The Playing House Domestic Shipping Meme ♡

The Playing House Domestic Shipping Meme.

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THE LIST!
01] baby
Suddenly, there's a new addition to your family! Are you expecting? Adopting? Struggling to find the perfect name for your child? Or maybe you're up at a ridiculous hour in the morning because they're crying like crazy.

02] just married
Congratulations! You and your loved (?) one are about to start a whole new life together! It's time for the honeymoon...

03] house hunting
Are you seeking out an apartment? A dream house? Or just any old place, as long as you're with your other? Make sure to weigh your options very carefully...

04] household chores
It's time to clean/cook/garden/take care of something! Do you work together, or does one of you hide until everything is done?

05] shopping
Whether it's for furniture, groceries, or something in between, shopping is something that everybody must do at some point in time! What varies is if they like it or not.

06] family vacation
WE'RE OFF TO DIDNEY WOOOOOOOOORL or wherever
... well, as long as the kids are happy, right...? You may not be happy (or maybe you are), but it's mainly about ~family bonding~.

07] romantic retreat
It's you and your loved one's anniversary, and you decide it's time to take some time off and take them somewhere nice, where you only have each other.

08] comfort
Is somebody sick in bed? Or perhaps they just had a bad day? Sometimes, a good breakfast in bed or a home-cooked meal can really lift the spirits! Or perhaps you want to try medicine, or laughter, or something else?

09] pet
Suddenly, you have another addition to the family! Is it a puppy? A kitty? A fierce dragon? Whatever it is, make sure to give it a name and to take good care of it!

10] holiday
Happy birthday/New Years/Christmas/Valentine's Day/whatever! It's a very special day that only comes once a year, so make it count!

11] argument
Oh, no, who left the stove on... Or maybe it's about why they were out late last night? Either way, there is a lot of tension today, and one of you may or may not be sleeping on the couch tonight.

12] making up
It's time to make amends for that fight/divorce/whatever you had before! After all, you love each other... right?

13] surprise, surprise
You are feeling rather loving tonight, so you want to remind the other person how much you cherish and appreciate them... if it's by something cute and adorable or hot and sexy is completely up to you.

14] proposal
~~SHUT UP THIS TOTALLY FITS~~ You've been with your other for what feels like forever, and finally you want to tie the knot with them. Will you go down on one knee before them, or get a little creative?

15] other
I know I'm forgetting like a bajillion and one different things here, so this is the option for that!

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[Chante grins when their eyes meet, and he impulsively leans over to kiss Marius on the cheek, because Marius is endearing when he chuckles like that and because Chante loves him even if he's not very good with cats.]

Maybe it does, and maybe that's just how lions play.

[he returns the kiss on the cheek, laughing. He can't help being endearing. It just happens.]

Do I look like a lion to you?!

[Chante doesn't really understand why he still blushes whenever Marius kisses him, but he always does. But he also joins in on Marius's laugh, keepign his eyes locked with his husband's the entire time.]

Maybe a little. If you bare your teeth and sheathe your claws.

[And Chante just might be baring his teeth and raising both hands up in claw form now, because he's a dork sometimes, too.]

No, wait, I can-

[And he runs his hands through Chante's hair, fluffing it up to look like a mane of sorts. It's all fun and games and very cute for a Marius until he realizes.]

...oh, you probably worked hard on that, didn't you?

Marius!

[Chante gives Marius an admonishing frown, because yes, Marius, he did in fact pay a lot of attention to his hair this morning, because he is more than aware about his attractiveness, unlike some people he knows, and that maintaining his outer appearance is just the logical thing to do.

And now it's ruined. Look what you've done, Marius. Look at this face that mourns the loss of his carefully tamed hair.]

[Boy, it's really just one thing after another this morning for Marius Pontmercy, isn't it? He looks positively mortified, because he's seen Chante angry before and it is scary. he tries to fix his mistake, gently working his fingers through Chante's hair until it resembles something similar to what style he had it in earlier.

It pales in comparison to his husband's work.]

[There's something adorably funny about how Marius is trying so hard to fix Chante's hair. He isn't even that mad, really, now that he thinks of it. So he smiles, at first, appreciatively because he knows how much his husband just wants to please him all the time and will go all lengths to keep him happy, and then he's releasing a merry laugh that he can't seem to stop, not caring at all about how his hair looks at the moment.]

[Marius is still dutifully working his hands through Chante's hair, trying to part it, to set it. It's harder, especially considering all he does every morning is spike his hair up with pomade and leave it at that.

But then his husband's laughing at him and he furrows his eyebrows.]

...what did I...do?

[Chante is still laughing, although he's trying to calm himself down now too, and he holds onto one of Marius's arms as a support. He takes a few deep breaths before he speaks.]

