bakerstreet | The Shippy and/or Smutty Bodyguard Meme

The Shippy and/or Smutty Bodyguard Meme

the bodyguard meme

never let her out of your sight. never let your guard down.

You're a pop star, or a royal, or maybe even the last of your kind who will bring about the Earth's redemption. Whatever the case may be, you're in a position that may be a bit dicey if you attract the wrong kind of attention.

And you're a bodyguard, a soldier, a knight - a protector. Somehow, you've been roped into protecting this person. You'll be rewarded, of course. The work may be cut out for you, but just do your job, keep your head down, and it'll go smooth.

Except for when the two of you break the bounds of professionalism and feelings begin to flourish. Being in such close quarters may get you to see the other in a different light, and saving someone's life just may be the ultimate form of intimacy.

Could this be the real danger? To feel so strongly for the one you've sworn to protect...are you compromised?

How to Play
1. Comment with your character and preferences, being sure to put if you want to play the guard, the guarded, or either. Also, you may want to put if you prefer fluffy, angsty, or smutty interaction - or have no preference.
2. Comment to others.
3. There are no prompts, because there are so many potential options there could be a hundred. Feel free to play anything: the beginnings of the relationship, just meeting, getting used to each other/not getting along at first, the obligatory first time, a threat on the protected's life and how their protector responds, how the feelings between the two has changed the protection, etc. Your only limit is you.

never fall in love.

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As her lips touched his knuckles, his touched her cheek, light and soft. Tentative, despite everything they'd shared. He couldn't live with the idea of violating her trust, and in this, he wasn't sure where the lines were. He'd been sure he loved her since after their first drift. When they'd sat together and looked into Gipsy's heart.

She was an irreplaceable part of him. He only wondered if, for her, that meant romantic love or familial love. He'd be grateful for either.

She felt both, but one was stronger.

Mako felt his fingers on her cheek, hesitant and unsure, and without thinking and running purely on instinct she cupped his face with her other palm, tilting her face up to his, and brushed their lips together gently.

His arm tightened around her, keeping her close. It was just... right. It was everything it should be, that his heart had been pushing him toward for so long. He smiled against her lips and rested their foreheads together with a smile. "I love you," he whispered, lips touching hers still.

"I know." She did know. It permeated all of their interactions together—his adoration, his reverence of her, his all-consuming need to shield her from unpleasantness. She felt the same, in every respect, but she found herself unable to speak the words just yet.

Actions were easier. "...Stop talking and kiss me," she whispered demandingly against his mouth, the corners of hers turned slightly upward in a smirk.

His low, warm laughter was only quieted by the touch of lips to lips, his fingers sliding gently into her hair. Kissing her felt like finding home, but that was how all of her felt. Finding the half he'd been missing all his life. There was no way he was going to lose her now.

Tongue lightly brushing her lips, he slid his other hand around her waist, cradling her against him. His world, there in his arms.

Mako tilted her chin toward him as he slid his other arm around her, and her breath caught when she felt the heat of his tongue, her lips parting almost obediently underneath his in a wordless gasp.

She'd thought many times of kissing Raleigh, of taking his face between her hands and brushing their lips together—especially after their Drift, and especially after the emotional highs and lows of closing the Breach—but she'd never seen the opportunity to do so. But now, in such an enclosed space, his arms around her, there was nothing holding her back from acting on impulse.

One of her hands slid against him in return, burying itself in his shirtfront and tightening a bit in response to the deepening of the kiss.

"Mmh--" His voice was just a bit surprised at the grasp, but it made him smile against her lips, his arms tightening just a bit. She really was amazing and her answer to this kiss was evidence.

From the moment he'd seen her, he'd known she was beautiful, but that was secondary. He'd needed allies more than he'd needed romance. They'd needed to save the world.

Now the world was saved. That meant he could have this. And he wanted it desperately.

After a deep breath of air, his tongue sought hers, fingers stroking the back of her head through her hair. This, it seemed, was what they both wanted. He wouldn't deny it to either of them.

Her other hand slid up to his neck, hand cupping the back of his head carefully, and Mako let a soft, pleased sigh escape into his mouth.

His tongue stroking hers made her tense a bit in his arms—she hadn't been kissed all that often, and the sensation was still a bit new to her—but she quickly recovered and tentatively returned it, her tongue sliding against his and tracing the back of his upper teeth in her efforts to taste him.

Mako was thorough in just about everything; kissing was no exception.

It was nearly enough to take his breath away. She was so completely Mako - seizing the opportunity, making everything go the way she wanted, and the only thoughts in his mind were to encourage her and give her anything she asked for. He'd never thought of himself as the submissive side of a relationship, but there were worse things to discover about himself. If anything, finding out about this was thrilling.

