The Morning After Meme (Expanded)

[bottecellie]

the morning after ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme → COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE. → PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND HIT UP RNG (01-10), OR CHOOSE A SCENE OF YOUR OWN. → PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the scenarios ① BREAKFAST IN BED: YOUR PARTNER'S UP AND ABOUT -- MAYBE DRESSED, MAYBE NOT -- AND IN THE KITCHEN. WHAT ARE THEY MAKING YOU? COULD IT BE... GRILLED CHEESE? ② HIT ME BABY: THEY'RE SUCH A PEACEFUL SLEEPER. A PEACEFUL, SEXY SLEEPER. ACTUALLY THERE'S TOO MUCH OF THAT SLEEPING HAPPENING. WHY DON'T YOU WAKE THEM UP, WORLD'S KINDEST ALARM? ③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED: YOU WAKE UP TO FIND THEY'RE RUMMAGING ABOUT FOR THEIR CLOTHES, ABOUT TO LEAVE. WHY THE RUSH, AND CAN YOU CONVINCE THEM TO STAY? ④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER: AND THE EVENING, MAYBE EVEN THE MORNING AFTER AFTER... HOURS HAVE PASSED BUT YOU JUST CAN'T LEAVE EACH OTHER! OR MAYBE ONE OF YOU JUST WON'T... ⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL: THERE'S A TIGER IN THE CLOSET, A BABY IN THE BATHROOM, AND A TOTAL STRANGER CURLED UP BESIDE YOU. WHO IS THIS PERSON BESIDE YOU SMELLING OF TEQUILA AND REGRET? DO THEY KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT WHAT, OR WHO, WENT DOWN THAN YOU DO? ⑥ WET AND WILD: DON'T FEEL TOO LONELY WAKING UP BY YOURSELF -- THE SHOWER'S ON AND THE SOUND OF WATER FALLING IS MIGHTY INVITING. WHY DON'T YOU GET CLEANED UP -- OR DOWN AND DIRTY ALL OVER AGAIN? ⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE: SLEEP? WHAT IS THIS SLEEP THING YOU SPEAK OF? DAWN'S BREAKING AND NEITHER OF YOU HAVE GOTTEN A WINK, OR WANT ONE. WHO'S READY FOR ROUND asjldkjl? ⑧ A BITTER PILL: TURNS OUT THE REASON YOU SCORED WASN'T YOUR SPARKLING WIT AND MAGNETIC CONFIDENCE. YOUR PARTNER HAD AN ULTERIOR MOTIVE -- THEY ALREADY KNEW IT, AND YOU'RE ABOUT TO. RECON? REVENGE? REBOUND? TAG AND FIND OUT, IF YOU CAN HANDLE THE TRUTH! ⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE: THAT SLEEPY PERSON IN YOUR LIVING ROOM HAD A GREAT NIGHT -- WITH YOUR ROOMMATE. WELL, MIGHT AS WELL GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER WHILE YOU'RE BOTH THERE, RIGHT? ... RIGHT? ⑩ WILD CARD: ROLL MORE THAN ONCE AND COMBINE SCENARIOS, CHOOSE YOUR FAVOURITE, OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN! Stolen from here.

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[notourist]

[ Vividly. ]

It is no trouble. [ Getting out of bed carefully but confidently. He's kept himself in good shape, but he's not as young as he used to be and nights like the last do take their toll. Still, he is not body-shy. ]

[boutant]

[ He has no reason to be body-shy, which Ariadne can now attest to with detail. Luckily her nails are short, otherwise there might be some scratches down his back that need to heal -- that she remembers.

She does, of course, have more questions, but she's not going to interrupt him if he's calling for breakfast. Instead, she shifts in bed, drawing her legs up with a slight wince. At least the sheets are nice... ]

[notourist]

[ Of course the sheets are nice. Saito's hotels are all high-quality, and any suite he sleeps in is of the highest standard.

Stretching slightly while walking to the phone on the desk. ] What would you like? Continental or English breakfast?

[boutant]

[ She's not surprised by that at all, at least not compared to everything else there is for her to be surprised by right now.

Or for her to stare at, for that matter. Good lord. ] Continental's fine.

[notourist]

Of course. [ Ordering continental breakfast for both of them, and also a miso soup for himself. It'll help him hydrate after the night.

Turning around to her, still naked. Their clothes are scattered throughout the room, with the majority of them near the door where he remembers pressing her into the wall. ] Would you like a shower?

[boutant]

[ The more she looks around, the more she seems to remember. It's still only fragments though, disjointed, more sensation half the time than actual memory. It's irritating. ]

A shower would be great. [ So would a glass of water, while she's thinking about it. It's her turn to slip out of bed, the sheets left behind. ]

[notourist]

[ Saito makes no effort to hide the way his eyes glide over her body. He noticed her looking, after all.

