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Bonobo Meme

Bonobo Meme

Sex is a dirty, taboo act that needs to be restricted to — No, scratch that.

The place you live now has a sex-friendly, sex-positive culture. Sex is a social activity often used to strengthen bonds and it's no big deal to discuss or indulge openly. It's always been this way — your character has grown up accordingly so there's no excuse for blushy blushy inhibitions. General physical affection that doesn't necessarily end in sex is also very highly encouraged and thought to better one's well being.

So go out there and touch someone. It's for the good of the group.

HOW TO

- Post a top comment, including the usual information in the header. Listing preferences for pairings, prompts, and kinks is also recommended.
- Tag around using the prompts provided or your own ideas!

PROMPTS

ANGER — Fighting with a friend and need to settle yourselves down? Maybe your friend is angry at something/someone else or even themselves! Take them aside and help blow off some steam.
HAPPINESS — You're so happy you could kiss someone. That and more is a perfectly acceptable form of celebration!
SADNESS — Someone's looking down in the dumps, but a little affection goes a long way.
JEALOUSY — They can't have the one they want, but maybe you can take their mind off of them. Or perhaps you're the one being pined after and you feel like throwing them a bone?
REMORSE — You've wronged them, they've wronged you. Now it's time to reconcile your differences and make up. By making out.
FEAR — Whether in the middle of being kidnapped or just watching a scary movie, you'll hold them, comfort them, pet them a little... or a lot.
ANXIETY — There's an upcoming big game/job interview/boss battle/other important event and someone's feeling jittery. Willing to lend a hand to help calm their nerves?
CURIOSITY — Wow! This person really fits your type to a T, whether due to looks or their proclivities that you've discovered through frank discussion. Luckily, it's no big deal to tell them as much.
GRATITUDE — You are bursting with it and ready to lavish it upon this person.
LOYALTY — You've got their back; you'd never do them wrong. It's time to show it and foster some camaraderie.
PLAYFULNESS — Tickle fights, cops and robbers, or distraction tactics for the workaholic in your life. It's all in the name of fun!
BOREDOM — No seriously, you've been in this line forever. It's not like anyone around is going to mind a show, right?
WE DO WHAT WE WANT — The obligatory wildcard option because this list is by no means exhaustive.

(Taken from here.)

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Briefly Leah wonders if she is being too possessive. If it is fair to deny him time with a friend long gone? It is true that his words had hurt and that she does not handle hurt well. Mostly she lashes out, prone to push away and walk off to never return. Maybe she should try and give in to the fact that she is afraid to be without him one day, that she is not unable to love. But instead of opening her mouth Leah remains silent, listening to his words while leaning in to his touches. When he has taken hold of her hands she cannot help stroking his fingers with the tips of her fingers.

“I know,” she finally tells him, her voice less hard than it was before. When her mouth opens again she hesitates before speaking knowing she is not good at this. “I know you have missed her. Perhaps I should have not requested your presence the way I did.”

Or tell him to leave. Multiple times. Or hint at their relationship being over. Where would she be without him? What would she do? Run further? Would she find solace in loneliness?

Probably not, and when she talks again she whispers a soft:

“I do not wish you to go.”

He should know by now that there are things they both do when they are angry that the both of them definitely do not mean. He tolerates her pushing, knows somewhere, even emotionally that this thing they have is more than a temporary fix. It's more than just a relationship, and he has enough faith in the both of them to make this work.

Whichever way her thoughts take her, he'll keep trying - because he knows it's what she needs from him sometimes. Sometimes it's space, and he can give that too, but this time - he couldn't. Didn't think it would be good for either of them.

Which is why her fingertips are brushing against his, why she's letting him in. Perhaps they'd both done wrong, he certainly felt sure that he had, spending time with Sakura had been important, of course - but over spending time with his girlfriend, when he'd been away for several days?

"I'm not going." He whispered back, ducking his head and letting his cheek brush against hers, taking in a deep breath as if breathing her in. The fact that she found it so easy to dismiss him was painful, but a part of him understands. Even if it still hurts even now.

"Ain't goin' nowhere."

