the intimacy meme

[bottecellie]

The Intimacy Meme

 

Intimacy is the glue of any relationship, albeit romantic or friendship. It's getting to the root of humanity, and expanding upon ourselves and letting others in.

 

Rules:

1. Post with your character.

2. Go to rng and roll from 1-10.

3. Post to others.

4. Profit!!

 

Scenes:

1. First Kiss. Maybe you've been harboring feelings or maybe this is random. But it feels good to be that close to someone.

 

2. Love Confession. You have been head over heels for this person and now it's time to try and get close to them.

 

3. Secrets. You've been hiding yourself from someone and now it's time to stop. They need to know the real you.

 

4. First Time. First time you have sex is always nerve racking, but it's in these moments that you show how much you truly care about someone.

 

5. Shower. Perhaps you've been together for awhile. Maybe you've told each other everything. Maybe you're just dirty and need to get cleaned up. But letting the water flow between two people is still pretty intimate.

 

6. Post-Coital Bed. Do you feel talkative after sex? Want to ponder the meaning of life / if you guys are more than a one-night stand? Better to do it after the deed probably... at least your partner will be in a good mood?

 

7. Road Trip. Good for that bonding experience you never had! Bad diner food and weird landmarks you never knew you wanted to see! Will it bring you closer to your friend / lover?

 

8. Drunk. Are you the happy or sad kind? Clingy, or flighty? Maybe you just need a hug, to snuggle close... to whoever's around at the time!

 

9. Winter. What could be a better time to curl up with a book, or exchange soft words in the glow of the fire? Hot chocolate time!

 

10. Free verse. Did I leave something out? Want to combine? Make up your own or pick from the others.

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[scoffed]

Loki was an unspoken passion Sif had never known before. A passion fed on by fury and rage that he poured into her now as he pressed her up against the metal of the cage. Sif... had never really thought about him in this way before, so experiencing it was a strange thing because she wasn't sure what to expect from him.

Then he bit her lip. Hard enough that she tasted her own blood on his lips as he kissed her. Making her make a sharp sound of pain. His passion was something that could not be easily felt by others. But on her it almost felt like it belonged.

Sif was a warrior. She fed on the adrenaline that came from conquering and even of being hurt herself. Each pain brought more strength from her. Fed her own righteous passion. Loki was giving her pain, feeding that passion, and then he was possessing it. Making himself the sole focus of it. He was feeding into her and taking all of her all at once and she couldn't find the common sense to stop him. Her mind was a blur of pain and passion and he was just an outlet for her.

She was aware of her hair falling loose from it's ties, of his hand at her back, undoing her armor. He was firm against her and kept her still beneath him as he took what he wanted from her while she bled into him. She was at a loss for control and intelligent thought and wasn't sure what to do about it.

So the hand that had been a fist at her side came up to the back of his neck now. She gripped his hair firmly, curling her hand tightly against the back of his head and pulling at the hairs to do so. Her own mouth was harsh and demanding of his, teeth scraping against teeth and tongue fighting for dominance. She was lost in him, but even now she fought his control even as she let him strip her slowly.

[godoftricks]

This felt...good. That was surprising. Pleasantly so, but surprising nonetheless. Loki had expected his enjoyment of this to come from what he was doing to her, not from anything she was doing back. But as it turned out, she was good at this. Biting him, struggling against him, pulling at his hair the same way he was pulling at hers. She seemed not only to like this, but to want it, even though she hated him. Perhaps because she hated him.

Would she hate herself when they were done? That thought made him smile against her lips.

Pulling back slightly, his pale eyes locked on hers and a clatter on the floor behind them indicated that he had discarded her breastplate there. Pressing in again, his lips went to her neck, which he nicked with his teeth and then kissed to leave a deliberate mark. His hand released her hair at last and dropped down, running over her torso now that its armor was done. He could feel the true shape of her now, the way her waist curved up into her chest and down into her hips. Her body was taught, muscular. But it still held softness. His hands moved up and over her chest, gentle at first before his fingers locked on her nipples and squeezed. Pinching. Tighter. Harder. And then he released them, and moved to undo the buttons of her undershirt. His hips pressed in against hers.

[scoffed]

When they were done? She hated herself from the moment he first kissed her.

But it seemed that part of her mind had shut down to let a more base instinct take her place. Something more primal and demanding and god was Loki fulfilling that desire now. She was almost forgetting it was him. Almost. He was still so harsh on her body and painful. It was hard to forget entirely when he was so rough on her.

His teeth were savage on her heck as his hands explored her body, bare of the breastplate now. She bit back a sound at the teeth on her neck, but then his hands were on her chest. Just gentle at first that it confused her. But then his grip was tight on her. Painful. He pinched her nipples and twisted them harshly. This time she made a pained sound between a cry and a moan as his hips pressed against hers. She didn't stop his hands as he started to undo her shirt. Tentatively her hands moved up along his arms, gripping his shoulders painfully as she tried desperately to remember how to breathe.

[godoftricks]

It was as though she was holding on to him, trying to keep herself upright. He winced at the grip of her fingers, and roughly pushed them away from him so that he could get her shirt off. Now, the material all gone, he let his eyes run over her. He had never seen her like this before, had never even imagined that he would. He had never pictured her as his lover, having assumed that one day she would be Thor's.

Of course, now Thor loved that human woman. Sif had been discarded.

Loki stepped forward again, now pulling her against him and raising his hand to grip and support the back of her neck. He kissed her lips again, and his other hand moved around to drag roughly over her back. And now he was moving, drawing her away from the bars and towards the bed she'd crashed into before. He had thrown her into it in anger; this was much better. Now he pushed her down, moving on top of her while he crushed his lips against hers.

