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]

[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.]

[drought]

[ 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. ]

[pools]

[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.

[drought]

[ 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. ]

[pools]

[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.

[drought]

...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. ]

[pools]

[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.]

[drought]

[ 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. ]

[pools]

[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.]

[drought]

[ 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. ]

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

[pools]

[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.]

;-; (cozy)

[drought]

[ 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. ]

hnnnggh this is so late sob

[pools]

[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.]

[drought]

[ 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. ]

this is so not late

[pools]

[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.]

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

[drought]

[ 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. ]

lakjsdflajksdflasdf d y i n g

[pools]

[she could ask him the same thing if she could. everything she's feeling right now is new and she doesn't know what to do with them, and it's all she can do to just hold on to him and keep breathing.

in a way he probably has consumed her, back arching off the bed and crying out as her whole body trembles and spasms beneath him. it's almost like getting ripped apart, coming undone and getting melded back together again bit by bit. she wonders what the real thing would feel like if this is just from his hand alone.

and then it hits her that this is just from his hand alone and she hides her face in his neck again, face red from embarrassment.]

dying, btw, is shakespearean for orgasming. (not even kidding, nothing is safe)

[drought]

[ He doesn't know why she's hiding and, frankly, he's past caring enough to try and figure it out. He doesn't want to rush her - no, that's a lie, he totally wants to, he just knows that it isn't the right thing to do - but he has reached the point where self-control is basically self-imposed suffering. He pulls back just enough to see her, eyes darting automatically toward the side table because he is, in fact, smarter than he was at eighteen before looking back at her. ]

Tia.

[ His voice is rough and needy, enough so that it catches briefly on her name. He's Jori after all - any smoothness is long since gone, leaving him unsure how to ask what he wants and hoping she'll understand without him having to explain. ]

aksjdflasd I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THAT

[pools]

[and it's his voice that gets her to look up again. he sounds so strained, and for a second she almost feels bad for not doing anything for him.]

Fuck, sorry.

[she takes a deep breath, closing her eyes briefly before kissing his shoulder and then his neck, wrapping her legs around his waist. she hopes that's enough of a hint to let him know she's ready, because she can't really come up with anything aside from "ready when you are" or "just put it in already fuck".]

this is what happens when it's late. everything is dirty

[drought]

[ He almost, almost just goes for it, but: smarter than he was at eighteen. And he is supposed to be the responsible one. So with a strangled noise he throws his arm out toward the table, just able to catch the drawer handle and pull it open. Judging by its bent and beaten up edges, the unopened box he retrieves has been kicking around in that drawer for a little while, but at least it exists. Sliding his thumb under the tab, he opens it with one hand, then the packet with his teeth, but at least the whole rigamarole of fetching and putting on a condom has only delayed him a moment.

He's hovers over her for a second more, then leans to do kiss her and finally pushes inside her with what is (to him, at least) agonizing slowness. Not that it matters too much, not when, slow or not, condom or not, her surrounding him is the best thing he's felt in ages, drawing a groan from his lips. ]

/face in hands

[pools]

[she's too wound up with anticipation, but she's pretty sure when she looks back on this she would probably end up laughing. in any other situation, Jori's displays of impatience is amusing and borderline attractive (if only because he's so easy-going all the time); which gets a small smile out of her when she watches him wrestle the condom on. the fact that it's her that's getting him like this makes her feel all kinds of warm and fuzzy, and she kisses him back almost sweetly-

but that all freezes when he pushes in. this is obviously way different from just his finger, stretching her out so much she didn't even think it was possible. she pulls her mouth away, gasping and trying not to clamp down too hard.]

Holy shit jesusfuckingchristoh god-

crying

[drought]

[ Once again he stops, this time his head hanging, eyes closed, teeth clenched. His hands close on the sheets of the bed, as if hoping that would help anchor him. He knew this wasn't going to be easy, and that she would bear the brunt of it, so he can't begrudge her. At the same time, he's just trying to catch his breath, fighting against another noise trying to escape his throat.

He carefully leans down, trying not to move too much, kissing her skin and feeling in control enough to make a soft, wordless sound of soothing. ]

Just tell me what you need.

i cant handle this i cant handle life

[pools]

You know what I - ahh... fuck - need.

[she can feel her muscles trembling a little, trying to accommodate, and it's raw and kind of painful but underneath all that is the fact that it's him. it's him and she knows if he could, he'd make it so she wouldn't have to feel pain. but she's told herself more than once that pain is just weakness leaving the body, and this is just another one of those times.

though not exactly, because she's starting to come to terms with the fact that Jori could really be her weakness. even if they're only doing it for the first time, it's still him and right at this moment she thinks she could love him.

it's dumb and stupid, and she's trying not to really look at him so he can't see her face. ]

I need you, okay? Just you.

i give up on ever knowing what's happening

[drought]

[ There. There it is, that something different he couldn't quite detect before. That time with Kris was basically a farewell, the accumulation of everything their relationship had been until that point. But this... this was something altogether different, and not just because they were in a bed instead of a hayloft. It was in Tia's question to him earlier - What else have you not told me? - because they're going past their usual boundaries, finding out new things. It's the newness that gets to him, and that one exchange in the car - fuck speed limits - because they may be rushing into this, jumping in feet first, but he's fine with that, he wants it. Even though he has no idea what exactly they're moving towards, he wants nothing else in this moment. ]

I can do that.

[ The strain in his voice is lessened slightly but by no means gone, but there is a warmth there that wasn't a moment ago. And slowly, carefully, he starts to move. ]

oh god if this doesnt make sense punt me k

[pools]

[she locks her ankles behind him when he moves, trying to keep her breathing in check and stifling the tiny pained gasps. she tells herself she wants this, she wants him, more than anything, and it scares her because the last time she wanted anything as much as this was years ago when she wanted to be a Guardian. she grips his arms tightly, pulling him closer even though it's too warm, too much, but she doesn't even care anymore because she'd rather go all the way or nowhere at all.

it feels good to have his arms around her, to be close enough to feel his heartbeat - it feels safe and secure, and if she tries, she can ignore the pain and the rawness. so she moves with him, lifting her hips in time with his.]