Sometimes Leah wonders if she is ever able to understand the dynamic of a relationship in a proper way. Loneliness has been her only friend for a very long time until a boy called Naruto crossed her path. Until he decided to seek her out and stuck with her through middle school, high school and university. When he decided to stand there, right after they celebrated their graduation, and confessed his love.

"I hurt you didn't I?" she whispers softly after she feels him moving closer to her, his cheek brushing against hers. "I know jealousy is most unsightly..." Leah leans in a little, allowing herself to open up to him a bit more. Still, to admit that he is her only friend and that losing him is becoming something that scares her more and more each day.

"I do not wish to hurt you..." Leah kisses his cheek briefly. "...Yet I do not know what else I can do..."

Naruto is the one that holds this relationship together, and sometimes that knowledge burns him like he'd shoved his hand into scalding water. Sometimes, and usually in the dead of night he wakes beside her and wonders whether this is something he ought to stop chasing, and yet every time she manages to do something either in that very moment or the following day that lets him know that he needs to fight for this - for the both of them, because whatever has tainted her beliefs, needs to be rectified. That, and he loves her.

Then there are moments like this, when he knows that he ought to be able to tell her that the reason she pushes him away is because perhaps she's scared. He wonders it, but until she knows it for herself, it's pointless to push the issue.

So, they're left in this limbo.

"It's okay." He's sure that he will always find a way to forgive her, some things obviously the exception to that rule - but she holds his heart in her hands, and has done, whether she knows it or not, since only a few days after they'd started dating. "Just... talk t'me you know? Let me know if somethin's upsettin' you. I won't be mad. I'm never mad with ya."

"Talk to me as well, Naruto," she replies with a soft voice, her fingers still moving over his. "I am not blind to the current situation." Leah knows very well that she has no feeling for relationships. She is distant and cold and when she touches him it happens during moments of passion, where she allows herself to ignore her fear. And he...he gives her everything. His entire heart.

"Tell me."

Leah sighs softly.

"I know I am not an easy person to...love."

"Yeah... I know." He muttered in response, shifting his weight beside her to try and get comfortable, which was a lot easier now that she was at least letting him in and apparently happy to have this discussion. Not that it was terribly easy. He still felt that ache her words had left, despite his awareness that she didn't particularly mean them.

Leah is difficult to love, but it doesn't mean he will love her any less, he knows it's not him, and really there's nothing he can do but be himself. Still, she had asked him a question - and like everything else, he would give her what she wanted.

"... It hurts, when you make it seem so easy for you to... break up."

Edited (how was that an appropriate icon?) 2014-07-01 18:26 (UTC)

When Naruto shifts to the side Leah turns to watch him, her hands slipping away from his so she can rest them on his chest. The only light that shines into the room is the light coming from the livingroom of their cramped, little apartment but she still can see the light blue of his eyes.

"It is not easy." Her voice is neutral. "But you might grow tired of this. Whatever this is." A hand creeps up to his cheek, stroking it gently. "You overcame your loneliness. We used to depend on eachother because there were no others. But yours came, your friends. And mine did not...I am not able to...properly make friends..." Leah takes a soft breath. "...except for you. There is no one else."

It is unfair to cling to one person, afraid to lose them, afraid to go back to what she had been. Loneliness is a fearful thing.

He's quick to shift his hands, letting them curl around hers where they pressed against his chest, only gentle in his touch, thumb sneaking in under her palm to brush against it in the hopes the affection would be soothing for her. Listening is easy enough, and he tries hard to take it all in, make sense of how she feels, comprehend.

Those blue eyes fall closed when there's a hand on his cheek, soaking in the touch and wishing he knew what the right words were to tell her how he feels. He would promise her forever, but he didn't think she would accept it from him, even if he meant it. She gets his full attention again, once the words seem to come to him.

"If you don't wanna break up - don't... say stuff like that. It's okay to get mad, hell - everyone gets mad with me, y'know? Just-- tell me. Don't think I'd ever stop lovin' you. Not if you were mad, not if you really did want this t'stop."

