Foreplay Meme

THE FOREPLAY MEME

Mid-fucks, quickies, first-times, PWP intercourse. They are fantastic and certainly have their time and place, but what about what goes on before the clothes come off? Foreplay is often overlooked. Couples who continuously skip foreplay are passing up a great thing. And, let's face it: some folks are just more aroused by the idea of foreplay than sex itself. While others aren't raring to get down to it right away.

This meme is for those that prefer the build-up, the tension, wandering hands, heavy breathing—all the good stuff before the act of sex itself. That said, there is no sex in this meme. The point of it is to create the anticipation for it and once things get going, you can fade to black.

How to:
1. Post a comment with the usual info in the subject line: character name, fandom/series, and preferences. If you need to expand upon things or let people know what you don't want, include it in an OOC note in the comment box.
2. Tag around! When tagging others, create a scenario of your choosing. Some ideas are included after the cut if you can't decide. RNG 1-12 it, if you want.
3. Have fun and be excellent to each other!

1. (It's a lot like) Master & Servant — D/s. Whips and chains, cuffs, a little ownership . . . you know, that sort of thing.

2. Costumes and Roleplay — What's that? You're here to fix my drain, Mr. Plumber?

3. Get Started in Public — Sometimes, it's the atmosphere and setting that gets us in the mood. A grope beneath the dinner table. A knowing glance from across the room. Making out in the movie theater. A stroll in the park with one hell of a detour (if you know what I mean). Whatever you do, it's to be done in public and/or in the presence of others.

4. Talk to Me — Say what you're feeling, what you want your partner to do, and what you're thinking. Have some phone sex or talk dirty to each other, face to face. Discuss in vivid detail your biggest fantasy. Or leave it as a surprise voicemail message.

5. Round One Fight — Some people get turned on by combat, be it a simple spar or a heated lover's spat. Even a physical fight or degradation can get someone hot. Just don't do TOO much damage.

6. We Don't Have to Take Our Clothes Off — Dry-humping; a 100% hot and 98% safe method to turn each other on. The minus 2% is due to chafing. Anyway, dry-humping isn't your only option. Do what you want but the clothes (or most of the clothes) stay put.

7. I Love Technology — Abstinence via long distance is a thing of the past. Sort of. Texting little things like what you're wearing or what you want to do before you and your partner even see each other can conjure a whole new level of excitement. Sending pictures can too, if you're into the "sexting" thing. Then there's Skype and instant messaging . . .

8. Hand to Mouth — Touch each other. Really touch each other. Caress your partner's face, run your fingers through the hair, rub against each other or lightly tickle — whatever feels good. Work out the kinks (so to speak) with a massage. Groping is available if you're up for a more direct form of contact. You don't even have to use your hands. Your mouth is just as useful.

9. Sensory Deprivation — When you don't have your sight, other senses get turned up more—you hear more, you are more attuned to temperature changes, and sometimes even the feel of someone's breath as they get near you can sound like a crack of thunder. Now, imagine if you're deprived of another or more of your remaining four senses . . .

10. Fun with Food — Nine and a Half Weeks, anyone? Feed each other food. Dribble syrups and oils down each other's stomachs and backs. Lick cream off each other. Share wine the way it's supposed to be shared. Make things hot with some ice cubes.

11. Let's Dance — Dirty Dancing isn't just the best movie of all time, it's also a nice way to get the blood pumping. Just grind away or go for a specific but stimulating style (like Lambada) or go for something romantic and sweet as a simple embrace and sway. If you've two left feet, you can sit back and relax while your partner gives you a lapdance or a striptease. Let the music play.

12. Do what I want — Wildcard option. Your pick. Do something completely different or combine ideas. Note: the above are all ideas and are not the only options you have. They're just there to get the ball rolling, so to speak. Sky's the limit! Be creative!

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[Practical considerations and an entirely silly compliment? Peggy couldn't help but laugh fondly, leaning her forehead against Angie's.]

I'm not entirely terrible at making my way, but given that the couch is closer...

[And she started to move backwards, a hand gently urging Angie along with her. She had a decent enough sense of where she was in the room, after all, and when she felt her shins bump against the couch she knew she'd had the right idea. Carefully, she sat, and even more carefully she urged Angie to do the same.

Whether beside her or in her lap, that was Angie's choice to make.]

[That hand urging her on was all that Angie needed in order to follow Peggy to the couch. It was kind of amusing to watch the two of them do a weird shuffle towards the couch, but she felt safe in Peggy's hands. She let go of Peggy for a moment as the other woman sat down on the couch.

And there she was left with the decision on where exactly to sit. Well, she had come this far already, so why not just go all in? She reached down to feel where Peggy's hips were so that she could straddle Peggy's legs and sit in her lap.] "This feels completely natural and that makes me so happy."

[Amusing, perhaps, but it was safer than charging headlong, and that mattered -- either of them hurting themselves, however insignificantly, would be much more of an unsexy detour.

When Angie climbed on her lap, Peggy's breath caught, and she wasn't even trying to hide it.] I agree. Like -- if you'll pardon the sentimentality of it -- perhaps this was supposed to happen.