[scoffed]

Never had she been bare before a man. She'd been saving herself for her husband after all, should she ever choose one. Deep down she knew she'd been waiting for Thor.

Thor wasn't hers. He had never been hers and he never would be. With that realization there was almost something... liberating. Liberating enough that Loki's touch disgusted her less.

Slightly less.

It was still Loki. The man she'd grown up being distrustful of, then learning to hate with the way he harmed everyone who loved him. Seeing her loved ones suffer over him made her ache. Loki was doing something with that ache now. Channeling it from anger into a passionate lust she wasn't entirely sure how to control.

At least Loki provided a focus. His hands dug against her back and made her press further against him as he kissed her. Her own hand was rough on his jaw as she held his face against hers. He would not have full control over her. No matter how much he tried. Even now as he guided her to the bed and pushed her down onto it. She was there for barely a moment before he was on top of her and his lips were against hers again.

She was vaguely aware that he tasted like winter.

Her kiss was harsh against his, almost desperate with the energy inside her. Teeth clashed against his as her tongue forced itself between his lips to meet his. She raised one knee, brushing her inner thigh against his outer thigh in a move that sent a shiver up her body. One hand was at his jaw again to hold him to her, the other at the base of his back to pull at his shirt. She would not be the only one bared.

[godoftricks]

She was forceful, angry and uncontrollable. She was everything he had always despised about her, everything he had ever wished to control. Everything that made him want to subjugate her further. He growled into her kiss, feeling how she fought him even now. But she wanted this, too. He could tell. The way she tore at his clothing, the way she moved her leg. He allowed his armor to melt away and moved his arms out of the shirt. Then he was against her, his long fingers tracing her skin and then suddenly digging in, pinching, clawing at.

His lips tore from hers and his teeth moved to ravage at her neck, kissing and biting and making his mark. He would mark her in every way he could, make them impossible to hide so that she would have to explain why they were there. He was fond of that thought. His hands moved down, running possessively over her curves and then sliding beneath her legs to encourage them to open. Then his hands were on her belt and the rest of her armor, and he was stripping her bare. He didn't care if she did the same thing to him. In fact, he welcomed it. Having her like this was good enough.

And then his hand slid between her legs, one long finger sliding in to run along the gap there. She was warm, and wet, which was a nice surprise. A smirk crossed his face, and he tilted his head to bite her shoulder again.

[scoffed]

Oh Gods!

He was nothing she was prepared to experience. He was as harsh as winter, biting into her skin with teeth and nails and making everything so sharp and clear. Each sharp pain brought a gasp or groan or a movement against him almost begging for more of it. She was a warrior. Pain reminded her how alive she was. She'd never realized it might also apply in a situation like this. With him of all people.

Her hips lifted into the air as he stripped her of her remaining armor and skirt. She was too lost in the moment to really stop and think about the why he was ravaging her neck. That it'd leave marks that Thor would almost assuredly ask after. That thought never crossed her mind, so she didn't stop him. She preferred pain to something gentle with him.

Then his hand was between her legs and she shook shuddered and groaned with surprise. Her eyes were on him at his initial touch. Then he bit into her shoulder and touched her again and she closed them again and let her head fall back with a heavy moan.

What was he doing to her?

[godoftricks]

He saw her look, and a strange shudder of pleasure went through him. To see her eyes on him like that, so bright and accusing, so filled with anger and pain, was good. Perhaps he liked it partially because he knew she wouldn't want to look at him. He was not pleasing to her, and yet he knew he was giving her pleasure now. What must that be doing to her mind? He liked the thought of it.

But then her eyes closed, as pleasure seemed to overtake her again. His hand between her leg was a contrast to what he was doing to her neck. His kisses remained forceful and intent on marking her, his tongue interspersing its movements with bites and nips from his teeth. His fingers were long, slender and so particular, exploring the sensitive folds of skin between her legs and testing each area to see what affected her the most. His fingertips danced over her clit, and then his foremost fingers moved down, sliding inside her in one movement. He stretched his thumb to continue the work on her clit, while his fingers moved in and out to prepare her.

[scoffed]

There really was no stopping the gasp of surprise and the shudder of pleasure that moved up her spine. No one had every touched her like this... in any way. Kissed her like this. Bit her like this. Been inside of her like this...

And yet here she was, letting Loki do all these things to her.

He definitely wasn't who she had ever imagined being with her like this. Giving her this pleasure. But here he was pressing his fingers into her and teasing her clit in a way that made her press her hips against him for more. She wasn't entirely sure where to go form here. But she wasn't exactly prepared to stop either. The pleasure in her was building and it was almost too intoxicating to really care about the man. She was almost using him at this point. Or so she convinced herself.

[godoftricks]

If he felt any emotion now, it was amusement. Dark amusement perhaps, but still amusement. He could hear the pleasure in her voice, in her shortness of breath. He could see and feel it in the way her hips raised up against his hand. As if she were asking him for more. As if she were begging for it.

A thrill of pleasure went through him as he imagined what it would be like to see her truly beg. To see Sif, proud as she was, on her knees to him. Perhaps that was a sight he would yet live to see. But not in this moment. Now, he had other things in mind.

He rid himself of the rest of his armor and came back to her. His fingers, wet from touching her, went to clamp around her shoulder, while he positioned himself at her hips and pressed into her. A low groan came from him as her heat spread throughout him, and then he began moving. He had never imagined doing this with her. There was so much he had not imagined. But he would take what pleasure he could from her, knowing how much he would hate both of them afterwards.

He leaned down while he moved, his teeth punctuating each movement against her neck.