Leah keeps stroking his cheek slowly, listening to his words. They are hard to accept, hard to interpret, hard to place. It is never just something she can just understand or accept.

"I am not mad." It is hard to keep the annoyance out of her voice. Leah does not feel less for being different than everyone else, to think different than them all. She knows who she is, she knows what she wants and she knows she is not one for change. Except when everything gets turned upside down. "But I see that some situations might be better for you. And perhaps you will realize that as well, sooner or later."

He's quick to frown again, mostly because of himself - it frustrates him when she gets annoyed, and he doesn't need the tone she held back to know whether she is or not. It's plain as day to him, and perhaps it's just one of the reasons that they stay bound together.

"You tryin' to say you think I should go out with Sakura?" The question is blunt, sure - but he doesn't want a fight, just wants to be sure that's what she meant.

"Will it make you happier?"

Leah looks at him, unblinking. Half of her expects Naruto to talk of forevers and love again and the other half expects him to admit to that. And if he would she would not be surprised, she would not hold anything against him because their friendship would do as well, right? Naruto would never really disappear, she knows that much.

But then there is always that fear of being alone. But even that she can overcome, she hopes. He won't ever be gone.

"--No."

There's barely a second's silence between the question and his response, he's sincere, as always - and it isn't even a case of needing to think the question through. Sakura is a friend, nothing more, nothing less - and Leah. Leah is his world. Whether she stood right by him during difficult times or not (although she had) she would still be right there in the centre of his universe. Perhaps, the stars that surrounded them lit everything up much more, but he could only see a life with her, a future where they would be together.

He was just as quick to shake his head, rolling over again, but this time with every intention to take her with him, pinning her down against the bed easily - knees either side of her hips, hands pressed against the pillow, one each side of her ears.

"I love you, Leah. There ain't anyone else I wanna be with. No one. It's you an' me. Always. Until-- Until somethin' explodes everything."

It happens in a flash. Leah blinks with her eyes and Naruto has her pinned underneath him and those bright, blue eyes are looking right at her. Of course he would talk about love. Because he did love her. Unconditionally so. And it touches her like it always does. There is something oddly special in hearing someone else say that they love her.

She remains silent for a while, mulling those words over. It felt strangely like that moment where he had stood in front of her, confessing his feelings and hoping she could answer them.

"Until something explodes everything..." Leah murmurs with a frown on her face. "That would take an awful long time." The words are not even a joke, she speaks them as if they are the greatest mystery to mankind. While she thinks and wonders she moves one finger to trace his jawline.

"Forever."

For a moment he wonders if she's going to retort to his sudden movements with coarse words, but nothing comes, just silence and then - fear bubbling up in his stomach. He wasn't wrong. He wasn't wrong.

Just like her memories, his own mind replays that moment - the one that had brought them together in this, the same sick feeling that filled him from bottom to top, that threatened to spill out in the form of angry heated words and tension in his muscles - but the wait is worth it.

That Leah would choose a moment like this to show he playful side was absurd, and so he knows those words are sincere, thoughtful and despite how it might seem to others - they are an admission of truth.

A gentle touch against his jaw seems to make every muscle in his body relax, forcing him to sag slightly under his own weight - but his eyes stay on hers, allowing himself a small nod.

"Forever. Yeah."

Leah notices the sudden tension in him and she also notices how it ebbs away right after her touch. For a moment she wonders why people have always been so unkind to him. When she first heard his name she knew he was 'that lonely boy sitting on the swing'.

"I never quite understood why they treated you like such an outcast. Or why they did not care for you. Why they found joy in beating you up." She studies his face while talking. "I have never understood this reasoning. But if it is forever you wish...I will try to give that to you."

Surprise crosses his face when she speaks of their youth, it sticks - there even whilst she gives her word that she will try to give him this thing he can't put a value on. It's clear what's happening between them, and it's something he had longed for, but only with her.

The words almost lose their grasp in his thoughts, but he hangs tight, and eventually shifts his body down against her, gentle and innocently enough in the circumstance. Carefully, he grips one of her shoulders in a hand, the other letting his fingers to splay and thread into her hair.

"I-- thank you."