Something... [And he wipes an arm across his eyes where tears of laughter have been pooling, chuckling a little before he continues.] Something that makes me happy.

[The fact that whatever he's done to Chante to make him laugh is out of joy rather than nervous embarassment or pity reassures Marius. He feels as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, and something swells inside him. Slowly, he reaches out, almost tentatively, before he places both his hands on either of Chante's cheeks and pulls him in, kissing his husband passionately.]

[The last traces of a chuckle escape Chante as Marius reaches out for him, and he waits with nervous expectancy, eyes growing a little wide and eyebrows raised, and all of a sudden he's being pulled in and kissed and he feels like he's the most treasured person in the world and he thinks he might just melt. He returns the kiss with equal fervor, sliding closer to Marius and wrapping his arms around his waist to pull him closer, accessing as much bodily contact as he possibly could.]

[Marius kisses him this way because to Marius, Chante really is the most treasured person in the world. He's the most treasured person in Marius' world, anyway, and for him, that's all that matters. He lets out a little hum as Chante's arms pull around his waist, and their chests are pressed flush against eachother. Marius' heart is pounding - he'd thought that was supposed to stop a long time ago, but really, he can't help but feel so much excitement whenever they do this. His hands wander down Chante's spine in light, easy touches.]

[The combination of Marius's hands wandering down his spine and the feel of his heart beating against his causes Chante to shiver in delight and expectancy, and he leans back a little, both to take in more of those touches and so that he could snake his hands up the body of the man he loves with the gentleness of a soft breeze across a meadow and the intensity of a wave crashing against a rocky cliff, feeling every curve and contour through his shirt, palms sliding up his chest until they settle on the nape of his neck, holding him in place as Chante arches against him, lips still caught in his all the while.]

[He's a little nervous about this, but he's heard about people doing this sort of thing outside before. The gardens, after all, are quite private. Thinking about it gives him a rush to the head - his hands move tentatively, slowly, but they slide up under Chante's shirt to rest on his stomach.

Marius isn't often bold, but when he is, he tries very hard.]

[The feeling of Marius's hands on his stomach causes Chante to inhale sharply through the kiss and his heart beat a little faster, so hey, at least Marius's trying paid off. Chante can also feel his face heat up; they're in the open, and even if it's a private garden it does make him feel somewhat exposed, and like Marius he has only ever heard of people doing these things outside and not actually experiencing it himself.

But Chante has always been more of a lark than a dove. Like the untamed gardens back in his former home, before he and Marius were wed, beneath his calm serenity lies a little bit of wildness. So he responds by running his hands down Marius's side, around his waist and underneath the back of his shirt, then slides them up the warm skin of Marius's back as he imagines the patterns of freckles that scatter there.]

[He really does love his lark of a husband. It's so much easier, so much more rewarding for him in the long run, when they're being adventurous and Chante is right there with him, testing out new waters and even pushing the envelope a bit. Which, Marius thinks, is what they're doing right now.

[And at this point, Chante can probably map out the freckles peppering his skin easily. Marius sleeps shirtless - not out of, y'know, glamour or anything, but out of habit. There was a long period of time when he couldn't afford pajamas. His thumbs rub soft circles into Chante's skin, and he murmurs against his lips.]

This is okay, right?

[Chante doesn't think he could ever do these things, want to do them with anyone but Marius. Not that Chante's ever been with anyone else before him, but that's probably not the point.

The point is that with Marius, Chante feels braver. It's probably strange, considering that he's always been brave, but his strengths seem amplified tenfold just by Marius's mere presence and he never even knew that was possible. Marius's touches are electric and he's breathless when he responds,]

Yes.

[And that same boldness is what lets him slip his hands away from underneath Marius's shirt and lean back slightly, hesitating for only a second before his fingers wrap along the edges of his own shirt. His eyes lock with Marius's for a moment before he raises his arms, pulls his shirt off and sets it on the empty bench space beside him.

His heart is racing both from nervousness and the thrill of the moment, and the feel of the cool air against his bare skin causes him to shiver slightly. He closes the gap between them again, his eyes falling half-shut as he brushes his lips against Marius's and says in almost a whisper,]

I love you.

[Oh.

Oh wow.

See, it's not like they haven't made love before. They're married. But Marius - well, he's thought about it out here, once before. Seconds before, actually. And he has to kind of wonder if Chante is a mind reader when he begins to take off his shirt.

Oh, god.

His eyes trail up the expanse of skin being revealed along Chante's chest as he takes his shirt off, and then his hands are on him again, shaking a little but trailing up his sides, under his arms, his back. His eyes flutter closed as he presses his lips back into Chante's, murmuring as they break for air.]

