the random icon meme

[nemuri]

 the random icon meme

1. comment with your character with character name and canon in the subject line. click random icon-- that icon will be your writing/scenario prompt!
2. taggers reply by also hitting random icon, and coming up with a response for that icon. try not to change the icons!
3. remember, your icons are the tag prompts!
4. rinse and repeat, be one with the madness  :)

Comments

[formersurgeon]

Of course you are. Let me save you the trouble. Where do you want me to kiss you?

[attic_theory]

[He sits up enough to trail love bites along her jaw.]

Use your imagination Watson.

[formersurgeon]

[She shivers at those bites, then moves to kiss along the side of his neck, biting gently.]

[attic_theory]

[He hummed his appreciation and lets his hands slide down her sides.]

[formersurgeon]

[She sits up and pulls her shirt off, dropping it onto the floor before leaning down again to trail more kisses and bites along his shoulder, careful to avoid any bruises.]

[attic_theory]

[He rubs his stubble against her neck, leaving trails of red against her skin.]

[formersurgeon]

[She laughs quietly, and bites harder.]

[attic_theory]

[He loves her laugh. It just encourages him to tickle her sides to hear it again.]

[formersurgeon]

[She flinches away and laughs out loud, then grabs his wrists and forces them down on the mattress above his head. She's straddling his chest and looking down at him, face close to his.]

Bad boy.

[attic_theory]

[He doesn't look the least bit repentant about her catching him. He stretches out underneath her, smirking.]

Yes, dear?

[formersurgeon]

You were arrested. I assume you were handcuffed. Do you really want me to handcuff you again?

[attic_theory]

If your laugh wasn't so appealing I would behave myself.

[formersurgeon]

So it's my fault.

[attic_theory]

And my lack of self control.

[formersurgeon]

Clearly you need me to control you.

[attic_theory]

Joan, I simply need you.

[formersurgeon]

Mmm.

[She kisses him gently. She needs him, too, but she's not going to say that right now. She will correct him, though.]

Watson.

[attic_theory]

My Watson.

[He usually saves her name for important occasions. She is usually Watson to him.]

[formersurgeon]

[She appreciates that, but still prefers he call her Watson. That's his, and no one else.]

Yours. Completely.

[She kisses him, then lets go of his wrists to pull back and climb off the bed.]

Stay.

[attic_theory]

Yes, dear.

[He settles in to let her have her way with him. That's what they seem to enjoy best.]

[formersurgeon]

[She goes to the foot of the bed, and leans over to grip the bottom of his boxers. She pulls them down slowly, drops them on the floor, and runs her hands up the inside of his thighs.]

Going to be downtown most of the day, fyi.

[attic_theory]

[He flexes his fingers as he watches her. He's staying still otherwise. He knows now not to test her when she's in charge.]

Cool! I miss it.

[formersurgeon]

[She runs her hands back down the insides of his thighs, the inside of his calves. Once she reaches his feet, she takes the right one, and brushes her fingertips along the sole.]

[attic_theory]

[He breaks out in goosebumps at the teasing touch and it takes all his willpower not to twitch and laugh. She's tickling him on purpose. He knows it.]

[formersurgeon]

[She is. She's also testing to see if he can hold still. Because it would really suck to get kicked in the face.

Satisfied, she bends down, and begins kissing the sole of that foot.]