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the film noir meme

-Pick out your character and fandom, as well as preferences.
-Go here and generate a random number between 1-10 for the setting
-Post all that.
-If you want, you or the person tagging you can roll a number between 1-8 for relationship as well!
- You know what to do next, honey.

Possible settings:

1. Crime Scene: Dead body? Burglary? Whatever the crime, it's been sectioned off for the officers to investigate this nefarious deed, and you're getting a good look at it.

2. Speakeasy: Prohibition's such a joke to society, and this is where the fashionable ones come to hang out and gossip. Perhaps a police officer or two will show up to investigate, but no one ever takes that seriously.

3. Docks at Night: The breeze caressing your face, the sound of the water, the boats passing by...maybe you were called here, or maybe you just like the peace it brings.

4. Alleyway: There's only one way in and out of this little corridor, and what happens in it is up to you and the other character. Just watch for the shadows, if you can see through the fog.

5. Detective's Office: Not too clean, not too messy. Just perfect for the person that's needed to get this mystery cleared up.

6. Rooftop: The wind dramatically blowing about, it's the perfect place to get that person to come and meet you so you can tell them what you want. Or if you're evil, why not kill them up here? It'll be hard to escape you.

7. Dressing Room: For some reason, you're backstage after a performance, and you've gotten into one of these. The mirrors, the costumes, the flowers from fans and the various personal affects...all are present and will be your silent witnesses to whatever occurs.

8. Hideout: You've gotten to the antagonist's spot of choice. Is this a glitzy nightclub with a private room, or is this an abandoned warehouse where they-or you-carry out their plot? The choice is yours.

9. Nightclub: Someone's showcasing their talent tonight, and you may or may not care about it. But it's classic, dimly lit, and it's easy to hide in here.

10. Free choice

Possible relationships:

1. Friends: Maybe you're an unstoppable team, or perhaps your relationship is getting strained. But whatever the situation, you know this person, and you'd be there for them.

2. Coworkers/teammates/classmates: You might not be friends, but you know this person well enough to remember their name. And right now you're being thrown together for a reason.

3. Lovers: This is the one you wanted to stay with for now. Married, dating, or maybe an affair, but you two care about each other enough.

4. Enemies: Utter hatred flows through your veins when you hear this person's name. This is the one you want to take down, and you just might stop at nothing to achieve your goal.

5. Family: Perhaps it's a sibling you're meeting. Or your parent, or some form of relative. Remember that phrase "blood is thicker than water"? It just might apply here.

6. Mysterious Stranger: Someone's been eyeing you from across the room, or you've been eyeing them. Will you two speak, or shall they float out of your life? Do they hold information you seek, or do they want something from you?

7. Femme/Homme Fatale: You are or have encountered a mysterious and seductive person, whose charms ensnare their lovers in bonds of irresistible desire, often leading them into compromising, dangerous, and deadly situations. Watch out, you might just get yourself into a real mess of trouble, hot stuff.

8. Free Choice

Taken from

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River began what his hip nudge suggested, her hand leaving his thigh as she stood up. She turned to face him, about to let the dress drop when..

"Oh, I almost forgot-" she paused to hike up her skirt and remove something hidden along the garter of one thigh. She leaned to place it on the bedside table. "No knives in bed."

She returned to where she'd been standing, looking at him in a way that even 'bedroom eyes' couldn't do descriptive justice. She let go of the fabric and the dress fell to the floor, leaving River in her dark lingerie slip and stockings. The dress pooled at her feel and she stepped out of it, leaving her shoes for its company.
River sauntered back to him, practically climbing into his lap with a hungry kiss.

He chuckled as she removed the knife, recalling how that made one night far more complex than he expected. It startled him and didn't make things any better when it nicked his thigh that one time. Talk about excitement that wasn't expected.

"Right, no knives." He grinned at her, pleased to have her back so close to him, crawling back into his lap and greeting him with a kiss.

It was gladly returned as they battled for dominance, his hands running along the sides of her body, finally ending on her hips, tugging her impossibly close and silently cursing at the fabric between him.

He had to remind himself it wouldn't be long until he had his clothes off, to enjoy the teasing and challenge beforehand. Foreplay was always something he enjoyed with her.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, hands loosely hanging behind him, but not for long. As they kissed, her body pressing close and his hands keeping her so, her own hands grew anxious.

River nipped at his lower lip, her hands sliding forward to loosen his tie. He'd always been excellent at foreplay, and she wanted to even the field of undress a bit before they plunged back into those familiar ways.

He takes a moment to break away to assist in unbuttoning his Oxford shirt as she loosened his tie and slipped it from around his neck. His gaze is never drifting from hers, or her hands. He didn't want to forget even the slightest detail of her nimble fingers or the slight upward quirk to her lips, or the simple rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.

