Memesical ([personal profile] socket2me) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2014-04-12 04:26 pm

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Shower Sex Meme

the SHOWER SEX meme

> Your character is in the shower with another character because they're close enough to do that together.
> You're helping each other get clean.
> You start getting freaky. Maybe this is the sequel to earlier sex or just unwinding after a bad week.
> If you're from a canon that is set in the olden days or a world without showers, you're in a bath or a hot springs or a bathhouse.
puppydogeyes: (ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ | ᴀᴢᴀᴡᴀᴋʜ)

you're getting ax-based ok

[personal profile] puppydogeyes 2014-04-12 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a cliché in this, washing someone's back, but even if Taylor cared enough to be aware of that the rest of the situation would probably balance it out. Manticores had been a threat so far shaded into the dark that she could have almost forgot about them, until this organised exploration into the ship had drawn them out, as if the passengers needed to be reminded of their existence. They'll have reminder enough to hold on to now.

It's likely the wound on Natasha's back will scar. There hadn't been time to get it stitched up before the jump, and now it's mildly irritated from the stasis fluid. Taylor's done her best to wash it out, to keep any shower soap from getting in it, her hands steady and firm on Natasha's skin. It's pragmatic, practical, focussing on the necessary rather than think too much further into the reports she's going to have to write up and review, headcounts, how many lost and how many injured.]


Should find a doctor.

[Murmured, low over the drum of water hitting off the shower's white, anti-slip flooring.]
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yessSSS

[personal profile] debts 2014-04-14 09:46 am (UTC)(link)
Damnit, Jim.

[ It's cliche, but Natasha doesn't have a problem with that. Tropes, for a while, used to be held in the hand that lay parallel to her fist — it would be hypocritical, and Natasha's trying to be more obvious these days. Under the water, the red of her hair turns the color of old blood, gathered over one shoulder.

It's likely the wound will scar. That's nothing — the manticores are over, and that means the fear is over, for now. And that's enough.

Natasha hums, just a little, and tips her chin to look at Tyke over her shoulder.
]

I hope that translates.