Morning After Meme

[yohko]

MORNING AFTER MEME



Last
night was pretty wild, or maybe it wasn't. You have just woken up, but
you are not alone. Perhaps it is a stranger lying next to you, perhaps
it's someone you know. It might be your significant other, or a one
night stand. The fact remains that you are in bed together, naked and
something happened. 

HOW THIS WORKS; 

+ Comment with your character. Information and preferences best be included!
+ Someone replies. 
+ Shit may or may not hit the fan, that is entirely up to you. You might even want to go for round 2, round 3 etc. etc. 
+ Tag around!
+ Have fun and be excellent to each other!

Comments

Garrett Hawke | Dragon Age II | ota

[dragonfetish]

saw Hawke's journal and HAD to tag it, oh yes.

[willzapyou]

[Christine was not a morning person, not by a long shot. However, the ship for Antiva probably wouldn't wake, so she managed to swim up from oblivion--with a pounding headache, no less--and somehow, sit up and grope for her clothes.

Unfortunately, the first thing her searching hand encountered was not discarded clothing, but rather a fabric covered lump of something...solid. Oh, yes. That. Uncaring, she swatted it abruptly and licked still-dry lips.]

Wake up. I seem to have misplaced my clothing.

and here i am after weeks of scarce activity, jumping right into your arms again

[vishante]

[fenris isn't quite awake yet. the faint sound of steady drizzle teases his ears, his mind wrapped in a pleasant lull. his breath is even, soft and slow, his body enveloped in a kind of welcoming warmth he's never known. very distantly, he's aware that he's not alone. there's a presence beside him, so close, and instead of recoiling, he leans in, slightly, breathing in the musky scent of the man next to him.

hawke.

his skin tingles at the hazy memory of him, his heart full and heavy, and he sighs a content sigh, half-aware. he's never felt so peaceful. the fire crackling nearby vaguely reminds him of the night they have spent together, blurry and blissful images dancing in his still quiescent mind, and he hums around the ghost of a smile, his senses slowly awaking. he doesn't want to open his eyes just yet. instead he revels in the feel of their warm cocoon, one arm stuck under the pillow as his free hand twitches beside it, blindly seeking refuge. it is hawke's own hand he finds, a gentle brush of skins—one dainty finger tentatively curls around a larger one, and fenris sighs again, eyelashes lazily fluttering as he sleepily welcomes morning. it's a beautiful sight that graces his cloudy vision and he sucks in a breath, lungs constricted as if afraid it might vanish should he move. for one brief, groggy moment, he hopes to the maker that he isn't dreaming.]