The shirttails were still tucked into his trousers, but he leaned back on the heels of his palms letting her soak in the view of his thin, lithe frame.

Here and there she stole a small kiss from him, just to see if she could break his fierce concentration. His beautiful brown eyes refused to stray from observing her, which she noticed as her pulse continued to race.
"Fit as ever," she remarked with wry appreciation, dragging a single fingertip down his chest. He had hardly aged at all! It was almost unfair. But she could torment him later with such remarks. Right now she wanted to enjoy the sight before her as the warmth of a nostalgic desire flushed her skin.

Flashing a smile at her lover - really, how else could she categorize him now - River tugged carefully at those shirt-tails until she could easily push that opened shirt down his arms. How handsome he was, thin but firm body, trim without being overly-defined. The mind and the heart that held him together had made the biggest impression on her, but she was still entitled to enjoy the packaging.

She couldn't keep her hands off him now, fingertips mapping the slope and angles of his body as she leaned in to press her lips to his neck. She decided to revisit that sensitive spot from earlier.

The shirt slides off his shoulders and down his arms, falling to the bed as he moved back, ending up on his back. A hand gave a lovingly squeeze her to hip as she brought her lips to his skin, pressing kisses to a very sensitive area.

A deep hum of appreciation vibrated in his throat, as his eyes closed and fingers of his free hand once again tangled in her hair. His breath caught in his throat, nearly causing a gasp when she hadn't stopped her exploration and appreciation of his naked torso.

There was a roll of hips, his meetings hers as he gave her hip a squeeze, deliciously reminding him how perfectly she fit with him and what would be to come. He inhaled sharply at the anticipation as he snaked a hand under her slip and tracing the edges of her remaining garments.

She groaned at that roll of his hips against hers, breath hot against his neck. "God, now you're driving me mad," she murmured, lingering on the feel of his erection beneath his trousers and how it pressed against her. They complemented each other, both in and out of the bedroom. The squeeze of her hip reminded her how talented his hands were, how eager she was enjoy them again, whether they were dipping into her heated sex or gripping her hips as she rode him, he always knew what she needed.

River licked her lips and smirked a little, rolling her hips against him after he bean to trace the edges of her remaining garments. Under the slip, thin panties and a garter belt holding up her stockings were all that remained. "Who's getting naked first?" she whispered teasingly, teeth lightly grazing his skin.

If the teasing wasn't so delicious, that wouldn't even be asked right now. Again, it had been so long and he wanted to remember this for as long as possible afterwards, he was taking his time.

But it was far too difficult to keep in control when she acted like this. His mind jumped ahead, imagining flipping her over, pulling garments down as quickly as possible, ridding himself of his trousers and pants and sinking into her. But no, not yet. This sort of thing couldn't be rushed no matter how much his mind played different scenarios a million different ways and distracting him.

"You tell me," He finally replies with a coy smile and the smallest hint of a devilish smile to her. But his hands were already tracing up her back, pulling the fabric of her slip upwards to hopefully slip over her head and on the floor.

"I think your hands are doing the telling already," she chuckled, lifting her arms and bending her head forward as he lifted the slip up and off her body. She'd managed to stay fairly fit over the years, but she wasn't immune from small signs of aging - a few more lines here and there, and she had a bit more thickness to her thighs. And of course her scar which he'd already begun to intimately acquaint himself with. But despite all of this, she was still River. His River.

"Suppose we could go tit-for-tat," she practically purred as her hands drifted down her body, fingertips teasingly coasting over her breasts and stomach for his viewing pleasure. Once they brushed her navel, however, she made a beeline for his trousers with a smirk, eagerly unlooping his belt. "I brought the tits - now let's see what you've got to give, sweetie."

"Oh plenty, I assure you." He had his own chuckle as he raised his hips slightly so she could pull the belt through from the back.

Before he could allow her to do any more, his hand was flat against her back and pulls her down, allowing him to trail kisses along her chest, between her breasts, taking time to press a delicate kiss to the scar there before teasing a nipple.

So she had aged? He didn't even realize it, nor particularly minded. River was still incredibly sexy and that hadn't changed at all.

River tossed the belt aside, letting it fall to a clatter on the floor.

"Oh I bet you do," she chuckled knowingly, her eyes closing as he kissed along her chest. The warmth of his breath was, even after so long, utterly familiar; his tender lips teasing her nipple made her sigh softly, and she slid a hand to cup the back of his head, fingers stroking his hair.