[Peggy wasn't a romantic, exactly, but notions struck her sometimes.]

"Oh English..." [her voice was breathy as she replied to the lovely compliment she was just given. Maybe it was supposed to happen. Maybe it had been fate that had brought Peggy into her diner and the two of them had been able to strike up such a strong friendship so quickly.

It hadn't taken long for Angie to develop a crush on her. Peggy was beautiful, talented, and now she knew she was also an amazing spy. And things were finally starting to progress between the two of them. Angie lifted a hand up to cup Peggy's cheek, gently rubbing her thumb over the woman's lips, and then leaned forward to kiss her again.]

[It would seem like fate, given how random it was, and so much of Peggy's life had that quality, at least in the important parts, that she'd learned not to question it. That wasn't easy sometimes, especially in situations like these: Angie, Angie who had shown up in her life out of nowhere, Angie who had being honest charmed her from her first smile, Angie who she'd been worried about hurting from the first, she'd simultaneously wanted to hold Angie close and push Angie away for her own good.

That latter wasn't going to happen, though, and the more Peggy had realized that, honestly, the happier she'd been. Right now, for example, she felt happier than she had in months.

Very gently, she wrapped an arm around Angie's waist, moved lips to her jaw.]

[If Peggy ever thought she could get rid of Angie so easily she would be quite mistaken. Angie would worm her way into Peggy's life and never be able to leave. It was happening, wasn't it? The two of them were now living in a gigantic house by themselves and she was currently straddling the most attractive woman in New York. Sometimes good things smiled down on the unworthy and Angie couldn't be happier to have this happen.

When that arm went around her waist she very lightly rolled her hips towards Peggy and let out a gasp when she felt those lips go to her jaw. Oh goodness. She might faint from how wonderufl this felt.]

[The truth was that even when Peggy wished that Angie would give up on her she didn't really want it. She hadn't thought a moment like this would ever come to pass, and she'd thought she was all right with that (it was for Angie's own good, really) but now she suddenly realized this was the only outcome she would be all right with.

Instinctively, she pressed Angie closer when her hips rolled, wanting to feel every one of those movements, and against Angie's skin she murmured:] Angie, darling, you'll tell me what you like, yes? [Both because she wanted to know how best to please her and because she wanted to know her limits.]

[It was so sweet that Peggy was so concerned with her. She glanced down at her and gave Peggy a smile] "Of course, Peggy. You're doing amazingly so far"

[That was Angie's tell. When she was in the heat of the moment and so happily caught up in Peggy that she called her by her real name and not English. English was for flirting, but now that she was finally with Peggy she loved the way her name sounded on tongue.]

Good. [She nuzzled into Angie's neck a moment.] You deserve amazing.

[She noticed that little shift, too, and it sent a little thrill down her spine. Her name sounded lovely in Angie's voice, just like any of the nicknames did, and the point really was that she wanted to get Angie saying anything and everything, because all of it was lovely. Giggling softly, she began planting kisses along Angie's throat.]

[Angie let her hands wander along Peggy's back for a moment before finding the hem of the woman's shirt. Her hands nimbly slipped underneath the fabric and she let out a soft pleased noise at the feel of Peggy's skin underneath her finger tips.] "You're my amazing."

[And with those words came the feeling that she was oh so thankful that it was dark and Peggy couldn't see the blush upon her cheeks. But that blush was quickly forgotten when she felt Peggy's lips on her neck. Another noise escaped her lips as she tilted her head so that Peggy could have full access to her neck. That woman was sending delicious tingles down her spine and her toes curled slightly.]

[At that, Peggy's eyes went wide, and she was equally glad that her own reaction wasn't too visible.] I... I don't know what to say, Angie.

[And it was true, she really didn't. She was relying right now on how she was touching Angie to convey her feelings because she didn't trust her words to do, and as such, she was touching Angie very tenderly, kissing her very thoroughly, and enjoying every little reaction she could feel.]

"You don't have to say anything," [Angie realized that she might have said that far too early in whatever this relationship was. She didn't need Peggy to say anything that she didn't feel comfortable with. But she knew that she felt strongly for the woman who was holding her.

And the touch Peggy was giving her though spoke volumes. They didn't need words anymore as Angie inched the fabric up and paused slightly when she felt the lace of Peggy's bra, the bottom of the cup, at her fingertips. There was a slightly whimper at that and she couldn't wait to move her hands upwards.]

[It wasn't that -- far from. It was just that in situations like this, Peggy never knew what to say. She was baffled by her own feelings much too easily and on top of that wary about sharing them. In fact, the more she cared about someone the harder it was to really tell them that.

This, though, this would suffice. Very gently she eased her hand over Angie's, nodded against Angie's jaw, murmured nonverbal assent.]

[If only Angie could read her mind because she would go all gooey at the idea of them figuring out how to discuss their feelings. She didn't need Peggy to say anything because she was sensing how she felt from the woman's actions. It wasn't hard to know that Peggy really liked her now that Peggy was giving her permission to move her hands up.

