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

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"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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