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. |
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bakerstreet2013-11-08 08:31 am
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He barked some orders at some of the other LOCCENT techs, and they scattered. "When Herc comes, I'll tell him you'll see him after you get that left hook taken care of. I'm sure Mako will provide some TLC for you, in the meantime. Go on, then." He nodded and winked again, pretending not to notice Mako's stern look as he ushered them both into the Shatterdome's lift.
Mako frowned lightly at Raleigh beside her as they stepped into the lift, the doors closing behind them before the elevator started its descent. "Why do I get the feeling he was not-so-subtly giving you a verbal high-five?" she asked wryly, trying her best to keep her lips from curling into a smirk.
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And he was sorry for the mess he'd put Herc in, but he still wasn't sorry he'd decked a guy.
When the lift doors closed, he took off his jacket first thing, shrugging out of it smoothly and unbuttoning the button at his neck. "Tendo always has picked up on things too quick for his own good."
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She toyed with the lapel of her own military dress jacket, absently—she felt a bit stifled in it now, as she was sure Raleigh had felt in his, and contemplated shrugging out of it as he'd done. "So Tendo has bought us some time, for a bit. I think we should make the best use of it, possible."
A little grin played at her lips—she wouldn't divulge what she thought they should do with the next thirty to sixty minutes.
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He stepped across to kiss her cheek, barely making it and stepping back before the doors opened.
"Unwind."
Grinning, he stepped out onto their shared floor, jacket dangling off his fingers, tossed over his shoulder. He was the picture of casual, even if there was a touch of smugness.
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Which fit him so much better than those standard-issue fatigues, really.
She wasn't shy about the way she ogled him, even when he turned to look at her again, and she smiled as she shrugged out of her own jacket. "If Tendo hadn't been so perceptive, I think the way you're walking would have given it away, anyway."
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He'd never say it any other way. He'd fought to have her as his partner, sure, but she'd been willing to try. All of it, to him, was her.
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She remembered that moment very well, when she'd tackled him to the floor of the kwoon in front of Pentecost and everyone else and they'd stood together afterwards, sweaty and panting with exertion, as Raleigh announced to the room that she was his co-pilot.
His smile was infectious, and her own dawned across her lips as his arm settled over her shoulder. Mako couldn't resist sliding her arm down his back in return, only to have her hand brush his backside and then give it a slight squeeze.
"Are we going to do this in my room?" she asked, perhaps deliberately enigmatic. This could have so many implications, after all.
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He stroked his hand over her upper arm before almost teasingly letting himself slip away. "The less we embarrass Herc, the better, right?"
A part of him very seriously wondered if she'd even let him slip away for that long.
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"Fine, then," she allowed, her smirk teasing. "But don't take too long." She headed to her own room on the opposite side of the corridor, throwing a glance back at him as she began unbuttoning her dress shirt.
...As if he needed any further incentive.
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His blues deserved more respect than he gave them, but at least they were hanging up when he pulled on a pair of cargos, zipping but not buttoning them, and a tank to at least pretend toward respectability. His boots were left unzipped over bare feet, a pair of socks tucked into a pocket and a shirt in hand, when he knocked on Mako's door just a matter of minutes later, using the knuckles of his uninjured hand.
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"In," she urged, tugging him by the arm past her and shutting the door behind him. "Before someone sees you." When he was clear of the door and the hatch was shut and locked, she turned back to him again and leaned into his space, pressing him bodily back against her bunk as she leaned up to kiss him.
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"Mm, nice to see you again, too," he murmured when he had the chance to take a breath.
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She drew back from the kiss, still pressing him against the edge of the bed with her hands and with the lower half of her body. It was hard to refuse Raleigh outright, especially with what they'd just done in the limousine, but she had to make sure to tend to him, first.
"Sit," she commanded him, a bit breathless but there was a gentle tone to her voice. "I've got a first-aid kit, and I'm going to treat your hand, first...before we forget about why you've come over here, in the first place." She reached on the bed beside her and fished out gauze, antiseptic solution, and bandages, and took his injured hand in hers to look it over.
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This was really kind of new and different for him - having someone who fussed over him. Even Yancy hadn't gotten all flustered trying to keep him in shape. But there was something nice about this. Something nice about feeling like he mattered.
He hoped he'd have the chance to get used to it.
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She wet some cotton with antiseptic, and cleansed the wound on his knuckle gently, her eyes flicking upwards every so often to meet his and smirking a bit at his cocky yes ma'am.
"...It's for your own good," she reminded him, her tone slightly chastising but her body suggesting otherwise; she was still pressed up against him, wedged inbetween his legs as he sat on the edge of her bunk.
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She giggled softly, trying to duck the trail of his lips along her skin, even as he pulled her closer with his free arm. "Hold still," she admonished gently, but there was a teasing light in her eyes, and the way she tilted her neck slightly in invitation suggested that he do otherwise.
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Everything they'd gone through together and this was what had her squirming. Well, now he'd remember.
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Mako let his teasing kisses travel upward to her neck as she bandaged his knuckles, her giggle turning into soft sighs and gasps as she twisted in his embrace until she was finished with his hand and she let it go, only to bury her fingers tightly in his hair.
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With both of his hands free, he could slide them up along her back and slowly back down until they found her thighs, just below her ass. His thumbs kneaded circles against her, hands lightly squeezing.
oh man I am so sorry for such a late tag?? but I still love this thread :D
Her hands tightened in his hair, fingers twisting in his soft blond locks, tugging at it in a way that most likely toed the line between pleasure and pain, and she tilted her head and leaned in to kiss him, reverent and slow and deep.
She pulled away to whisper, "I think I have something in mind." And then she sank to her knees in front of him, as he sat with his ass perched on the edge of her bunk, sliding her hands down his torso and reaching for the zipper on his cargo pants and smirking deviously as she did.