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The ❝Finally Fucking❞ Meme

The ❝Finally Fucking❞ Meme

There's always been tension between the two of you, a will-they-won't they kind of vibe. Perhaps you're even romantically involved, if that's your way. But for some reason, you haven't taken the next step yet.

Now, though, you're finally ready to be sexually intimate.

How to Play:
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Prompts:
☆ First Time: This is your first time having sex, so it was something to approach with caution.
☆ Unsure: You're uncertain of your skill or prowess or even how to go about this.
☆ Uncorrupted: One of you is more innocent, younger, more inexperienced, and the other doesn't want to take that away.
☆ Differences: The two of you are different enough - perhaps even different species - that intimacy may be an issue, but you're ready to attack it head on.
☆ Taken: You aren't "together," and one of you is involved with someone else. This is the big decision to do an act that may be viewed as heinous.
☆ Forbidden: There's been no sexual contact because it's utterly forbidden, be it incest, class difference, enemies, etc.
☆ Realization: Maybe you'd been friends, but this is the first time you've really seen them in that light.
☆ Otherwise Distracted: Whether it be a job, a holy mission, or anything else along those lines, you've just been too busy to be with someone like that because it would take your mind away from what you have to do.
☆ Finally Free: Before, you just didn't have the chance. Now you do.
☆ Only Time: You were unsure before, but now, it looks like you'll only have this once chance to be together.
☆ A Long Time: You've been separated and it happened before you could get to the good parts. You want to pick up where you left off.
☆ Desperate: You've wanted them for so long...God, this feels so good, you never want it to stop.
☆ Romantic: You want it to be perfect.
☆ Waiting Until Marriage: Doing things all proper-like.
☆ FREE STYLE

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[ ooc | Yes, this WILL work. ]

[Of all the things Donna had expected when the TARDIS had landed on Istomia that morning, being locked in a room that looked straight like something out of a bad porno hadn't even made the list. But here they are, and Donna spends a few minutes banging on the door and railing at their captors on general principle, because this is something she so doesn't want to do. But it's pretty obvious that they aren't going to be allowed out until after they've, well, done the deed, and she finally flops down on the bed, folding her arms over her chest.]

Great. The one thing aliens have managed to take away from Earth's internet is porn.

Weeeeell there is a lot of it on there you have to admit, surprising that more cultures haven't picked up on it as well.

[The Doctor is feeling around the seams of a large mirror, his cheek squished to it as he listens carefully, looking so odd without his jacket or trainers, and of course his handy sonic screwdriver. He'd understand taking the jacket, and emptying his pockets, despite how long it had taken, but his chucks? Really? The red socks had a hole in one side, his pinky toe sticking out of it and he sighs wearily as he realizes there is no way out.]

I'm sorry, I really am so so sorry Donna. It looks like there's no way out.

[Without....well. He'd say they could try and wait it out, but he has a feeling that their sponsors would be less then merciful if they didn't present a show.]

I couldn't possibly want this less then you do, I swear. But it seems we have no choice.

Why couldn't it be all the pictures of cats? Mind, I don't think I could handle a planet where they all talk like those captions, but it would still be better than-

[She pauses for a second as his words sink in, then lets out an indignant squawk.]

Oi! What d'you mean? Is there something wrong with me?

[The Time Lord's eyes go wide, and he presses himself further against the wall as if the idea of Donna's wrath is enough motivation to perfect phasing through solid objects. He opens his mouth, looking quite a bit like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming train.]

What? I never said there was something wrong with you.

I'll have you know, there are loads of blokes who would absolutely love to have a chance like this one.

[Okay, that's a lie. But she's certainly not going to tell him that.]

Well, I'd leave it to them if I could, but that doesn't seem to be an option.

[He makes a face, like the idea of men lined up for her just makes him ill, but pushes off the wall regardless. He knows she's lying, a and he doesn't blame her, but his frustration with the situation (and fear of it ruining the easy friendship they have) puts an edge to his rudeness. There's a spark in the air that has nothing to do with sexual energy, more that it seems like their captors are threatening him, the electricity tingling his tongue and he closes the distance between them with a few strides. ]

Get up further on the bed Donna.

Are you at least going to try to make this enjoyable, or are you just going to tell me to lie back and think of England?

[Because, really, Donna's of the opinion that if they've got to do this, they should at least have a bit of fun, or at least not be completely miserable in the process. She's half-worried that if they don't satisfy their captors, they won't let them out.]

[There's a plan on his lips and he is about to put it into action when she speaks and as usual with Donna Noble, totally broadsides him with what comes out of her mouth. He stops, knees to knees with her, and stares down at the ginger woman with honest offense in his eyes.]

W-wha-you- wouldn't it be lie back and think of Chiswick? I'm nine hundred and five years old Donna Noble, don't you think I've had long enough to be utterly brilliant in bed? If I put my mind to it I could probably make you— Not enjoyable?! I have half a mind to prove you wrong.

[He sits down beside her suddenly, and those lanky arms wrap about her back, pulling her into his chest as he presses his lips up to the shell of her ear. He shifts one hand a little lower on her spine, cool breath tickling her neck as he speaks ever so softly, but not without snark.]

Or we could, I don't know, fake it. Under the sheets. I doubt they know human -or human like- practices well enough to know the difference if you're very very loud and I know you're very very good at that.

Well, you don't exactly seem the sort to be utterly brilliant in bed, do you? What with being, well, you and all. And you aren't half scrawny, either.

[On the other hand, she isn't entirely unaffected by his proximity, either; it's been a long time since anyone's held her like that (which is, she tells herself, the only reason why she's reacting to him at all), and she can't help but shiver when he kisses her ear and whispers against his skin.]

Oh, Doctor.

[Her breathless response sounds perfectly fervent - and is entirely fake.]

[He notices the effects he has on her immediately, that increase of heartbeat, release of adrenaline and a spike in hormones, all perfectly normal reactions to having an attractive male so close. He isn't bothered by it, it's unintentional, the reptile brain reacting to stimulus, and he's put up with worse in less appropriate situations then this.

It's the way that Donna moans his name that hits him in the gut, far too breathless for the level of arousal her hormones were telling him, and The Doctor blushes, his cheeks and ears going a very particular shade of red. He tugs back a little, trying to look a anything but his friend and clears his throat.]

Right. Perfect.

[One arm still around her waist he nuzzles his nose into the curve of her neck, just as much in order to hide his face as it is to continue the act, and reaches out to tug the sheets down.]

[Donna slides her hands up his chest, palms flat, trying to ignore the fact that she can feel his hearts beating just a little too fast. Instead, she pushes his jacket back from his shoulders. She fiddles with the knot of his tie with one hand, trailing the other around his neck as she runs her fingers through his hair.]

Hate to break it to you, but we're going to have to take some of our clothes off in order to look properly authentic.

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