The First Time Meme

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THE ❝FIRST TIME❞ MEME

RULES!  ♥ Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom. ♥ When replying, RNG for a number between 1 and 7. The number you get corresponds with the kind of "first time" sex you're having ♥ Go from there! The sky's the limit.

THE LIST!  01] Romantic | You waited and waited and waited for the right moment to take this final step with your partner, and it really paid off; neither of you can imagine this night (or day!) to be any better than it is right now.  02] The Only Time | You know somewhere in your heart that you won't be getting a second chance for this. The relationship is forbidden, or they're moving away, or you're moving away, or something is tearing this relationship apart, and that may be the last thing you want. 03] Set-Up | ... Oh. Well. Someone nudged you and this other person together, the one that you may have loved or hated or been friends with your entire life. It isn't completely by choice, but it doesn't sound like that bad of an idea... Or maybe it does. Who knows? 04] Experience Difference | One of you knows exactly what to do, and the other doesn't! Maybe they're just a natural at this kind of thing... or maybe there's a thing or two they haven't told you yet. 05] Hesitant | One (or both) of you aren't quite sure if you're ready for this next big step... at the same time, you want this to happen, though the thought makes butterflies flutter around in the pit of your stomach. 06] Awkward | It feels like everything that can go wrong does go wrong. Relax? You can't relax! This is s-s-s-s-sex-- oh, boy, there's another mistake. 07] Wildcard | This is the "other" option. Choose any of the above or create your own! [credit goes to connikebox]

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nike crawford marine ♫ original ♫ f/m

[nottheshoe]

no fucks given @ 2

[coconutandmetal]

Politics, why, why was it always politics? First the suit, then the Avengers, now this. He rued the day he ever was nice to this senator or that congressman, because in the end, they just wanted to make sure he couldn't play with his big boy toys.

Well, now it was personal. Relations were strained; secrets were out. He was breaking at least ten laws and violating at least three rules of his probation but fuck if he was going to be told no by someone he nearly died to protect. Going on his age, he thought he was past the time of showing up on roofs and tossing pebbles at windows----or flying right up to them, but apparently he isn't.

A quick text should be enough.

are you awake

You give me all your fucks.

[nottheshoe]

She squinted under her covers at the cellphone screen. Jesus christ what time was it? She's ready to yell at someone when she sees WHO the text is from.


Oh.

Well.

She'll humor him with an answer.

i am now. whats up?

ALL OF THEM

[coconutandmetal]

check your window

He's sure to be yelled at now, but hey. Better than not see her at all. Besides, she was cute when she was mad.

[nottheshoe]

....


No way. He's fucking with her. She rolls out of bed, nearly taking all the sheets with her, nearly tripping on to the floor.


A hop, skip, and a step over to her window confirms that... nope. He's not fucking with her. There he is.

...She'll ask him how the fuck he managed to get by security later--

She pushes open the glass panes and leans over looking down on him on the lawn.

"...So where's th'boombox?"

She still can't believe he's here.

[coconutandmetal]

"I can sing Journey for you if you want, but I might wake somebody up."

He sort of shrugs. He's Tony Stark. You don't ask questions like that, that's like asking why Batman had the Batmobile made black.

"I don't need one to get in, do I?"

[nottheshoe]

"No, I guess not." She sort of leans against the frame and just cocks an eyebrow down at him, "But I hope those arms of yours are good for somethin' besides eye candy. 'Cause I ain't haulin' you up."


She will be producing a rope though-- magic, but one he can use to scale the relatively short distance to her second story room.

[coconutandmetal]

His eyebrow creases with an almost 'you're serious'.

WELL. He didn't think this was going to be easy in the first place. Engines, four hundred pound suit---he didn't fail gym class right? Right.

He grins and bears it, like a champ, classy suit and all. Never said he couldn't dress for the lack of occasion, but hey---he felt like it.

[nottheshoe]

She'll give you a hand up once you reach the top, firm solid as she hauls you up and over.

"Looks like all that workin' out paid off, iron-butt," Still got the sass as she's helping him steady himself on the ground. "And I'm sorry t'say I'm not dressed up for the occasion, whatever it is."