I love you too, Chante. God, I really do love you.

[Another mild tremble shakes Chante's body, but this time it's from the feel of Marius's exploring hands all over him, a warm and welcome contrast against the cool air. He has to admit: he's always liked making love to Marius, but being out here in the open adds a little bit more excitement to it, even when his pulse is racing and he has to swallow to keep his nervousness at bay, even when he knows from Marius's touches that he's equally as nervous too.

But with those few words it's like the knot in Chante's gut is untied and a new surge of love and confidence swells in him. He smiles tenderly in response, watching his husband through half-lidded eyes for a moment before he closes them and locks lips with Marius once more, lingering only for a few seconds before he trails gentle kisses up his jawline. He presses his lips against the lobe of Marius's ear, then flicks his tongue at its curves as his fingers trace the skin close to the waistband of Marius's pants.]

[There's a knot in Marius' throat and it only grows when he feels Chante's tongue running against the shell of his ear, his mouth trailing up his jaw and leaving him to gasp in little breaths just a second before. He's finding he doesn't know what to do with his hands for a moment and he slides them back up Chante's sides again, running down the front of his chest and back up again.

And then the hands move to play at the waistband of his pants and his eyes shoot open, a tingle running down his spine. They're doing this. They're doing this out here, and he can't help but let out a little elated moan.]

[Chante hums in appreciation and hopes it urges Marius on, because his moan that echoes in Chante's ears is more than a little encouraging.

So there's a little more mischief now, in the smile on his lips close to Marius's ear, and he gives his earlobe a playful, gentle bite, while his hands wander away from Marius's waistband and his fingers wrap around the end of Marius's shirt. That's when he stops, though, and leans back and catches his husband's eye, a thoughtful, silent question in his. And though the temptation to just yank his shirt off is there, Chante isn't going to do anything Marius doesn't want him to.]

Edited 2013-10-15 04:18 (UTC)

[There's a sharp little hiss as Chante administers the bite to Marius's earlobe, and he jumps a little bit out of surprise. But the touches are coming back, close to his waistband, his stomach again, and he all but melts under his husband's hands. Marius may still be awkward and fumble sometimes, but Chante truly is talented.

And then their eyes meet, the question in Chante's clear. Marius gives a little nod and a sheepish smile, encouraging his husband to press on, letting him know he wants this.]

[It's not like he's going to deny that he likes that little reaction, that little jump, because it's adorable, just like almost everything else Marius does. And when Marius gives his permission Chante's returns the smile with an almost bashful grin, feeling the heat spread across his cheeks again.

He leans over to plant a quick peck on Marius's lips before he lifts Marius's shirt away slowly and gently, almost as if he's made of something delicate. The desire to shower his husband's chest with kisses as he raises the shirt higher tugs at him, but for now Chante settles for looking, observing. He has seen his Marius's body before, of course, but he admires and loves it all the same, his eyes wandering across every curve and expanse of Marius's skin, memorizing every line and mark and freckle until he can map them out with his eyes closed.

When he casts the shirt away and sets it beside his own discarded piece of clothing, he chews on his lower lip, tentatively giving Marius a kiss on the side of his lips as he leans forward, a hand resting on Marius's bare waist.]

Edited 2013-10-15 07:56 (UTC)

[Marius is glad to raise his arms to help Chante take off his shirt. Anything to help him, to make this easier and not at all awkward is fine with him, because he kind of wants to do this again and they haven't even started yet. His cheeks are tinged a little red, but that's because he's still trying to catch his breath.

He returns the kiss to the corner of his mouth and then Chante's leaning forward, hands on his waist, and Marius has nowhere to go but back. He lies down little by little, his arms curling around Chante's neck to pull him down too, and something overcomes him - some kind of fervor or bravery, he doesn't know what it is. But his hands trail over Chante's sides again and he leans in, pressing a trail of kisses down his neck and humming softly, appreciatively.]

[Abruptly, a momentarily sense of panic goes through Chante, and as Marius pulls him down he grabs both his and Marius's shirt from beside him to place on the bench before the back of Marius's head can make contact with it. (Because this is Marius, after all, and if there's anyone who could hurt himself while making love on a bench in a garden it would be him.)

And then his eyes grow wide with surprise at the hands on his sides and the trail of kisses. It is not that he doesn't know that Marius has his moments—he does, and his husband is wonderful when they happen—it is more of when it occurs that catches him off-guard.

Not that they are unwelcome, however. One hand goes to Marius's hair to gently clutch at it as his pulse races where Marius's lips touch, the other leaning against the backrest of the bench to keep his balance. His eyes flutter close and Marius's name escapes his lips in a mixture of love and desire.]

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