Her thorough kisses made him moan and probably would've made him falter on his feet if he hadn't been sitting down. "Mm, Mako," he whispered in a breath. "Better be careful or our driver is going to get more of an eyeful than he signed up for..."

Oh come on, Raleigh. That was quite literally a challenge to her ears; it gave her an idea, anyway.

As if in answer—to both his words and that moan—her lips curved into a smirk against his mouth, and before he could move she was climbing over him and into his lap, straddling him with a leg on either side.

She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him then, no holds barred, her tongue licking into his mouth with increasing confidence.

So he moaned, low and sincere and swiftly becoming more aroused than he could cope with. His hands moved to her waist, holding and stroking and subconsciously seeking her skin, tugging at her shirt so his fingers could skim above her waistband.

She felt like heaven. Like that moment when he realised that piloting a jaeger was what he was meant for. Except she was who he was meant for, and he'd fight to keep her.

"God," he exhaled against her mouth before sinking back into the kiss, tongue against hers, his eyes happily closed.

Having just come from the press conference, both of them were in PPDC dress blues, which meant that Mako was in a knee-length pencil skirt; no matter, though, as she hitched it up slightly along her thighs so that she could sit more comfortably on Raleigh's lap.

But it meant that they were both still in their bulky uniform jackets, and Mako leaned back slightly from their kiss as his hands unbuttoned hers, seeking out her dress shirt underneath, where it was tucked into the waistband of her skirt. She took the initiative to free him in a similar fashion, unbuttoning his jacket and pushing it off of his shoulders, before cupping his face in her hands again lovingly and diving in for another kiss.

The limo driver—and what he would or wouldn't see—was the least of her concern, right now.

He shifted with her touches, shrugging off the jacket, letting it slither into the floor of the limousine with a pleased smile. "Mh, we're going to be in so much trouble," he murmured, grinning as he kissed her again and again. "Wrinkling our uniforms after I hit a reporter..."

And he didn't care. He didn't give even half a damn. His fingers found her buttons, unfastening them deftly to give his hands free rein to her skin, sliding up her stomach and around to her back beneath two layers of fabric.

"Maybe they'll confine us to quarters."

He hoped so. Their quarters were across from each other. Sneaking across would be a matter of simplicity.

She laughed quietly against his mouth as he spoke; she couldn't think of a better reprimand or punishment for either of them than being confined to quarters. Not with the way Raleigh's hands were slipping into her clothing, pulling her shirt free of her pencil skirt, his fingers skittering along the muscles of her stomach before sliding around to span the length of her back.

Mako gasped and shivered pleasantly at the touch. "And what would we do to pass the time, confined to our quarters in such a way?" she whispered teasingly, her lips against his neck, shifting her weight in his lap so that she settled against him once more with a deliberate slowness.

That little movement, that little shift... His head tipped back and he pushed his hips up toward her through instinct alone, his lips parting in a low, deep moan. "Just like that," he sighed, hands slipping down to her hips. Definite encouragement. "Oh God, Mako."

For the first time, he was realising exactly how long it'd been since he had sex. He hadn't even considered it for years, but all it took was one little movement from her and his pants were suddenly much too tight. "I need you."

The noise he made—and his words, whispered in that wrecked way—nearly served to undo her, as did his hips pressing up into hers, and Mako felt as though the air was being systematically sucked out of her lungs. She shut her eyes and rocked her hips into his lap again, slowly, slowly, and this time she could feel the length of him pressing back against her just as insistently.

She shuddered around a breath. Sex was something she'd barely made time for prior to this, in her life (only once, years ago, and only the one time), but suddenly having Raleigh against her—underneath her, over her, inside her—was something she didn't think she could go much longer without.

Her mouth brushed against his again as her hands cupped his head and slid into his hair. "...I need you, too." She at once wanted this car ride to both hurry up and end, and to never stop...how much further was it, back to the dome?...

He kissed her, full of need, full of want. She was everything he could ever have dreamed and his body was screaming for her skin against his, to tangle their limbs together and bury inside her until both of them were breathless.

"We," he murmured. "We can..." There was a way, there in the car. Quick, nowhere near sweet enough for her, but it would satisfy the both of them at least for a while. One of his hands left her thigh to move to his own fly. Even just to get his zipper out of the way would be fantastic.

Raleigh was writhing underneath her, his words starting and stuttering between a sigh and a moan, and when his hand moved to the zipper on his trousers Mako audibly sucked in her breath. He wanted to slide inside her like this, with her in his lap, wanted her to bear down on him and ride him and satisfy them both—despite the view of the driver, despite the fact that they were in a moving car and would probably have less than ten or fifteen minutes before they would arrive at their destination.

