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the awkward first time / exploring each other meme

the awkward first time / exploring each other meme

You've never had sex before. It's okay to admit it. Or maybe, if we're being generous, you've never had sex with this person before. Either way, you're in a similar position. You're just learning what this person likes.

After all, no one person is the same, especially not in the bedroom. Anyone knows that and if you don't...well, you're not in for a good time.

In any case, you love them or at least like them enough that you want to make them feel good. That's going to take a bit of testing the waters. What kind of touches do they like? How hard can you go? Of course, you may feel worried and awkward. You could hurt them, couldn't you, if you're much bigger than them? They seem so delicate. What if you bite? You could get too excited, and then they'd never, ever want to see you again. Or, worst of all, what if you...you know...too soon?

Hopefully, things won't get too awkward.

Comment with your character and preferences.
Don't leave your comment completely blank! Mention what you'd like to focus on - character development, partners learning about themselves and the other, awkwardness, humor, adorableness, or a mix of all that plus smut.
The sex won't be perfect.
If you want to play your character younger, age downs and teenage AUs are perfectly fit for this meme.
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[ bio. kinks. i'd love to do a scene of amber's first time with someone in a romantic way, where it's not just sex. they've had fun together before but this is different. she'll be nervous about being vulnerable with her partner and fumble sometimes. something playful, fluffy, can still be kinky/smutty but definitely not perfect! obvs assumed cr is ok for this. ]

Edited 2014-03-14 00:27 (UTC)

[Could be before she's queen, during, or after she's abandoned her castle. Anastasia is more familiar with hetero sex so it'll be especially awkward with women.]

[Awkward, probably-still-really-really-in-the-closet teenager here. Can be during his last two years at Hogwarts or after. Assumed cr is pretty much a must. Gonna be fairly vanilla unless your character is really persuasive...]

[[ooc:He can be as awkward as you want.]]

The reception had been lovely. More than lovely. She had actually been able to stop feeling so nervous about what would come after the party: the wedding night. She had eaten well, drank too much, and danced more than she could ever remember doing so at any previous party.

The whole day after leaving the church had whirled right by them.

In the carriage on the way to the cottage on the Holmes estate, she couldn't stop giggling. Leaning against her new husband, resting her head on his shoulder, she threaded her fingers through his.

"That was so much fun. You're such a wonderful dancer..." He really was. She was going to have to get him to dance with her more often.

She tilted her head up to look at him, "Did you enjoy yourself, husband?" She grinned at that because they truly were married now. She was married. She never thought she would feel so giddy over such a prospect...

Edited 2014-03-15 20:58 (UTC)

Sherlock is quietly content, filled with wine and dancing all in a pleasant blur. Joan is warm.
He kisses her softly on her hand, humming a little.

He's a little nervous. Wedding night and all.
He's practiced - alone, been through situations in his head, but - he's still a bit - like a virgin, and there's a flush on his cheek.

He had been waiting for this day for some time and now it's almost over and just begun.
Will he function properly as a husband? Obviously he expresses none of this to Joan, ever. Holmes gentlemen weren't insecure about anything.

"Mmm, I'm sure Mother will want another celebration in the future, dear wife." Joan shouldn't notice. She's happy and a bit drunk.

Joan smiles at the kiss to her hand but then frowns when he mentions his mother, "Your mother doesn't like me."

She knew the only reason she had been able to marry Sherlock was because his father approved of her. He was a sweet man. Much like the kind of father she had always wanted for herself.

"Mother doesn't like anyone, it's nothing personal," he squeezes her hand gently. "At least now, other than Father's approved outings, we can be alone without scandal."

He likes that.

That manages to make her smile again, raising their joined hands to kiss his, "I'm sure we can remedy that."

Because for how proper Sherlock tried to be, Joan already knew he liked a little... adventure. He grew bored very easily.

Sherlock did like a bit of adventure and some things that weren't always proper by his parents.
Though his father didn't encourage it, he tended to look the other way.

Mother was a different story.
"That was the point of following through with the engagement."
Sherlock would have maybe even if he didn't like Joan. He just... would have kept himself in his lab or away on business.

Even though he didn't want to be his parents.

She tilted her head up to look at him again, "The only point?"

He smiles at her a bit. "No, of course not." He likes her company, but expressing it in those terms is not something he does.

Instead he kisses her hand, looking at her with a smirk on his face.

She purses her lips in an attempt to not smile. It doesn't really work because she ends up hiding her face against his shoulder as she giggles.

And then, once she's done, her cheeks flushed, she leans up to press a little kiss to his lips.

He lets out a pleased hum at that, kissing her on the side of the mouth once it finishes, brushing his thumb against her cheek and then her nose.

He can do this now, after all... it's proper.

She giggles at the touches again, happy and not minding how she was blushing. She reaches forward with a hand to trace along one of his cheekbones before carding her fingers through his short hair.

"I think you're so beautiful..." Another thing that happens when she drinks too much wine. She doesn't guard her words.