Definitely not. She's in night clothes, in this case shorts and a lacy nightie that is reserved for the colder nights which are beginning to creep up in the palace.

[coconutandmetal]

"What working out?" He does sound a little winded, but a moment and he's alright. Don't mind him and his subtle elevator stare.

"Well, half an occasion anyways." How was he supposed to put this lightly?

"I'm sorta kinda under a court order not to leave the country. As of six weeks ago." He clears his throat as though it's not a huge deal. It really isn't.

"And I wanted to make sure I saw you to tell you."

[nottheshoe]

Oh, yeah. She saw and felt that stare Tony. Don't mind her as she just puts her hands on her hips and leans forward a bit.

"....So instead of callin' me, you just ended up breakin' the law t'tell me about the law that prevents you from seein' me." She gives herself a moment to think on that, and then with a shrug, "I guess it makes sense."

And she's not going to deny you any longer. See that? She's hugging you now Tony. You know you wanted to.

"How long is it gonna be?"

[coconutandmetal]

Oh, that's a hug. He sort of forgot about the whole actual wanting to show up unannounced reasoning in lieu of the more logical and less affectionate reason he was here.

His tone takes a dip as he returns that hug, a little...a lot hesitant to let her go.

"Indefinite. For now. I don't think they really appreciated my reasoning."

[nottheshoe]

She snorts, pulling him close.

"And they're just now figurin' that out?" She starts walking them backwards, to the bed. She'd rather be lying down than standing up and having this conversation, "So is it th'government or just ol' one eye?"



Though... she has a feeling that it's more than likely going to be both.

[coconutandmetal]

Another deep sigh confirms her suspicion. He's all but forgotten his ulterior motive.

"Both. They've got Fury's arm twisted behind his back. He would be all for doing you a solid, but he's looking at decommission if he finds out I'm here."

He slips out of his shoes to avoid getting anything there on the carpet then sheets, but he seems----rather resigned. Perhaps because he was there already, but even then some. He was already dreading when he'd have to leave.

[nottheshoe]

She fluffs up the pillows and sheets around him, draping her form on top of him as he lies down. Not giving up contact quite yet.

"It hasn't stopped us before." Nike had a lot of tricks up her sleeves, she wasn't entirely worried. Not yet at least. "And you're here now."

[coconutandmetal]

Well, she had a point. And what's up with the five star service, here? He's going to take advantage of that, wrapping his arms around her and keeping her close.

"Well no, not yet. I don't know how many times I can get away with it though."

[nottheshoe]

She treats her people well dude. Deal. Besides, she did just make you scale the side of her palace.... though she wonder who really is the princess in need of a knight here.

"I'm sorry. I thought I was talkin' t'Tony Stark." Her eyebrows lift and she presses her face into the collar of his shirt. She did understand their time would be limited from here until further notice, she wanted to take advantage of the fact that he was here.

[coconutandmetal]

"You--" he mirrors that eyebrow as he steals a glance downwards at her.

"You know what I mean." Limited was an understatement; he had to avoid Fury getting picked off too; no Fury, no Avengers, no suit, no Ironman.
He'd never admit it, but the team was the best thing that could've happened to him regarding the Senate's need to classify him as a weapon. But details, shmeetails; they still weren't not going to piss on his parade by their little court order stunt.

He cocks his head to plant a peck on her forehead, hand following up through her hair.

"So when it's repealed, what do you wanna do first?"

[nottheshoe]

A soft giggle. "Sex on top of the capitol building?"














Yep.

[coconutandmetal]

"Are you always this devious and I've just been missing it?" He's not exactly liking the idea, given that she's being serious about it.

"I don't think a public citation is what we need." Point. "And I'm sure that place is littered with cameras after the whole....incident."

[nottheshoe]

Hey, she wasn't being entirely serious. SHE JUST WANTS YOU TO LAUGH OKAY.

"I was playin' around, Tony." She pouts up at him, "What's got y'so wired up anyway. Besides th'new restrictions."

Because he's acting like there's something else.