A little less conversation, a little more mid-fuck, please.

[meme_maid]

Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip the conversation and go straight for the scenario you've always wanted to experience?

In that case, rejoice! This meme was made for you.

THE RULES:

1. Post with your character in the middle of having sex.
2. Any scenario and level of description is allowed!
3. Other characters reply as your character's partner in that fuck!
4. Keep going and finish the act.
5. Go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
6. Have fun!

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[sorcerer_supreme]

[OOC: Let me know if this needs tweaking!]

When the search for a way to restore his damaged hands and along with them, his career, entered the realm of mystical knowledge, Stephen Strange had expected to do a lot of reading. He foresaw many long nights poring over ancient volumes written in forgotten languages, just like the movies.

With books, of course, came librarians. But he hadn't remotely expected a librarian like Evie. She was beautiful, brilliant, and more of a help than he could have ever dreamed. Pleasantries had turned to chatting, and then to flirting, and then to dinner, and then...

Well, that led to this moment, with the two if them in the bed in Stephen's Manhattan apartment, with his body rocking against hers, Evie's heat sheathing him as he stroked within her. Stephen kissed her and sighed her name.

[nascensibility]

Languages were forgotten by other people, but certainly not by Classicists with a proficiency in linguistics. When initially approached to assist in research of an esoteric nature she had her reservations, of course - most people didn't come into the stacks looking for archaic knowledge on questionable subjects. Imagine her utter surprise, then, when a tall man with curious interests began inquiring about their antique books in the special collections library.

That was many afternoons ago now, when their frequent interactions were much more platonic, much less charged with...whatever the Hell this was, when she broke her own rule about going out on dates and caved to a charming proposition. Evelyn might have predicted that dinner (and alcohol) would lead to her current position beneath him, rolling her hips up into each thrust and greedily shoving her hands into his hair, but being a scholar didn't make one a fortuneteller.

"Stephen," she murmured breathlessly in return, considerably less patient in nature and dragging her teeth over his lip. The entire trip up to his flat had been an exercise in self-control, and even then she hadn't quite had it in her to wait, clothing scattered hither and yon in the apartment.

[sorcerer_supreme]

A scholar and man of science himself, Stephen should have realized that with the near constant surprises that Evie had presented him with since their first meeting that her turning out to be a veritable wildcat in bed should not have surprised him either.

It was, however, a most welcome discovery. With the frenzy of their disrobing and that nip, Stephen dedicated himself to at minimum matching her intensity, if not surpassing it.

He kissed her hungrily. When he stopped for breath, it was with a wolfish smile. "More?" Without waiting for a response he began to move faster, pressing his hips hard against her, the bed creaking in protest with the increased movement.