She does not frequently talk about their past. About those moments where she carefully treated the scrapes on his knees or the bruises in his face. Or where she cursed at him for being so careless. And when he moves again, his body close to hers, she nods at his words of thanks.

Forever is a long time. And she finds herself unsure if she could give him forever. And she is not sure if she could ever tell him that there is a reason that her forever might be a little shorter than the forever he hopes for. Maybe she should tell him of her father. Of her mother. Of their wealth. Of her upbringing.

But there never has been a good time. There never has been a right moment. And she has never been able to do it. To get such a story out of her mouth. Instead of that she kisses him, fingers moving through his short, blond hair.

There's nothing to see in his face but the pleasure he gets from seeing her acceptance of not only the words but the way he'd moved over her - the fact that this was obviously okay.

He doesn't know about her past, not through lack of trying to find out - but it had only taken him to question her once and he never did it again, hoping instead that maybe one day she would explain. Maybe.

That was for another time though, because right now there was a kiss, and his eyes flutter closed thanks to both that, and the fingers in his hair. Fingers that he loves the feeling of, especially when she's doing that. He doesn't kiss her for very long, but pulls away and gently falls back beside her on the bed, a hand reaching up to touch one of her hands, hoping to encourage more of those touches.

Leah's movements are still a little awkward and when he pulls away she finds herself annoyed all over again. It is hard to open up and even harder to completely understand why he is pulling away again.

"Naruto...," she utters, fingers closing around two of his when she feels him searching for her hand. Slowly she rolls over to her side so she can face him. "I would like to have your lips onto mine."

At first, he's not really sure this is what she wants - but that look says everything. He might be tired, exhausted from the emotional roller coaster it felt like they'd been riding, no matter how quickly it was over.

Her demands earn a grin, and he nods once, shifting to rest his elbow on the pillow, pressing his head against his palm whilst he leans in, close enough to kiss her. It frees his other hand up though, and that gently catches at her cheek, fingers slowly sliding into her hair as he kisses her again, with every intention of keeping it up until she suggests they stop.

He has her groaning into the kiss quick enough, fingers curling into his shirt. Leah pries a leg between his, her foot brushing against his. Forever is a long time. The words keep running through her mind, knowing so very well that she cannot give him that. They will not grow old together. Not the way he sees it.

Something hurts inside of her when it occurs that he will be alone again eventually. Without her. Without his parents. And it only makes her kiss him harder, her eyes squeezed shut.

His knees shift apart pretty easily, but he's used to this. Leah tends to get what she wants, and in the haze of whatever happens between them when they end up in a place like this, somehow she manages to convey her desires to him. More often than not it takes a more physical prompting - but she's good at that, too.

He's oblivious to the things going on in her mind, sure that this is just the fallout of an argument that ended badly. In this moment he vows to think twice before arranging his time - Leah came first after all. Always.

It's with that thought that he threads both sets of hands into her hair, dropping to his elbows to press closer to her, kisses turning into something that tells much more of what he wants.

As usual their kiss changes quickly from warm and loving to something more deep and passionate. He always knows how to appeal to her more lustful side and Leah sees no reason to break the kiss they’re sharing.

But when she does break the kiss she is panting heavily, her chest rising and falling in a quick way, hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
“I think I would like to listen to your words of love,” she whispers while her hands disappear underneath his shirt, long fingers sliding over his skin.

These feelings are mutual.

Naruto's used to things changing drastically in a short space of time between the two of them, and as good as it is to kiss her - there is no comparison to finally hearing those words.

His own breath comes from him slow and shuddery once they've separated. He has to glance down between them, glancing back up into Leah's eyes - trying to put the pieces together about the things she means.

"Now?" He muttered quietly, because those were some mixed messages, and fingers on his skin tell him a different story about what she wants.

"Whisper them to me," Leah replies with a soft voice before she moves to press a kiss against his cheek, right beneath one of his ears, his neck. And meanwhile her fingers run over his abdomen, nails raking over his skin a little.

Actually, she just wants both. That warm feeling in the pit of her stomach, that urge that makes her want to pull him close and never let go, the intense feeling of him taking her.

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