants her to take a second to consider before answering. He's smiling slightly, because he really does consider it that simple. ] What do you want? Just tell me, and I'll do it.

[ Maybe that's a better compromise. If she's really that worried, she can at least give him an idea of the limits, and he'll take the risk. ]

[the kiss calms her down a little and his hands are a nice distraction from her nerves. she doesn't really know how to answer his question though; it's hard to think when he's so close with his hands all over her.]

I don't know. [she wants something, but she doesn't know how to articulate it. but deep down, she knows only he can provide whatever it is.] I...

[she takes a deep breath, teeth worrying her lip briefly. she feels so vulnerable right now, and she has to remind herself that it's okay. that she trusts him.]

Whatever you want to give me. I'll take it. I'll take anything.

...I think I'd better give you something other than the couch. Hang on.

[ That's not said in a "wait a second" sort of way, that's an actual "hold on tightly" because now Jori's sliding his hands underneath her legs and carrying her into his bedroom. Except for the walls being a dark blue in here, it is much the same as the other room, cluttered desk in the corner, etc, but really he hopes that the last thing she's paying attention to is the goddamn furniture.

Except for the bed, natch. It's big and soft because he's a big guy who will sleep for twelve hours if you let him. He considers briefly sitting down and being in the same basic position that they just left, but no, he's very carefully basically tipping them forward - or backward from Tia's perspective - so that she's lying on her back with him hanging over her. Because, honestly, it's pretty much where he'd like to end up, so best now to see if it causes any problems. Despite what she said, he's not planning on suddenly going mach speed.

Still, the delays are starting to get to him a bit. He takes her hand and presses a kiss to her palm before guiding it down between his legs. His touch is light; she can easily pull away, but even though her hand is still over his boxers and pants it's enough to make his breath hitch. In fact his hand will fall away from hers completely to give himself a little extra support while he contemplates the sudden undeniable fact that even half naked they somehow still have way too many clothes on. ]

[she flails a little when he picks her up (he really needs to stop doing that) and secures her limbs around him, suddenly feeling like a little girl in his arms. she's too busy hiding her face in his neck to really pay much attention to the furniture, at least until she feels herself getting lowered. the cool sheets feel soothing against her skin, a nice counterpart to Jori's much warmer body, and it's a comforting presence against her back. of course, the position also forces her to focus on Jori as well.

her eyes flutter shut when he kisses her palm, but they soon open again when she feels her fingers brush against his boxers and she swallows, glancing down at his pants. it's ridiculous how she's still so nervous, but her impatience wins out; she grips his boxers and pants with both hands and pulls them firmly down to his knees.

she blinks once, twice. her cheeks steadily turning red again.]

... Oh.

[so obviously he's not small. not that she was thinking he was small. not that she's ever seen a guy down there before.]

[ A smile twitches at the corner of his lips, but he ducks his head to hide it, pulling back just so he can push his pants and boxers the rest of the way off before he gets hopelessly tangled. The socks go too, because it's easy enough and it's something he's apparently supposed to do.

It's not that he's laughing at her, it's just that she's...kinda cute, in a way. Her body - those blushes - are more honest than she usually is. Cute is not a word he would usually use to describe her, and the utter absurdity of thinking it in this situation is what's getting to him. It's also, honestly, that her reaction is a bit of a relief; he could think of several other reactions that would've been ten times worse.

His knees end up one on each side of one of her legs as he leans down, kissing the inside of her leg just above her knee. And then much like before in reverse, he slowly moves upwards, one kiss at a time. It's almost clever strategy from Jori: hopefully she'll like it, but if she gets impatient enough to grab him or pull him up, maybe it'll override some of those nerves. ]

[it's probably because everything that's happening (has been happening) is so new that she has no way to compare it to anything. nothing is familiar and everything is strange, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it.

she watches him lean down, watches him kiss her inner thigh and higher and she trembles, shivering as her fingers twist in his sheets. it's ticklish, almost teasing and she wants more, but saying it seems so wanton and embarrassing and she can't get the words out right. his plan works though: impatience wins out again and she unbuttons her shorts, pulling them down along with her underwear.]

