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bakerstreet2014-11-20 08:07 pm
slaughtergreedy) wrote in bakerstreet2014-11-20 08:07 pm
/CLINGS FOREVER
action is fun and smut is nice and mysterious magical hijinks through space and time are the bomb diggity. and sometimes you just want to aggressively cuddle your friend/sibling/parent/pet/lover/acquaintance/this new person you are meeting now.
this meme is for just that: latching on and not letting go until that what/whoever has been cuddled.
how this works;
1. post your character with as much/little information as you want (name/series/preferences/whatever).
2. go to rng for a number for where and why the cuddles are happening. or just pick one.
3. respond to others.
4. cuddle. but like. really cuddle. no one is letting go until everyone is completely thoroughly cuddled.
a. where
1. by a heat source : because outside is cold but this fire/space heater/demon is warm and cozy and just right. winter is just getting started, okay.
2. away from a heat source : wow going out into the snow during a rainstorm a million miles from the nearest blanket was a poor choice--but wait. there's snuggles.
3. a private place : maybe you're watching a movie on the couch, maybe you're catching up on the newspaper in the breakfast nook, maybe it doesn't matter because whatever you're about to be cuddled.
4. a public place : cuddle time waits for no man or no "more appropriate" setting sometimes. out in a park, in an airport, in the middle of a food court--the time for snuggles is now and other people be damned.
5. somewhere else : if somehow a place which is unrelated to heat and/or neither in or outside. even in such a place there can still be cuddles.
b. why
1. the sleepies - it's been a long day and all you want to do is close your eyes for a bit. do this by claiming someone as a cuddle you can sleep on.
2. bad weather - heavy rain, thunder, blizzard, monsoon; these are things which ruin plans. luckily, they cannot ruin cuddles.
3. because surprise - is your buddy working too much and needs a distraction? are you being ignored when you need a hug? does the love just need to be spread? whatever it is, they won't see it coming until they're being snuggled.
4. activity conducive - maybe you're watching a movie or reading a book or squished together in a train car or dancing to the point of exhaustion or waiting in line for a thing. it's just super easy to change whatever you're doing into being a pile of cuddles. so do it.
5. so emotion very love - it's totally platonic but still totally overwhelming. the love you have for this person just needs to be expressed, and only a clinging of cuddles will do. hug them. hug them now and also forever.
6. jeepers creepers - was it a spider in the washroom, a ghost in the attic, a bad dream, a figment of your imagination, an actual serial killer? probably all. probably a nightmare ghost spider serial killer breaking out of your imagination. clinging to someone might fix it.
7. there, there, little friend - sick in bed, just been dumped or having some other sort of crappy day, you need someone to wrap their arms around you and make everything go away.
8. that other thing - whatever, you do what you want. you go, cuddle friend. you do your thing.
lovingly squished together out of these memes and cuddled together.
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And of course, while the rain goes on coming down in icy, slushy buckets thanks to the cold, the prospect of trying again to hit the road on Saturday is a lost cause. They'll have to brave it on Sunday, Derek knows that, because Emma wouldn't miss picking Henry up on Sunday night for the world, but he's been standing at the window looking out at the hideous weather for the better part of half an hour, mulling over just how, exactly, they should be passing the time when their options are sitting in the motel and...sitting in the motel.]
I feel like we should be building an ark or something, at this point.
[He's exaggerating, of course, but there's a hint of frustrated disappointment in his voice when he says it, giving away the fact that the gloom outside the window is starting to seep into his bones in spite of himself.]
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I could probably magic one into existence, if push came to shove.
[It doesn't quite sound like she's teasing, but she manages a smile as she rises from one of the two small chairs in the room, pushed close to the corner with a table that's seen better days. Even when they used to sneak around, it was usually in the comfort of her apartment with a sturdy bed and a stocked kitchen.
They probably couldn't even get the guy from the pizza place across the road to come out in this.]
You know, it could be worse.
[It could always be worse, especially for them, so Emma opts to approach her scowling boyfriend, sliding her arms around him as she steps close.]
We wanted some time alone...we have plenty of that here.
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So much for that.]
I know. It can always be worse.
[It's easy enough for him to agree on that point, even if she doesn't voice it, because he's all too used to the worse things in life. The rain really sucks, but they're both alive and healthy. There aren't any hunters or fairytale villains coming after them just now. Things could absolutely be worse.
When Emma's arms slip around him, Derek's hands find hers, covering them gently for a moment before he turns to face her, enveloping her in his arms as well and dipping his head to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. She does have a point. There's a chill in the air of the room and Derek can't really tell if it's from a draft in the window or if it's just in his head because the gloomy weather would suggest the sensation of cold, but he draws her nearer all the same, just in case she feels it, too.]
