little sunshine

[sarafina]

bedroom nicknames another meme for calling out your muses...

Lots of people enjoy a sexy, kinky name in bed. It's fine! Totally fine! It's not like this is going to be used as a source of shame or anything, right..? how to play Comment with your character, and what they liked to be called during sex. This could be something as simple as their name, or something more embarrassing. Some people liked to be called mommy, or baby girl, or pussy destroyer, and we need to make room for them, too! Make fun of others. Now that you know their secret word, how will you choose to wield it?

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[imperfectsoldier]

Not in this one. I don't really have sex - by choice - but I've got more than some experience with kink.

Different arena.

[tunnelled]

Well, now I feel new. You'd have to explain that to me. I've never parted the two. All of it has come from sex or led to sex.

[imperfectsoldier]

My sex drive goes on vacation, a lot, and has been there for a long time. My drive to help other people doesn't. Sometimes being helpful looks... unconventional, I guess.

[tunnelled]

That's pleasure enough for you? Helping.

[imperfectsoldier]

Every time.

[tunnelled]

I try to fuck strategically and unselfishly — but I like fucking, so my motives are never as pure as I'd have hoped.

[imperfectsoldier]

It sex supposed to have a motive beyond enjoyment for everybody involved? Or are you talking motives past that?

[tunnelled]

No, you're right. It isn't supposed to.

[imperfectsoldier]

So what did you mean by your motives not being as pure as you'd like?

[tunnelled]

Espionage, for one, which I'm not much good at.

[imperfectsoldier]

That sounds miserable on every level.

[tunnelled]

You never know. It might help someone.

[imperfectsoldier]

Everybody's got a line on how far they'll go. That one's over mine.

[tunnelled]

Wise place to draw it.

[imperfectsoldier]

So where's yours?

[tunnelled]

When you set up a line and defend it, there's something past that point. Territory you don't want to give up.

There are no sacred parts of me. All I am is what I can achieve.

[imperfectsoldier]

That's not why I have lines.

[tunnelled]

Tell me.

[imperfectsoldier]

I dunno if I can.

Guess it's mostly just that it's not so much that something's past the lines I'm trying to keep back, much less consider sacred; I'm already about 90 percent image. More that the lines are around shit that turn me into somebody I don't wanna live with.

Or can't.

[tunnelled]

[Deserving of the pause it gets and the thought it merits.]

Well said.

[He means that. For someone who wasn't sure he could, Steve made himself abundantly clear.]

Who is all the image for?

[imperfectsoldier]

What was your position when you were enlisted? Job, rank, or both?

historically inaccurate show btw

[tunnelled]

[He gathers this wouldn't be asked for no reason. Curious to think how it might relate to the question that's still on the table.]

Infantry. Birmingham Rifles, Royal Warwickshire Regiment. [He volunteered with a pals battalion calling themselves the Small Heath Rifles, however pals battalions proved to be something of a failed experiment at the Somme.

Since they're no longer obliged to describe their most crippling fears, he'll leave out the part Steve already knows: sapping with the 179th.]

Company sergeant major.

[imperfectsoldier]

[ There's a flash of a quick smile.] How much do you think the guys under you would trust you with cracks showing? Image serves a purpose. Especially when the image is strong enough and there's not a whole hell of a lot under it.

[tunnelled]

[It is a state of mind and mode of being. Some men still call him sergeant major when he slips into it. He listens, nods.]

I'm grateful for what the army gave me. I wouldn't be where I am. I wouldn't have what I have, [would've stayed poor as a church mouse, most likely shovelling shit all day,] but it takes as well as gives.

[He recalls, last they spoke, how drily Steve quoted Chaplin; the notion of soldiers as slaves. As an NCO, Tommy has mixed feelings about officers. Steve would be blameless if a top secret military experiment should happen to come with commissioned rank.]

The boys did see me weak. Saw me vomit when the whistle blew.

[Although he can't be accused of going around helping people selflessly, he has taken charge of morale. He's tactile when he feels a kinship. He steps right past the common sense boundary of personal space. His hands come to rest on Steve's arms, either side. He leans closer than he has any right to, looking up at him, resolute in a style that still permits vulnerability.]

There's plenty under the image, Steve. If it were hollow, it'd just cave in.

[imperfectsoldier]

[ Steve actively enjoys being touched, but there's a second where Shelby's moving into his space where he pauses and tilts his head just slightly, watches and waits. The expression's not cold enough to be called assessing, it sure as shit doesn't qualify as calculating. It's just waiting and seeing where it goes.

Turns out, the only place it's going is being what it is. Hands on his arms and somebody well within his personal space bubble. The 'watchful' element there fades, leaves just warmth and Steve smiles.]

Fair enough. Let's go with the image having a life of it's own and it not always being entirely representative of mine. That work?