[ And off the side of the bed they go, as Jori swallows back a sudden needy impulse- (i don't think now's the time to worry about being a gentleman) -and it helps, somehow, to think of it like his car: power and speed coiled and ready to spring forward, but only at the right time. (i never said i was a gentleman. maybe that's why i was worrying about it.) But neither is his self-control perfect.

He pushes himself up the bed in order to kiss her, hand lingering over her hip and moving over to her abdomen, fingers brushing down her skin until they reach the tight curls there and pause. (don't. god, don't.) But this time it's more warning that truly waiting for approval, and his fingers slip between her legs as he kisses her again. ]

[she gasps briefly into his mouth, hands immediately coming up to grip his shoulders as his fingers brush against sensitive skin. she moans against his lips, thighs trembling as if unsure whether or not to fall open further or clench around his hand. it's a strange sensation, toeing the line between uncomfortable, strange and really, really good. as foreign as it is though, she doesn't want him to stop.

she ends up pushing her hips up against his hand, wordlessly encouraging his fingers to probe deeper.]

[ He doesn't need much prompting to keep going, pressing his fingers into her warm (even to him it feels warm) wetness. He starts at the top and runs downward, slowly rolling over her node and circling her entrance. He repeats this once, pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder, but really he wants to watch her reactions so he can adjust.

In theory, at least, because his own body is becoming roaringly impatient, so while maybe he should go slower he is, in fact, picking up the pace a bit. Not that he realizes this, even though it should be obvious as his hand runs down again but this time stops so he can - softly, ever so gently - push one finger into her. ]

[every breath in is a gasp, every exhalation a moan as his fingers feel her out and she closes her eyes tight. her fingers dig into his shoulders and back and she nearly sobs out the raw sounds ripped from her throat. it feels like she's drowning, falling deeper and deeper into him with no way out.

that changes though, when he pushes in. her moan turns into a sob that ends in a groan, stamping down the urge to push his hand away, to quell the feeling of intrusion. she's determined to see it through, putting blind faith in the giggled rumors of the girls back home: the pain and discomfort is worth the pleasure in the end. she tucks her face in the crook of his neck, trying to even out her breathing and relax.]

[ At that sound, at the feeling of her hiding her face against him, he stops: hand, body, almost his heart, and it still feels like it missed a beat or two. And for the first time today he's glad to have that experience with Kris; otherwise he might have panicked rather than hesitating. But she'd paused too, pressed her head against him in much the same way, so maybe it was something necessary, and not completely worrisome.

But he doesn't want to just wait it out; he'd rather help her through it, if possible. And so though he doesn't move or withdraw, he slides his thumb up to find her clit again because she had liked that, if her reactions were anything to go by. His body tenses, trying to be alert to every change in hers because he has no idea if this'll work.

In full honesty, his desire to help is not entirely altruistic. After all, if she can't handle a finger there's no way she'd be able to handle him. And while he'll stop if and when she needs him to, he'd rather pull out his fingernails than have to. ]

[she does like it, which gets her to relax enough to open her muscles up a little more. she wants to tell him it's okay, that she can take it; she's no stranger when it comes to pain and they've come this far already, she doesn't want to back down.

she can't exactly get her voice to work, but she lifts her head and kisses him, propping up her legs and spreading them further to give him more room.]

[ Tia's a fighter, and Jori has first-hand knowledge of just how strong she is. But just because she can endure pain doesn't mean she should, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt her, especially now. But when she kisses him, he kisses her back fiercely, that primal instinct crashing back through him. She's open and vulnerable in front of him, and the desire to take her over and consume her makes his muscles tremble for a moment, even if the result he's aiming for is more metaphorical than it once was.

He wonders dimly if she has any idea what she's doing to him, because he's not all that certain himself. Instead he drops his head to kiss her shoulder and neck, wanting to feel and smell and touch rather than watch. And he's certainly taken her up on that invitation, hand moving faster and deeper as he presses his whole body against her. ]

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for some reason that tag gave me all the feels ;_____;

;-; (cozy)

hnnnggh this is so late sob

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this is so not late

i was going to make a pregnancy joke, then decided it was in poor taste