That we do, you're right. Now what to do with it...
[He's musing and it shows when his voice trails off thoughtfully. They could be having sex, but the gray, wet, general nastiness of the scene out the window behind him doesn't really put him in the mood for anything more than a nice, long nap. Somehow, he doubts suggesting a nap in the middle of a Saturday afternoon when they should've been watching exotic fish and having a picnic outdoors will be something she'll appreciate all that much.
So he snaps out of the semi-tired trance the thought train drove him into and he leans down to kiss her again, softly on the mouth. It isn't deep but it also isn't chaste. It's the kind of kiss that comes with the comfort of stability and longevity. There's still passion there, but the ease and nonchalance in it is what illustrates that, rather than the eagerness that goes hand in hand with honeymoon stage kisses.]
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It's mildly terrifying, but it comes with the possibility that this could be the time when they finally get it right. She's stopped being able to see herself with anyone but him, and she'll fight to make sure that whatever does happen, they never get stuck in the loop of constantly losing and finding each other. It might have worked for her parents, but the two of them have already lost too much.
They need to be together; even on crappy, rainy days like this one.]
Well, we do have the bed...
[It's probably her cue to suggest something less clothed and more physical, but they can and do actually do that anywhere, so Emma thinks they need to save that particular brand of intimacy until they're both in a better mood. The weather lends itself to a different kind of comfort, anyway. They've had rainy days before, especially back in Manhattan. Most of them were spent on her couch.
They have a bed, they could improvise.]
I think you should hold me.
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For all of the things they could be doing right now, up to and including braving the shitty weather to give up on the weekend all together, Emma's suggestion sounds the best. Some of his best recent memories are of the weekends stolen away in Manhattan, stretched out over Emma's couch with her curled against him in his arms. The sex is great, the life he lives now is better, but those moments on the couch just lying there in silence holding one another and listening to the rain pattering against the windows were the times when Derek felt the most relaxed and happy. The mattress is lumpy and the linens all smell questionable at best to his overly sensitive nose, but it still sounds like the best thing in the world, curling up with her in his arms to keep out the imagined chill.]
I think you're a genius.
[He kisses her again and moves away from the window to lead her to the bed. Derek kicks off his jeans and pulls off his Henley, letting it fall to the floor before pulling back the blankets and crawling into the bed in his boxer shorts. They don't have to be naked by any stretch for it to be comfortable, but when Derek's going to be in a bed, he doesn't care a whole lot for clothes. Beyond that, there's something to be said of skin on skin contact, even when they're not being intimate. At least, if you ask Derek.
The space he leaves is cold and empty but he's glad he knows it won't stay that way. That's one of the many things he doesn't miss at all about the long distance part of their relationship back in the beginning. After a while, he'd grown awfully sick of sleeping alone. If he has things his way, he'll never have to do that again.]
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[That's usually true, but she's gotten used to it. They believe in each other more than they're capable of believing in themselves, and maybe that balances things out, too. She knows she's made some mistakes, but he's always been there for her through them. He's fought monsters and broken curses with her, and it's hard to imagine where she would be if she hadn't walked into that coffee shop and run into him for a second time. Emma might not be willing to call it fate, but it's one of the happiest coincidences she's ever experienced.
The idea of the universe doing her a favor is just a little more than Emma can process. It's never been all that great to her before.
She follows his lead once Derek gets undressed, stripping down to her underwear and folding everything else into a pile that she leaves on the chair. He might have grumbled at her staying dressed, but she would have gotten away with it. Her three layers of clothing against his bare chest just shouldn't have felt the same as her skin against his. She smoothes a hand through her hair before she pulls the covers down on her side, sparing a look to the sheets before she settles in beside Derek and curls her body against his.
For all the things about them that aren't perfect, the fit of their bodies always is.]
You're warm.
[He's always warm to her, even when he's complaining about the weather. She's already curious to see how he's going to manage winter in Maine when he's already cranked up the heat on a few of the colder days. It's probably a small price to pay for living in a town he can build a life in, but it's still amusing to a girl who used to dream of living by the beach. If not for Storybrooke being Storybrooke, they probably would have ended up someplace with palm trees.]
Sometimes you're even hot.
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Is that bad?
[He's especially gentle when he wiggles a hand free to brush a stray piece of hair away from Emma's face before following it up by pressing his lips against her forehead.]
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[She's told him that before; made plenty of jokes about using his body as a source of heat, but that's because she would rather make light of the good things than talk herself out of enjoying them. Instead of an epic battle in the middle of Main Street, they're laying in bed on a Saturday afternoon. Their lives have slowed down enough for them to enjoy what they have with each other, and Emma likes what that means for them.
They don't always have to fight to be together, sometimes they can just be together.]
