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]

[ 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. ]

[boutant]

[ The water is still falling, and were they doing this elsewhere, she might have a passing worry about whether it'll stay warm. Instead, she's able to enjoy it; the steam, the hand in her hair, the way the water runs down her back as she leans in to take more of him into her mouth.

Her hands don't stay idle, one shifting to rest on his hip, fingers stroking at his cheek, while the other moves to help her mouth cover him. She's working slowly for now, brown eyes flicking up to see his face. ]

[notourist]

[ The expressions on Saito's face shift — one moment he has his eyes closed, clearly lost in the pleasure that is the wet heat of her mouth surrounding him, then again looking down to watch her mouth lips work around him. He's breathing harder now, the occasional moan slipping out.

Shifting his hand to her jaw instead, thumb just barely brushing the corner of his mouth. He leaves it there. ]

[boutant]

[ She's not going to lie and say that watching a man like Saito, a man with power and money and control over just about every aspect of his life, start to come undone because of her isn't a turn-on. She likes watching him lose himself, knowing that she's a part of it (even if it might not specifically be because it's her and instead be because it's something hot and wet around his cock).

When his hand stays on her jaw, Ariadne shifts back, releasing him with her mouth to lap at his thumb instead. Her hand stays circled around him, slowly stroking, while her eyes remain fixed on his face. ]

[notourist]

[ In this case, Saito is very willing to give up some of the control with which he always carries himself for pleasure; made easier by the fact that they have done this before, even if she doesn't remember it, and more so by the fact that he likes her — trusts her, even, perhaps, in as far as he trusts anybody, particularly someone he knows is involved in things that are not strictly speaking legal.

Besides: he may be coming undone, but even that is his choice, within his control. ]

Come up here. [ His voice is strained, slightly rough, and he does not attempt to hide it from her, choosing instead to let her hear how much she — her actions— affect him. ]

[boutant]

[ Being involved in things that are not, strictly speaking, legal is far different from being an expert at them. Ariadne still has learning to do; things like "not getting drunk and sleeping with (former) clients" is probably something that Arthur, at least, would warn against. Still, she likes Saito as well, trusts him in the way you can only trust someone you've been with through a life-or-death (in a sense) experience with. She's had his blood on her hands before, but not because she's the one who hurt him.

There's a groan around the tip of his thumb from the sound of his voice before Ariadne complies, releasing him in order to shift to her feet. She doesn't move closer right away, tongue wetting her lips instead. ]

[notourist]

[ Saito brings his other hand to her hip again, pulling her closer, close enough that he's pressed against her stomach, that with some shifting, he could push inside of her.

Dragging his thumb slowly over her lower lip. ] What would you like better. Shall we continue this here, or should I take you to bed, remind you of what you've forgotten of last night?

[boutant]

[ What would she like better? Both of them sound great, and she has to take a steadying breath, get her mind in order, before answering. ]

Bed, I think. [ As tempting as it is to continue here, to have him push into her with the water still pouring down around them, she's still curious about last night. It obviously won't be the same, but shower sex is not only physically more difficult but it is, in her experience, harder to draw out... and she really wouldn't mind letting this take a while.

Of course, they'll have to take another shower later. She doesn't mind that, either. ]

[notourist]

[ Saito gives a small smile, a brief nod. ] A wise choice.

[ Bending down to kiss her again, hard but still unhurried. He enjoys taking his time with this, with her, enjoys cataloguing her responses and testing them against his memory of last night, simply enjoys her.

Drawing back slowly, hands staying where they are, resting on her hip and her jaw for just a moment longer, while he musters her, the smile still — again — playing around his lips. ]

Come.

[ Turning off the shower with quick hands. There's big and very fluffy white towels waiting for them, neatly arranged against the heating so that they're warm. He doesn't plan on giving her time to dry off fully, wanting to enjoy the slide of wet skin while it lasts, so he simply takes one to spread over the bed along as he leads her towards the bedroom with one hand at the small of her back. ]

[boutant]

[ He's in charge now -- he probably always was, if she's honest with herself, but as soon as she listened when he told her to stand, she really knew it. It's all the more apparent now, though, and she can't help her shiver. She likes a man who takes charge in bed as much as she likes taking charge.

It's his show now -- his hotel, his bed, his memories of last night driving things. Still, Ariadne's not afraid (why should she be?), still bold enough to steal a quick kiss from those smiling lips when he reaches past her to turn the shower off. She lets him direct her, stepping out and shivering again (though this time it's because of the cold) when the air hits her skin.

Still, she'll be warm soon enough. His hand is warm, a tease even though it's nowhere provocative, water running down her back and likely over his fingers from her hair. ] How do you want me?

[ Her head tilts up to ask, so she can look at him. ]

[notourist]

[ Saito spreads the towel over the bed, nodding towards it. ] On your back, if you please.

[ It may be phrased as a request, but everything from his posture to the tone of his voice says it is an order. Saito enjoys letting her explore and do as she pleases, certainly, but through it all, he's always retained some control and it is his nature — outside of the bedroom as much as within — to assert that. He would not have come as far as he did otherwise. ]

[boutant]

[ The towel, luckily, is soft, and so Ariadne has no problem with crawling onto the bed (enjoy the view, Saito) and then stretching out onto it. Once there, she only moves enough to get comfortable and to brush some of her wet hair out of her face before looking back at him. ]

[notourist]

[ He is enjoying the view, eyes running over her while he stands still, one hand wrapped around himself and idly stroking. He stays like that for a moment, lets anticipation build. This is not something that they did last night, but he finds it heightens the tension.

When he finally moves, it is to settle between her legs, holding himself up on his elbows. Licking along her ribcage up to one breast, less teasing now than he was under the shower, more pressure, nipping and sucking. Those marks on her did not come from nothing. ]

[boutant]

[ There's something about being watched, about watching, that makes Ariadne shiver more than the air on her still-wet skin. It definitely heightens the tension, making her that much more eager, and she has to keep herself from demanding that he join her; while it usually works, she has a feeling that she's going to need to be much more patient with Saito than she has been with other men in the past.

Still, he does move, and her relief is palpable. Ariadne groans again, louder than she had in the shower as she arches into his mouth. Is she allowed to touch here, too? He didn't say not to, so she will, hands returning to his backside. ]

[notourist]

[ Any demands from her side would likely have either amused Saito, or led him to settle on an even slower pace— not to torture or to annoy, but perhaps to teach her a lesson.

Saito is glad for her touch; for all that he enjoys being in command, he wants his bed partners willing and active participants. So he makes sure — and it is hardly a hardship — to press into her touch. Without, of course, lifting his head away from her body, still lavishing attention upon her. ]

[boutant]

[ Perhaps another time -- assuming that there is another time, after this one.

Her hands go back to squeezing and kneading, as they did in the shower. Still, she's not content with just that, and so one leg shifts to hitch around him, her foot sliding against his leg. She's young, impatient, and she wants so badly. The question is whether or not Saito will give in to her. ]

[notourist]

Patience. [ Saito smiles against her skin. Her youth and impatience are compelling, certainly, but he is not one to give in so easily, even where their mutual pleasure is concerned.

No, he'll draw this out a little longer, he'll continue to follow his paths from last night with lips, tongue and teeth until the tension is heightened to a point where she can hardly stand it anymore. That is where he wants her. ]