bakerstreet | minor injury meme.

minor injury meme.

You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.

INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.

WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.

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[He rubs small circles for a time, and then slips a finger into her, and another if she wants it.]

I think about this--you--often, while we're apart. About how much I want to pleasure you.

[ Oh, she definitely wants it. Her hips roll into his touch and her eyes flutter shut as she bites back a whimper. He - thinks about - this?

Maker, that's sexy.

Her fingers work their way into his hair as she whimpers again. ]

Cullen...

[For what she's given him--and continues to give--he'd do anything for her. He never thought himself as lovable, especially after he'd nearly lost his mind. He was an angry, broken man. And then after leaving the order--who would want to deal with him and his painful crawl away from lyrium? The mood swings? The nightmares?

Not to mention stubbornness when shot.]

Yes, Nadia?

[ What she sees is a good man, trying to do the right thing. A man who looks at her like she's the whole world.

Squirming again, she opens her eyes, smiling faintly. ]

I want you.

[He smirks. Oh, he knows. Now to orchestrate this without him bleeding all over her nice bed.]

Perhaps, with you on top of me--

[On his back his wound is stable... she'd just have to mind her legs.]

[ She nods. She can definitely do that - anything to have him inside her, frankly. The ache between her legs is insistent, but she moves carefully, helping him shift over so she can straddle him - keeping as far away from the injury as she can manage.

She rolls her hips, trapping his cock between them, biting back a moan as she guides him to her entrance. ]

[He's not able to bite back his own moan in time, but damn it, her chambers are secluded enough. She should hear what she does to him. He's missed the warmth of her around his cock, and for the moment he's content to be still, pull her down for a kiss, and feel her chest against his.]

[ She sinks down slowly, wanting to feel every inch of him filling her. She braces herself above him as he pulls her down for a kiss, making sure to avoid his injury as she sighs against his mouth.

She loves the moment or two of stillness, that feeling of fullness that reminds her he's real, he's here, he's hers. When she lifts her hips, it's slow, deliberate, and she sucks in a sharp breath when she sinks back down. ]

[The Maker, Andraste--both are on his tongue as she moves her hips. His hands slide over her thighs and to her ass, pulling her down, trying to fill her as much as he can, angling his hips to sink in all the more.]

[ That change of angle is perfect - as she sinks down again, he hits a spot inside her that makes her cry out softly, her hips jerking a little. She kisses him again, hungry, rocking her hips to try and hit that spot again. ]

[Cullen may not be the most experienced of lovers, but he's a quick study. It didn't take long for him to figure out what she liked, what made her cry out in pleasure, and so he repeats what he did, grinning affectionately all the while. At least until she attacks his mouth, and then he's matching her hungry kisses with ones of his own.]

[ She tries to keep her pace slow, so as not to jostle him too much or re-open his wound. It's difficult, though, the way he's working her up, that pressure she can feel building. She slips a hand between them, touching herself, and his name escapes her lips on a moan. ]

[This wound of his is providing a new sort of thrill: watching her have to go slow, take her time, resist the urge to fuck him harder. It makes him more patient despite wanting to do the same.

He lets go of her ass to run his hands up and down her sides before grabbing her breasts. Cullen loves her breasts and has fallen asleep on them more than once.]

[ She loves his hands on her skin, the calloused pads of his fingers sending shivers along her spine. She's so close already - her body coiling tight as she draws it out, lifts her hips until only the tip of his cock is still inside her, before rolling back down with a groan.

She's not usually this fast to get there - perhaps it's all the pent-up energy from the past few days, her relief that he's alright.

Her climax is sudden, shuddering through her body and making her back arch as she tightens around him with each wave of pleasure. Her pace slows again, but she doesn't stop moving, rocking her hips into him. ]

[He'll take it as a testament to his sexual prowess. Not that he talks about his bedroom affairs with anyone.

He's been ready to go since she first started giving him that massage. With her, it doesn't take much to push him to the edge, but the man has a great deal of self-control. So, when she comes, he focuses on her, pulling her down to hold her and kiss her as he moves with her. It's only when he can tell she's coming down that he allows himself to climax, thrusting into her quickly a few times before moaning into her hair, hugging her to his chest tightly as his whole body tenses.

His side didn't like that, but... ah, fuck it.]

[ She hums happily as she feels him spill inside her, tracing her fingers down the side of his face affectionately as she catches her breath.

She doesn't move away immediately, kissing him gently as she relaxes in his arms. ]

I love you.

And I love you. [Enough to make love to her when he's got a hole in his side. Not that he needs a reason to stay under her, kissing her lips and nuzzling the side of her face even as he softens inside her.]

I never thought I'd be so happy to be on bed rest.

[ Nadia smiles, just enjoying his touches and unwilling to let the moment end, even as she's thinking she should get off him soon, just so he can stretch, so his wound doesn't get re-opened on accident. ]

As long as it's my bed, I'll make it as pleasant as I can.

Careful. I won't want to leave. [He smirks, but it turns into a more conservative smile in the next moment.] Though I suppose if you are to lead the Inquisition, I must. There's the world to save.

I suppose so. [ She ducks her head slightly, tracing a finger over his collar bones. ]

And after?

[ Assuming they manage to succeed, and survive - well, she's reluctant to think about it, to get her hopes up, but sometimes - sometimes. ]

Uh. [??????] After?

[Is she asking what he thinks she's asking?]

Y..es...? [ Woops, was that the wrong thing to ask? She frowns a little as she watches him, suddenly worried. ] I just meant - if we make it through all this...

[Uh oh. Did he just fumble? Entirely likely.]

No, don't--don't think that. I mean [it's possible they'll fail, but he can't think that because she's their first line. If they are to fall, she will be the first.] ah...

What I mean to say is that... there will be an after. And with any luck, I'll be taking up your bed in this after. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

[ She gives a relieved sort of nod, and smiles faintly. ] You will. I won't allow you to be anywhere else. You're stuck with me.

I never thought I'd have this. I'm not letting go of it easily.

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