It's not a picnic at the aquarium, but this is still pretty good.
[She smiles, resting her head against his chest and her fingertips brushing along his side.]
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They're stupid, lofty dreams and that's why he doesn't share them, but he does like slipping into the fantasy of an actual future. Derek occasionally allows himself that luxury.
Kissing the top of her head and pulling her in closer, Derek smiles.]
Yeah, I think this is still pretty good, too. I feel like I could do this forever...
[His hand smooths her hair down when she rests her head on his chest. His eyes flutter shut in a slow blink and he hums softly.]
I love you so much. I wish we had time to do this more often.
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[This is working out pretty well for them, even if they had other plans. That's usually how it goes with them, at last in Emma's mind. They think they know what they're dealing with, plans change, and they figure out how to deal with it together. So they're not at the aquarium, but the rain and the motel room have provided them with the perfect excuse for being lazy. There's nowhere else to go and nothing else to do, they might as well relax for a little while. It's not like they get many chances to lay around uninterrupted.
That's the price of living in Storybrooke. The dull moments are few and far between.]
I love you too, Derek. I'm lucky you don't scare easily; I'm pretty sure a lesser man would have made a run for it around the time Robin Hood introduced himself.
[But she's glad he didn't, because he belongs with them in Storybrooke. He might not be from the Enchanted Forest and have spent thirty years stuck in a loop, but he's more like them than he is the rest of the world. He can say whatever he wants about the mistakes he's made; his heart is good. She knows it, she feels it.]
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[Plus, if he's honest, having the down time with Emma is a bit of a sacred treasure he intends to hold close while he's got it. Storybrooke is better than Beacon Hills by a landslide, but the amount of action is largely the same. There is no rest for the weary in Beacon Hills, nor is there in Storybrooke. At least, though, in Storybrooke, he can fight with Emma. He really wouldn't trade it for the world.
Derek's hand in her hair trails down her back, tracing idle lines gently against her skin and he laughs at the remark about Robin Hood.]
I don't know, maybe. I think meeting Robin Hood wasn't so awkward; God knows we've had worse moments I'd rather not think about again.
[A lesser man would've left the B&B after their fight and never looked back, is what he's thinking, and then there would never have been a Robin Hood to meet the next morning. He's never been so glad that he spent an entire night laying awake and hating himself and the person in the bed beside him. Looking back, Derek thinks they needed that fight to become who they are now and to realize how much they actually meant to each other, so he's all right with the way things went now that it's over.
Honestly, from the moment Derek met her, he wouldn't change a thing.]
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[Not that there was much to tell, after Hook came out dressed like he was ready to sail the seven seas, and her magic was the thing that kept a car from barreling into her boyfriend. The bigger problem had been the breakup the night before, but most of the time they don't talk about that. He stayed and they worked it out, so it doesn't really matter that it almost ended in a moment not all that different than this one.
No clothes, beat-up room. The flashbacks come whether she wants them to or not.]
Having the first fight I've ever had in a relationship was a lot worse.
[She never fought with Neal, but that was because of how young they were. There wasn't anything to fight about because all they had was each other. Then there was Walsh; designed to be perfect. He made sure that there weren't any fights - it might have hurt his perfect boyfriend routine. Even now, or maybe especially now, Emma can't believe she fell for that. What she wants is anything but perfect.
Maybe the fighting makes it real. It makes it so they see each other for more than the pieces of themselves that are trying to mend. They start screaming and have to acknowledge the parts that are still broken, too.]
You know it was never about trying to separate you from Storybrooke, at least not in the way you seemed to think. I just... I liked who I got to be when you and I were together, and I didn't want to show you what my life really was and lose the moments when I didn't have to be the savior. I didn't think I could have both.
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[Derek takes a deep breath in through his nose and cranes his neck up so that he can kiss the top of her head. He hadn't meant to remind her of their fight enough to bring it up because it's long since done and over; there's no point in rehashing it. They proved to one another that they weren't perfect and found out that what they had really was worth fighting for; the important lesson was already gleaned from it.
He continues running his fingers lightly up and down Emma's back for a moment before returning to stroking her hair down against the back of her head. Derek keeps his voice low and light.]
I know, beautiful. I didn't know then, but I know now, yeah. I'm actually glad we had that fight, Emma. In retrospect. It got us here, didn't it?
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[She's not sad about it now. There's still some guilt there for most of it being all her fault, and she figures that's never fully going to go away. It's a good lesson learned, though. Letting him in has gotten her everything, and keeping him at a distance would have made both of them miserable. Knowing what she does now, she wouldn't even try to keep anything from Derek anymore.]
I'm just glad that I get to have both.
