bakerstreet | The Morning After Meme

the morning after

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→ PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND HIT UP RNG (01-10), OR CHOOSE A SCENE OF YOUR OWN.
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( keep in mind that sexual scenarios are the basis of this meme! please enter with caution )
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① BREAKFAST IN BED;

your partner is up and about -- maybe dressed, maybe not -- and in the kitchen. what are they making you? could it be... grilled cheese?
② HIT ME BABY;

they're such a peaceful sleeper. a peaceful, sexy sleeper. actually there's too much of that sleeping happening. why don't you wake the up, world's kindest alarm?

③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED;

you wake up to find they're rummaging about for their clothes, about to leave. why the rush, can't you convince them to stay?

④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER;

and the evening, maybe even the morning after after... hours have passed but you just can't leave each other! or maybe one of you just won't...

⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL;

there's a tiger in the closet, a baby in the bathroom, and a total stranger curled up beside you. who is this person beside you, smelling of tequila and regret? do they know any more about what, or who, went down than you do?

⑥ WET AND WILD;

don't feel too lonely waking up by yourself -- the shower's on and the sound of water falling is mighty inviting. why don't you get cleaned up -- or down and dirty all over again?

⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE;

sleep? what is this sleep thing you speak of? dawn's breaking and neither of you have gotten a wink, or want one. who's ready for round xxx?

⑧ A BITTER PILL;

turns out the reason you scored wasn't your sparkling wit and magnetic confidence. your partner had an ulterior motive -- they already knew it and you're about to. recon? revenge? rebound? tag and find out, if you can handle the truth!

⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE;

that sleepy person in your living room had a great night -- with your roommate. well, might as well get to know each other while you're both there, right? ... right?

⑩ WILD CARD;

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[M/M and M/F both welcome]

[Whoever said that work and play should never mix clearly has never worked as a spy. Granted, sometimes what may seem like play is still definitely work, but there are many instances in which Liselle, codename Velvet, is happier to have the mission that involves walking through the front door dressed to the nines to seduce the rich billionaire instead of tramping through sewers to an ignored back entrance in hopes that there aren't guard dogs waiting there.

The previous evening's mission had been one of the former. She arrived at a charity function, dressed up enough to catch the eyes of some, but not in anything approaching memorable. The color was one she knew appealed to her mark, a portly American politician who was currently being investigated for selling secrets at events just like this. He approached her, and with a winning smile (and dimples that made the man melt) she pretended to be entertained by his stories, enough to get close to steal the flash drive out of his inside jacket pocket.

When Tony Stark had drawn near, it hadn't been difficult to catch his attention. A laugh just a little too loud. A toss of her hair just a little too exaggerated to catch anyone's eye in their peripheral view. Getting him to come her way had been a piece of cake, and with his attention it was easy enough to give her mark the impression that she would gladly spend time in the company of the billionaire superhero instead of anyone else.

She could have made up an excuse to leave him eventually, but an almost insatiable curiosity about what it might be like at his place led her to accept a ride back. One thing led to another and...well, she woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom, sprawled on her stomach with her head resting at the foot of the bed.

That was new.]

[So Tony, being who he is, has-- kind of a reputation. Of the 'banging anything that'll hold still long enough' variety. Even he doesn't have the audacity to claim it's not justified, but the thing is, for the last few years at least it's been a reputation sustained solely by gossip rags and bored tabloid reporters trying to justify their expenses. What can he say. He's been busy nearly getting himself killed every couple of months.

But he's not the sort to say no to a good thing when it comes his way. Especially when what would until recently have been his main reason for backing out - a blue, glowing reason embedded in his chest - has been surgically excised. Metaphorically and literally.

The marks it left are still there of course, a tattered, ragged mess of scar tissue centred around the smooth depression where it used to sit. But they were never the issue. After everything - after Obie, the bastard - he couldn't have dealt with anyone he didn't trust touching the arc reactor. This is-- well, it wasn't exactly the point, but it's kinda nice to have this back.