A hand moved to slip under the thin panties still on, squeezing her behind as he pushed the garment downwards. A soft groan escaped his lips as her fingers entwined in his hair, encouraging him even further in his anticipation of what's to come.

A soft curse followed by a soft comment of appreciation of her beauty was uttered as he tugged said panties down her thighs. My, how the mind raced with her straddling him like this. The garters helped too.

"Haven't lost your knack, I see," she murmured softly, thrill after thrill exciting her as he touched her, squeezed her, undressed her. "Charming the pants right off me." She didn't even care that they could only be pushed so far down her body without her having to extricate herself from him. Which was the very last thing on her mind. The garters could stay; she knew how good she looked in them and as long as they didn't get in the way of logistics...

"Mm, now what can I offer to get you out of those trousers, huh?" She removed one hand from his glorious hair to tug on his waistband, the tip of her tongue moving along her upper lip in salacious manner.

"They're all yours." He replied with a chuckle, "You've let me get this far and that's all the offer I need."

He's anxious and can't remember the last time he felt this. It was River, and he knew her and she knew him, and yet his heart was racing, fingers were tracing various patterns along her sides and back. Had he missed her far more than he was even admitting to himself?

Finally his hands caught hers, directing them to the button of his trousers, his eyes unwavering from her face. He wanted to catch every little change in that beautiful face of hers.

"Perfect answer," she purred. When his gentle hands took her and guided them to the start of his trousers, she smiled warmly at him; a look of fondness centered mostly in her eyes than it was in the muscles of her mouth. Nimble fingers unfastened that button, and her mouth curved into more a smile as she tugged those trousers down his hips.

She can't bring herself to admit it out loud any more than she's already said, but she has missed this. Missed him. And truthfully she's a tad impatient to see all of him, so do forgive her hands for jumping to your pants when she hasn't even got the trousers all the way off yet.

It didn't bother him. Not one bit as he raised his hips up for her to slip everything off easier and down his legs. He could barely care if the clothing even came completely off as he half propped himself up on an elbow. His free hand tugged her back down for a desperate, heated kiss as the cool air now hit their bodies.

"I... want... you." He muttered each word as they broke for air.

River tugged and pushed at his clothing to get it down his legs. She was mostly successful, save a trouser leg pooling at his ankle.

There was something in that phrase, perhaps his tone more so than the words themselves, that brought her back to the first night of their relationship. He'd said something similar when they'd crossed the threshold from former client and detective to lovers.

Maybe she was getting sentimental, but she couldn't help whispering much the same thing she'd said to him that first night. Her lips lingered a fraction of an inch from his to reply.

"You've got me, sweetie."

Her hand caressed as his erection between them. "Does this mean we're jumping to the main event?" She asked with a sly smile.

"I wasn't always the most patient." He commented with a laugh. He honestly had tried very hard to go slow and relish every moment of this - and he had; he really had, but those nerve fibers were cracking and sparking at every touch and all his senses felt heightened.

Fingers traced down her sides in a slow, teasing dance as his gaze remained upon hers before reaching her hips and eventually cupping a hand to the apex of her legs. He raised an eyebrow at her warmth and readiness and with just a smile as a warning, slipped a finger inside her.

In a low voice, he spoke, "Tell me you missed this." She had already confirmed that a million times over, it was both in her words and body language. But he always enjoyed the power play they had on each other.

"Oho, do I remember," she chuckled. She leaned into him whenever she could, even for brief, fluttering touches. Just to be close to him again was electrifying, and she subconsciously gave just the tiniest nod of her head when his warm hand cupped between her legs. Her folds welcomed his finger, her nerves on high alert from his teasing dance along her sides.

"Not a bit," she said all-too-quickly, pressing her hips into his hand. Her own hand grasped him a little more firmly, letting the pad of her thumb circle his sensitive head. "You first."

There was no hiding how they felt anymore. They knew the truth. Which made their power play all the more enjoyable, she thought.

At the mercy of her hand, his back arched and he swallowed back a pleased groan with that. Really? Had it been that long? (The answer, again, was yes.)

But two could play that game as he added some pressure to his ministrations, hoping to rub all the right places. "You'd think it lewd if I admitted to what I missed." Which was half true and half a joke to tease her.

His hips moved in time with her strokes, enticing him even further.

River pressed her lips together, eyes half-sliding shut as she held in a groan of pleasure. It took him only a moment to remember how to navigate her, how to press and tease all those little hot spots she had. And oh, he was clever in his words.

"You'll think it lewd how much I'd get off on hearing it, sweetie." Not her best retort, perhaps, it was all she could manage with the firm pressure of his finger and the rhythm of his hips complementing her strokes on his pulsing cock. She felt so alive, mind nearly dizzy from their building heat.

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