Offering a half-smile. ] Would you prefer to take it alone?

[boutant]

[ Oh. Well.

She probably shouldn't, should probably leave it as what it is... but she doesn't want to, young as she is, curious as she is about what happened last night. Ariadne smiles slightly, brushing some hair out of her face before pausing in the doorway to the bathroom. ] Not necessarily. [ And then she slips inside, leaving the door open behind her. Your move, Saito. ]

[notourist]

[ That is more than enough invitation for Saito. Following her inside and closing the bathroom door behind him. ]

[boutant]

[ There are no clothes to take off, so she heads right over to the shower, turning it on to let the water warm up. It's a nice bathroom, too. ]

[notourist]

[ Once the water is warm, Saito steps into the shower, leaving enough space for her to stand under the stream. ]

[boutant]

[ It's not as though she takes up a lot of space to begin with. Still, Ariadne appreciates it; the water feels wonderful, and it's enough to get a slight groan out of her. ]

[notourist]

[ That groan tests his patience. Still, Saito gives her a moment before he moves closer, brushing one hand against her hip and up her side. ]

[boutant]

[ There's another sensation of memory there; his touch, at least, is familiar, though the pressure is different. Ariadne leans into him slightly before mimicking him. He has the advantage, for now, in that he remembers the night before more clearly. ]

[notourist]

[ That is permission enough for Saito to tilt her head up with his other hand, kissing her and fitting their bodies together. ]

[boutant]

[ Her other hand slides around to his back while she returns the kiss, pressing closer. ]

[notourist]

[ Tangling the fingers of one hand in her hair, the other wandering over her body, exploring freely, dipping here and pressing there, mapping her out mouth like he did last night. ]

[boutant]

[ She'd love to slide her fingers in his hair, but there's so much skin for her to explore now that she'll be able to remember doing so. Her hands slide up his back and down his sides before coming around to squeeze his ass while Ariadne grins into the kiss. ]

[notourist]

[ It is a pleasure to discover that she is just as forward now as she was last night. They're in no hurry— his staff is not only trained to be discrete but they'll also leave the breakfast in front of their door, kept warm and waiting for them — so his movements are languid, fingers barely brushing over skin, teasing, when he circles one breast before cupping it. ]

[boutant]

[ She may look innocent, with her round face and large brown eyes, but Saito of all people should know that she's anything but. She knows, intellectually, that if she brought her fingers around to his chest, there would be no scar from a bullet taken in a taxi -- but she also remembers putting pressure there. The Fischer job was a trial by fire, a time where fast movements counted. This isn't the Fischer job -- isn't, she hopes, a dream, and she'll have to check when they get out of the shower but for now she's enjoying this, groaning slightly as he teases her and she kneads him. ]

[notourist]

[ Saito certainly knows that none of the individuals in the team he hired — least of all himself, though he is not quite included in that definition — are innocent, but with her the divide between knowledge and impression is the most jarring.

While there isn't a scar where he took the bullet in the dream, there are some others scattered over his body. She is welcome to explore them all. ]

[boutant]

[ Exploration is a task that Ariadne takes naturally to, and she pulls away from his mouth to begin. Hands slide up his back again while her lips brush against his chest. She can't yet tell what might have caused these scars; it's a skill she might pick up in time, but for now, she's content to kiss and lick at them, fingers searching others out on his back and sides.

As for herself, youth and a fairly safe life until meeting Dominick Cobb and his team mean that her skin is soft and fairly unblemished, save for any marks Saito himself left the night before. ]

[notourist]

[ Saito enjoys remapping the paths he discovered last night, fingers brushing over the few bruises that he's sucked into her skin, just enough pressure to serve as a reminder without hurting. Perhaps it will refresh her memory.

For the most part, he is content to let her do as she wants, offering sounds of encouragement and pleasure and giving her the space for her own explorations, but that doesn't keep him from touching any part in easy reach, whether to press his lips against her neck or to run fingers up her thighs. ]

[boutant]

[ She is, typically, somewhat quiet in bed; she's certainly not a screamer, though she does assume that she might have been a bit louder than usual last night. The pressure on her bruises has her making breathy noises against his skin, while lips on her neck have her groaning a little louder.

A tile floor, no matter how nice the bathroom, is still a tile floor -- but Ariadne is young, and so there's little to no thought about her knees as she sinks down onto it, hands sliding along his thighs. She leans in to taste him a moment later; she has no intention of finishing the shower like this, but she's fairly certain she didn't do this last night. ]

[notourist]

[ She may not be a screamer — and Saito's eardrums thank her for that — but he enjoys each reaction, revels in illiciting those groans and noises, however soft. That they are not given in abundance only makes them that much more compelling.

Saito's head falls back in a long, drawn-out groan of his own; cupping the back of her head with one hand, though there is no pressure. He doesn't want to push her, he simply enjoys having a connection. ]