He stirs slowly at first, making a muffled, unintelligible noise into the pillow as he begins to roll over. And then comes the moment in which he realizes that he's not alone. It's a subtle thing from the outside, really; he goes still, body language switching in an instant from sleepy and unguarded to-- careful. It takes the space of a few heartbeats for memories of the previous night to settle into place, and as they do, he relaxes again. Tension uncoiling, he completes the motion, rolling onto his back and rubbing his hands over his face]

So. That happened.

[Liselle hears him before she sees him. Well. His face anyway.]

Yes, it did. Your observational skills are sharp aren't they?

[She leans up and flashes him a teasing smile, complete with the dimples she's so well known for. Her hair is tousled but in a sexy morning-after sort of way instead of a "dear god what did I do last night I'm so hung over" sort of way that seems to happen more often when she lets Kheldar pick the bars they go to between missions.

Carefully, she props herself up on her elbows, and when it's clear that her head isn't swimming, she dives back under the covers so that she's laying on it right-side-up once more.]

Is it a problem that it happened?

[She knows enough about him to know that there's always women in his life. Sometimes the rumors state that it's just a woman at the moment, but she's never gotten it entirely straight whether it's romance or strictly business between them.]

[He stretches lazily and settles back into the tangled sheets again, arms folded behind his head, sprawled out with the easy unselfconsciousness of someone entirely comfortable in their own skin. He grins]

Hell no.

[In fact that's pretty much the definition of the exact opposite of a problem. She'll definitely be getting no complaints from him. He considers it a point of pride that he's never woken up next to anyone and in the cold light of day had no idea what the hell he was thinking last night. Given that it has been a while, he's pleased to find that he still can't fault drunk Tony's taste; she makes a rather appealing sight.

[Liselle yawns, carefully turning her head away so as to not force him to deal with her morning breath, and then stretches her arms above her head with a contented sigh. The covers slip down her front slightly but she doesn't seem to mind because really, it's not as if he hadn't seen it all the night before.]

Excellent. Nothing ruins a perfectly good time like one party being wracked with guilt or regrets the next morning.

[She supposes she ought to consider getting up and going soon, but curiosity compels her to stay longer. Perhaps, if she's lucky, she can convince him to give her a tour of his workshop. The house is no doubt beautiful but places like this can be a dime a dozen. Where he works is bound to be far more fascinating.]

I don't know about you, but I've never been great at the whole 'regret' thing.

[Now guilt on the other hand, that one he's well acquainted with. But not over something like this. Not over a little harmless fun between two adults who knew what they were getting into. There's no point in making anything complicated when it doesn't have to be.

Stifling a yawn in the back of his hand, he sits up, scratches absently at the scruff along his jawline, and swings his legs off the side of the bed. He stretches again, giving a satisfied sort of grunt when his shoulder cracks loudly, and stands]

Shower's through there, if you want [Said with a vague gesture toward a door tucked away in one corner of the room as he turns, still unabashedly naked and considering her with a sort of idle appreciation] Coffee?

[Liselle glances over as he begins slowly making his way out of bed. Her look is obviously curious, with her own measure of appreciation that intensifies slightly as he stands. For all that he drinks and parties, the man is certainly fit.]

Please, with cream.

[She gets up to stand next, as at ease in her own nudity as he is. It shows in the way her hips seem to swing as she makes her way toward the bathroom. However, she pauses at the door turn around eyebrow raised.]

Would it be in my best interests to make my shower a timely one?

[If not, she'll take her time and see if she can snag an invitation to see more of his place. Which, really, she'd like to do. Curiosity runs high in her breed, so to speak, and an opportunity to scope out Iron Man's place of residence is not one she'll pass up, even if it isn't directly relevant to any of her current missions.]

The Morning After Meme

Tony Stark | MCU | OTA

this is a terrible idea and I blame you

I am so happy to accept the blame for this

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