[She presses her lips to his chest, leaving a few light kisses there. They needed that fight, Emma knows they did. She's grateful for what it got her and for everything they've been building here.]
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I'm glad you have both, because it means I get to stick around. ...and I'm glad I get to have both, too. I hated hiding who — what — I really was.
[He pauses and loses the battle with a second yawn before smirking smugly.]
I still think it was fate. Just saying.
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[If he's like her, he already is, no getting there required. It's just too comfortable like this, when she's warm and relaxed and set on staying like this for as long as possible. But fate? That's a can of worms she's probably never going to be ready to tackle. Fate's never given her anything good. All she knows it gave her was a curse and a broken heart.]
Neal believed in fate. He told me that there are no coincidences, that everything that happens, happens by design. That there's some greater force out there conspiring to make everything happen the way it's supposed to.
[It's too big an idea for a quiet Saturday afternoon, that's for damn sure.
But if it was fate, Derek - I think fate would have given us something a little better to start off with than a drunken one night stand that you don't even remember.
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Maybe a little. I think because of the rain and how comfortable I am right now.
[Sometimes, Derek forgets just how against fate Emma seems to be. They've both faced a lot of terrible things, suffered so much pain and loss, and he supposes it makes sense that she doesn't see it that way because most people see fate as something good. Derek doesn't see it that way; he sees fate as nothing more than a driving force. Fate is just as responsible for Kate taking his family as it is for Emma putting back together most of his broken heart.
Rubbing her back again, Derek's smile softens and he cranes his neck once more to kiss the top of her head again.]
Maybe...but it makes for a pretty funny story just for us, though, don't you think?
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[Not her family, or her friends, or anyone in Storybrooke who asked because they were hoping for the details of some adorable meet-cute. The truth is embarrassingly real, but she's happy to own it behind closed doors. It wasn't love at first sight, just a good idea at the time and a chance encounter a few days later. They might belong in Storybrooke, but they're out of place with everyone but each other.]
I mean, "he seduced me with booze and cheesy pick-up lines" just isn't the kind of thing you share.
[It's an exaggeration, of course. She always goes out of her way to make it sound worse than it was. Luckily, she can usually keep a straight face about it.]
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Ohhhh, all right, lay it on real thick.
[Derek laughs, though, scrunching his face. She always exaggerates to get a rise out of him, but honestly, it's not that far off, probably. He can't imagine making any decent conversation when he was blackout drunk, so the lines probably were kind of awful.]
You're lucky you're cute, you know that?
[And now he's the one exaggerating as he smirks smugly and then kisses her gently on the mouth.]
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You're the only person I know who'd ever dare to call me that.
[Her parents might think it, but they'd know better than to say it. She bumps her nose against his gently, stealing another quick kiss.]
I feel like I should have something to say about it just so I don't let you get away with it.
[But she doesn't, because he can get away with most things nowadays. As scary as it is to have a 'weakness' in Storybrooke, he's made her anything but. Falling for him has made her a lot stronger than she was before that night at the bar.]
... So if I tell you that this kinda makes me miss my old apartment, are you going to call me crazy?
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I think if you say something and don't let me get away with it, then you're just going to make me feel like I'm not special, babe.
[He says that with levity in his tone and a grin on his face because he's joking, of course, but he at least wants to acknowledge what they both already know. Derek can get away with a lot of things lately. Emma can get away with even more.
Emma's question brings a small, nostalgic smile to his face and he shakes his head as his fingers trail over her bare skin.]
No...I miss it, too, sometimes. Like now, when I remember how we would spent whole weekends doing nothing but this, sleeping, eating, and showering. Man, remember the time we legitimately spent a day doing nothing but laying on your couch in each other's arms. We didn't even turn on Netflix or anything, just laid there and held each other and talked until we fell asleep only to wake up and do it all over again? Those were the moments when I knew I was really in trouble. ...those were the moments when I realized I fell in love with you when neither of us was looking.
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[Those words come first, it's a reflex. It always has been, and back in the days when he didn't know she loved him and didn't understand why she was doing it, the jokes at his expense didn't go over very well. She'd like to think that he doesn't hold it against her now. He can talk about their relationship, and she can try to make light of what they feel for each other, but she also gives in to it, too. He's not the only one who misses those weekends, even if the idea of a whole life together is a lot better than two days of sneaking around.
But, seeing how she did just knock him for being honest, she lifts her head to steal a peck against his lips.]
I liked going out, too. Going to dinner, walking around the city, trying to find the best place to get cocoa.
[It's still the place right by her apartment, the one where they stopped that first morning. And even that place pales in comparison to Granny's. Storybrooke is home, but sometimes she misses the change of scenery that came along with a weekend in New York.]
Maybe we need a vacation. A real one, not a weekend.
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