He blushes at her words, glad the carriage has pulled up so he can light off and help her down properly, a bit closer than he has been even throughout the engagement.

It might be so she doesn't stumble, but he does appreciate the honesty.
"You look lovely," he comments, sincerely.

He knows that they're initiating something, shy as the both of them are being.

She wraps her arms around his neck easily, waiting until they are out of the carriage to ask, "Are you going to carry me across the threshold, husband?"

He smiles a bit, and hoists her up a bit. She's a little heavier, but that's fine. He nods and swallows a little.
He's ready for this, he thinks.

"Are you ready then, Mrs. Holmes?"
So strange. She's his now, and - he wouldn't want it another way.

She thinks she is, too. She hopes she is.

"Yes, Mr. Holmes." She grins at him, heart racing. She's still so anxious about what they are going to do and yet... She's glad it's with him. She wants to be his and have him become hers, not simply through rings and ceremony.

He grins and carries her across the threshold. He has to get up the stairs and put her down on the bed, fetching to light the lamps.

He wants to be hers as much as she is supposed to be his.
Of course Mother wants grandchildren, but... he really doesn't care about that.

He's not allowed someone this close to give them this sort of chance.
He turns to face her, blushing shyly.

By the time he turns to where she is on the bed, her eyes will be closed, still smiling to herself and sprawled out lazily since he set her down.

"So soft...," she slurred to herself.

"Egyptian cotton," he replies, going to wash his hands first.
That's right isn't it?

He's really - hitting a blank on proper procedure.
He turns to her a bit, shy.

"I'll admit I've never done this, so -"
how do you want it?

Joan rubs her hands along the soft fabric, keeping her eyes closed, drowsiness making her forget for a moment...

"Never done what?"

And then she opens her eyes and remembers. She gives a little laugh before pushing herself up into sitting. She covers her face with both hands before dropping them back into her lap.

"I haven't, either. In fact," and she's just as embarrassed to admit this, "you are the first and only man I have ever kissed."

He approaches the bed almost soundless, sliding himself on the bed, grinning and biting his lip
He's feeling awkward, but also ... he wants.
He wants a lot.

He does grin at her comment, entirely pleased with that response.
In fact, he should probably be the more confident one.

He makes himself comfortable and faces her properly, mirroring the way she's sitting.
"I suppose we should kiss again, then." He leans in, this time there's a bit less... gentle exploring and more heat to the tone of it.

She finds herself grinning again before their lips meet and the heat in this kiss has her making a breathy noise into his mouth, eyes closing. She's adding more pressure to it from her end before having to part for air, her lips dragging against his. Not wanting to stop but needing to.

He smiles shyly and lets out a bit of a laugh, ducking his head. This is different, very, very different, really.

He's not compartmentalized it yet.
He tugs on the cuff of her dress, curious.

Surely there wouldn't be any harm in removing clothing because he's feeling the room is a bit heated.

Interesting, he'll have to process that later.

Joan leans in for another kiss, fingers fiddling with the buttons on his waist coat. She felt a hot flush go through her whole body at the thought of being naked in front of him. And of seeing him without clothes on.

When they part from that kiss, she bites down on her bottom lip. Should they wait? Should they really go through with this now?

"Should we..." She slowly undoes one button, looking up at him expectantly. She felt so silly for not being able to say it out loud.

Should we undress?

He shrugs, chuckling a little. "That's usually how one consummates a marriage, as I understand."
He'd done some research but the possibility of variables was so great, research made almost no sense at all.

He might move so that he's a bit closer.
She's going to be more complicated, so --- he'll wait for her to undo the buttons of his waistcoat and perhaps untuck the shirt before he moves rather quickly, to tug at what she's wearing, unsure if it's a race of who can be undressed the fastest.

Joan had tried doing some research, too. Unfortunately, the book she had used was mostly illustrations of different... positions.

Which, aren't really going to help her when her new husband is pulling at her dress so suddenly, there's a loud rip in the silence of the room. She can feel air at her back and her mouth is hanging open, in utter shock.

"You--you ripped my wedding dress!" That her mother had worked so hard on sewing!

She reaches forward and rips Sherlock's shirt, fabric tearing and buttons flying. She then shoves him to where he falls back onto the bed.

"You do not treat a lady in such a way," she says hotly.

"S-sorry!" He stammers, not meant to have damaged her dress... he was just enthusiastic, but those Justifications would not do. She's probably right.

Still, his face is rather flushed and his lips are quirked up in amusement. He feels... very very warm at that, that she can defend herself. Push him back if needed.

He feels less... insecure that he might hurt her.
He'll be more careful and she'll defend herself.

Good, they've worked something of this out.

"I just - I thought..."
That was the problem. He wasn't thinking at all.

She was feeling enthusiastic, too. But she was enjoying taking it slow. So she's making a face at that smile he's got on his face.