And then in the same heartbeat that she realized it she was reaching for him, palming him through his pants, her fingers fumbling against his to help unzip him.

It was really only a one-person job, she knew, but she wanted to help, she wanted to free him; she wanted, more than anything.

"—You'll owe me for this later," she muttered against his lips, her words sharp between pants of breath, "with your mouth." She licked deeply into his kiss to drive her point home, before using her other hand to hitch her pencil skirt higher up on her thighs.

When her hands joined his, he moaned and pushed up toward them - and then, with that whisper, he could feel himself twitch against her fingers. "God, yes," he exhaled hotly. "Anything you want." Moving car be damned, he wanted her. And she wanted him. And he stopped thinking. It was time to act.

Between both their efforts, the fly of both his pants and his underwear were moved out of the way, his fingers carefully arranging cloth so no zipper teeth could ruin the mood. That was definitely the last thing he needed now.

"Mh, help me with yours," he whispered, fingers sliding up the insides of her thighs, enjoying the bared skin, so soft and smooth and warm. "Just... pulled to one side..."

Everything coming out of his mouth was just serving to excite her further, and Mako felt every muscle inside her tense at his god, yes, anything you want. But it was actually getting to touch him that made her moan and grind down on his thigh reflexively—the skin of his cock was smooth, velvety-soft to the touch despite being hard enough to pound nails, and she fit her hand over him carefully with soft fingers, tensing and squeezing and stroking him with a careful touch.

She was so absorbed with it that she almost didn't hear his request, but she felt his fingers sliding up her bared thighs and Mako shifted, using her free hand to pull the edge of her panties aside for him to let his probing fingers feel how slick he'd made her just from kissing.

So wet. Just with their kisses, just with their wandering hands and the way she'd moved against him. His fingers were gentle in their exploration, tracing and sliding against her, the feeling making him bite his lips in anticipation.

He had a terror that he would open his eyes and find himself in bed with sheets stained from just how vivid this dream was. Every moment that he found himself still here, still present, was a gift.

"I want to be inside you, Mako." He took a shaky breath. "You feel so good. So amazing..."

She leaned in to kiss his lips when he bit them, first his upper lip and then his lower one, and sighed into his mouth at his stroking fingers between her legs.

"...Want you there, too," she whispered, and shifted and moved her hips over him, still holding her panties aside so he could feel himself sliding against her wet flesh. Her voice was a panting whisper against his mouth. "You're going to feel so good inside me..."

And then she canted her hips further, reaching down and adjusting him with her hand; as much as she would have liked to draw this out more, they didn't have much time left. She slid the head of his cock once and then twice against herself where she was wettest and hottest, and then she moved forward, sinking down onto him with agonizing slowness.

His moan was deep and breathy, head dropping back onto the car's seat. He was helpless for her and God how he wanted more. His hands came to her hips and slowly, savoring, he moved. It was a slow, deep thrust, seating himself deep inside her, the slickness and heat leaving him panting.

"Mako. Oh God, yes, Mako..."

Half sitting up, he leaned in to kiss her, desperate for more. Desperate to have his lips and tongue occupied. Desperate to bury all of his senses in her.

Her head bowed with the feel of it as he pushed forward underneath her, meeting her slow downward thrust and sheathing himself in her completely; it was a tight fit, despite how slick she was from excitement, and Mako breathed a long, soft moan through it until he was buried inside her to the hilt.

He felt so good like this, filling her up inside, that she was shivering.

Raleigh straightened against her, his mouth seeking hers again and she nuzzled him and cupped his face in her hands, lifting her hips slowly, carefully, to rock against him as she did. The gentle motion of the car made her movement nearly effortless.

"...Raleigh." She couldn't bring herself to whisper anything else at the moment.

How could he ever have guessed that the two of them would break their celibacy in the back of a limo, still mostly clothed? The thought made him laugh - a low, warm, enjoying sound that slid into a moan, his feet bracing solidly against the limo floor, shoulders against the seat back, so he could move with her.

His only regret was that they didn't have the time to actually go as slowly as he wanted. There was the time limit of reaching the dome, and by the time they got there, they needed to look at least a little presentable. He hated that awareness in the back of his mind, preferring to think more about the pleasure that was coming close to driving him crazy.

So he moved. Smooth, deep strokes that took him fully inside her and nearly out again. His pleasure was easy to find. Hers, he'd work to assure. His thumb sought and gently found her clitoris to stroke alongside with each thrust. He wanted to know what she looked like when orgasm hit.

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.sorry for my delayed response .. also for her bossiness :p

Without the confidence, she wouldn't be Mako. (:

this is true~ :D

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