one holy sock (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
oneholysock) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
bakerstreet2024-11-10 08:23 pm
oneholysock) wrote in bakerstreet2024-11-10 08:23 pm
over a drink
The OVER A DRINK Meme
1. Post with your character.
2. You're at a bar. What kind of bar? Any kind you want. From fantasy taverns where various species mingle to futuristic space bars where half the drinks will probably kill you, or even an overly kitsch themed place where everything is overpriced, it's all good as long as there are drinks and company.
3. Respond to other characters. Perhaps you want to buy them a drink. Or perhaps you're inclined to be bought a drink. Maybe you saw someone you knew, or maybe you just want someone to talk to. Could be there's nowhere else to sit, and could be you want to drag them out to dance.
4. Get drunk. Or don't! Be the guest, or the bartender, or the newcomer, or even the janitor. Mingle, make friends, or lurk in a corner.
5. They say alcohol lowers one's inhibitions. Might just be time to find out how much.
no subject
[he echoes, trying to follow the trail of her thoughts and winding up lost. It's not even nearly the hour for--unless she means in several hours, together. It could be one of the most clever ways he's heard someone invite themselves to stay the night he's come across. If it is, the answer is easy.]
There's a lovely cafe Bellara and I found a few weeks back in Dock Town with an excellent view of the sea and a delightful bell pepper souffle. I'm also fond of Good Mourning, a few minutes outside of the Necropolis, despite the abysmal name. Its menu is extensive.
[As he speaks he gently gathers her hair to push it over one shoulder as best he can, enabling him to touch his cheek to hers. It's followed by a kiss to her shoulder, and another where shoulder meets the neck.
One of his favorite parts of sex is the aftermath, the winding down with gentle affection.]
Though neither will likely be open for several hours yet.
no subject
( it won’t be comfortable to stay like this for much longer — there’s a particular ache in her thighs and hips that’s satisfying now but is going to be a problem, later — but it’s hard to convince herself she needs to move with his hand on her stomach and his breath warming her skin. then again, as much fun as giving herself an imprint of his buckle was, this would probably be nicer if he were undressed enough she could feel all of his skin,
that’s a little more motivating. hypothetically. she hasn’t actually moved, yet. )
That’s the morning sorted, then.
no subject
Emmrich places one last kiss on her jawline before regretfully pulling back.]
Let's get up and clean, shall we?
[He moves with care, slipping out of her and guiding her to relax on the bed in a way that would not get the coverlet damp as he goes to retrieve a washcloth. A flick of his long-fingered hand puts ice in the clean wash basin, and a second melts it into warm water. There are enchantments that can do similar things just as quickly, but he enjoys showing a little flair.
Once the cloth is wet he returns to her side.]
May I?
[Emmrich's touch is gentle and certain. Sometimes he likes to linger over the task of clean up but this is still too uncertain and new a thing. Once finished, he removes his pants and smalls, wipes himself off, and puts all of it in the hamper before coming back to bed.]
How is the temperature? And do you need any extra blankets?
no subject
magic is a gift, whatever price they’ve all had to pay for it in their ways, through the years. gifts are meant to be enjoyed. and so are — she’s inclined to think — mages, )
You’re warm, ( she says, that thought in mind, reaching up for his hand to draw him down where she’s promptly crawled beneath his coverlet, occupying an honestly impressive amount of his bed for a person so slight. the hair is helping, but a general willingness to spread out less like a big spoon or little spoon and more like a spilled drawer of cutlery on a kitchen floor,
that’s doing a lot. )
I don’t need a blanket— come warm me.
( he is being a very good host, but she’s feeling extremely welcome and she’s inclined to make herself at home about it. )
no subject
And as a plus side, it means there's every excuse in the world to indulge in more physical contact. Emmrich gets under the coverlet as well and scoots in, fitting himself to her front as well as possible and tangling their legs together.]
When the solution is so elegantly simple, why not?
[He searches her eyes even as he tries not to. Her flirting has been deliberate for some time now, which means this could be the start of something he'd scarcely dared hope for. But she's also a consummate flirt. It's fine if this had been all she wanted, or so he tells himself, knowing he'll be disappointed if that's the case.
Maybe he should save the asking for tomorrow, over breakfast. Or he could ask without asking.]
If I'm everything you need, then I'm honored.
no subject
but it’s his bed that she’s made herself so at home in. him that she’s entangled with, presently, him looking at her soft as she so rarely is with all of her brassy edge. she draws her fingertips up the length of his arm, presses her thumb beneath his cheekbone, )
Emmrich, ( warmly, ) I can’t think of a single other thing I’d want.
( instinct, to finish that sentence right now and leave an anxious question mark over what she might want tomorrow,
but she bites it off. doesn’t. lets the statement stand, with a flourish, and leans up to press an affectionate kiss to his mouth; familiar, now, and not chaste exactly, but it isn’t heated with expectation, now or later. it’s just a kiss for the sake of how nice it is to kiss him. )
no subject
It matters. He believes her.
Emmrich kisses her back, slow and certain, holding her close. The world is in chaos, and somehow in the midst of it he's found something precious. When the kiss ends he pushes her hair out of her face and smiles.]
Wake me if you need anything, my dear, anything at all.
[It may well mean she gives in to her more... mischievous tendencies. She might wake him up because there aren't enough wisps in the room, or she has a question about the number of skulls he has in here, or many other reasons he would never conceptualize. But making the offer is worth it. He wants her to know that she's welcome and need never hesitate to bother him.
Still tangled with her, Emmrich begins to relax.]