Moving to lean over him, "I don't think you were thinking." She then gives his exposed stomach a little smack. Not nearly enough to hurt but enough to give a little shock through the skin.

Of course she was going to defend herself. She was known by other men for being too independent as it was.

"That's exactly it, I wasn't..." Just like now. The slap stung a little, but he feels warm and heated.
"I - allow me to ... express my apologies, and I'll... I'll see the dress is repaired."

He doesn't want this ruined by stupidity.
"My needlework isn't the best, I admit."

He's still flushing, trying not to - fuck he wants to touch himself or bathe, his body is sending mixed messages about what it wants.

She remained above him, a faint smirk coming to her lips, "See that you do, husband."

And her hand smoothes itself up to his chest, feeling and following the flush along pale skin. Her fingers find a nipple. She gently rubs at it, watching his face. Curious.

Although he tried to keep back the sound, that came from his lips and the fact his body moved suddenly to be closer to hers - a nerve then, definitely a nerve...

There's a tingle between his thighs and up his stomach at that, just - a bloody nerve.

"Hrm!" he manages, trying to bite it back.
It's just - in his nature to not be particularly obscene, even though it's his own house, such urges are usually in the late morning after the maid arrives. When it does, that is. Rarely.

Maybe that explains his nerves over this.
He supposes he deserves it for ripping her dress.

"I didn't mean it-" he starts again, brain obviously thinking about other matters. He leans up trying to cup her cheek and thread his fingers on the nape of her neck and kiss her pink lips.

She rubs at that nipple again, applying a little more pressure this time. She whispers against his lips, leaning down for him, "Don't silence yourself. I want to hear you."

Rubbing her nose with his, she grins a wicked sort of grin then, "And you can rip my undergarments all you want. Just not the dress my mother helped to make."

He huffs - not quite a moan but, he moves his hand a bit to cup her breast, heavily padded by the dress and her underthings.

He might be a bit more exposed than she.
He grins back.

She gives a breathless laugh at that, moving both hands to his chest. As she's splaying them against the soft skin and giving the nipples a little pinch, she pushes into that hand on her breast.

"Well? Will you undress me?"

He grins and gives a little laugh, nodding, pushing a bit and then reaching around for the ties on the garments.
He's not sure of the mechanics of women's underthings, but he'll want to take them off rather efficiently.

He's also reaching for the hem of the underdress, blushing a bit about lifting her skirts and pulling it over her head. Or maybe he should slip it over her shoulders, he doesn't know.

There's probably another sound of fabric ripping when he slips the undergarment over one shoulder. "S-sorry wife," he says, with a bit of embarrassment and yet a quiet, eager affection.

It's intimate and new and different.

Edited 2014-03-22 14:52 (UTC)

This time when there's a rip, she giggles, leaning down to press another kiss to his lips. Her cheeks are flushed from the hand pushing up her skirts, knowing he will feel her slips and bare thigh under those.

"Let me help," she mutters against his mouth before pushing away and then up. She carefully makes her way off the bed long enough to slip one arm out of one sleeve and then the other, pushing the dress down to where she could simply step out of it. Her arms go up to cover her cleavage before turning her back to Sherlock.

Over her shoulder to him, "Undo my corset?" Because she truly did need help in getting that off.

He gets up off the bed, feeling a bit tingly and it might take a couple tries before he can get it loose enough for the sides to pull apart.
He's a bit inclined to press a kiss to the back of her neck, there's a particularly ginger freckle there that strikes his fancy.

Or maybe it's the fact that she is his wife. Even freckles are perfection.
Young love, of course.

He wants it to stay like this.

Edited 2014-03-23 00:50 (UTC)

She grins at the kiss to her neck, hands reaching down to help him tug the piece off. When she turned back around, he would see how her slip was made of sheer material, thin enough to rip as Sherlock had found out earlier.

Her hands return to his chest as she moves between his legs, leaning in to drop kisses all over his face. Brow, eyelids, cheeks, nose.

Edited 2014-03-23 01:51 (UTC)

He tries to catch her lips as she kisses him, quite aroused as he pulls on what keeps the strap over her shoulder. He shouldn't try and tear the strap from where it joins to the fabric. And there's her petticoats.

He likes the kisses, he will let out a quiet laugh, putting an arm round her as he pushes the slip to the floor.

Her arms go around his neck as he pulls her closer and the slip is going to the floor, leaving her chest bare. Her cheeks have never felt so hot. She presses her face into his hair, both embarrassed and exhilarated by her nudity.

"Mm," he hums, kissing her right breast and then her left. Careful. She might be a plucky woman, his plucky little Joan, after all, but - there is a sense to be careful and a lack of what he should do with himself, as aroused as he is, he'll probably pull her to the bed on top of him, still kissing her chest, ear pressed close to her heart, listening to it beat. She's nervous and excited.

He really - the mechanics of this he'd never really bothered with - he figured they would figure out what they liked ... he knew the basics, but... he wants to take his time.

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