She flipped her hands over briefly, giving Peggy's a squeeze, before giggling just a little. She flipped them back and ran her hands up over Peggy's breasts. It was a nice bra, but Angie wanted to get rid of it as quickly as she could, so she finished pushing the shirt up and over Peggy's head and arms. It was promptly flung backwards before Angie reached back to Peggy's back and undid the clasp of her bra.

And briefly she wished that she had some light to see Peggy and made a small noise of disappointment.] "I wish I could see how beautiful you are."

[The "feelings" discussion would be one that they'd end up having rather sooner than expected, if things kept up at this rate, but right now that wasn't at all the point. Right now it was just about what they wanted and what they were doing. This moment, specifically.

She laughed at that little sequence of touches, obligingly moving her arms about so Angie could undress her and leaning into her touch whe appropriate.] You know, darling, I think we'll have plenty of time to see each other.

"Oh I certainly intend to do more of this," [Angie murmured happily as her fingers trailed over the velvety skin of Peggy's back. It felt like heaven and she just wanted to spend forever in bed with her, stroking her softly, and trading kisses.

The brief daydream made her smile as she leaned forward to claim Peggy's lips once more. The kiss had a bit of hunger behind it and her hands slowly trailed forward, over her sides, and then she lightly cupped Peggy's breasts. A groan escaped into the kiss as she gently kneaded them and used her fingers to trace Peggy's body where her eyes couldn't truly see.]

[Peggy hummed softly, arching into Angie's hand. Forever trading kisses would be, at this point, a very welcome suggestion; Peggy wasn't hardly a romantic, but Angie was making her feel all sorts of romantic impulses like that, and she was looking forward to seeing which she'd be allowed to act on.

And the combination of Angie's own noise and the way Angie's hands were playing with her breasts (always a favorite of hers) was certainly enough to get Peggy going.] May I have the same privilege?

"Of course, English, be my guest," [There was playful grin on Angie's face when she answered. A bashful smile was on her lips and she adored that Peggy was asking permission when all she truly wanted to do was rip Peggy's clothes off and get right down to it.

It was disappointing to have to pull her hands away, but she lifted up her arms so Peggy could remove her top a little easier. She heard a distant rumble of thunder in the background and she wondered if the storms were heading back their way, which was fine by them. She was even more in love with thunderstorms than she had been before.]

[She didn't like to rush into things, even things she wanted as much as this, as much as Angie. Better to savor the moment -- the feel of Angie's slighter frame, the softness of her skin -- than to dash through it haphazardly. This part, after all, was just as sweet as the rest, because it involved the two of them together.]

You're lovely. [Not that she could see much more than a faint outline, but Angie felt lovely.]

[Pleased noises escaped her lips as the two of them explored each other's top halves. It was an incredibly intimate moment and she was going to make sure to remember every single second because nothing was going to top their first time together. And that certainly meant that she fully intended for there to be more of this between the two of them.

Her fingertips lightly graze Peggy's nipples as she let her lips kiss the woman's neck. The kisses were featherlight as she began to trail down the soft skin of her neck and head towards her chest] "You ever been with a girl before, Peggy?"

[This wasn't something Peggy had any intention of giving up any time soon, either, and given their living circumstances she actually wasn't afraid that she would have to. (That was so often what kept her from getting this far, the worry that it wouldn't be able to last.) She was trying her very hardest to commit this to memory herself, but it was so easy to get caught up in all of Angie's little touches and reactions. Whatever the case, it was perfection.

She let out a long sigh as Angie's lips began to wander, but the question was enough to focus her a bit more. She wasn't sure what the ideal answer would be, so she settled for an honest one.] I have. Rarely for as long as I'd have liked, all things considered. And you?

"A few. The Griffith was kind of important in helping me discover that side of me," [Angie admitted. She wasn't really out, but the Griffith had helped her find herself in a few situations with other women and that's when she discovered who she truly was. And she hadn't felt this strongly for anyone until Peggy had shown up. But she wanted to know what she was working with when it came to their relationship, so it took some pressure off that Peggy wasn't a complete novice.

She pulled her lips away from Peggy so she could stand. Her hands moved swifty to unzip her skirt, letting it fall to the ground, and she then removed her panties and stockings. She didn't want to wait any longer and the idea of Peggy's hands all over her body was driving her.]

I see. [There was obvious amusement in Peggy's tone; while her own only experience with women there had been, well, the Dottie incident, she could understand. Close cohabitation with women could lean that way. To wit:] The same could be said of my boarding school days, long ago as they were. Isn't it wonderful how something so mundane can lead to something so wonderful?

[It was possible she was intending to continue with that train of thought, but Angie breaking away was a very valid distraction. She could hear her undressing, and she wouldn't be surprised if Angie could in turn hear her heart speeding up.]

[Angie chuckled softly and smiled to herself. Oh she was certainly falling head over heels for Peggy Carter and she didn't even know what to do with herself. And she could almost hear Peggy's heart speeding up because it was so quiet between the two of them.

She reached down to grab the woman's hand] "Do you want to do this on the couch or shall we move to the bedroom? I may suggest the bedroom because I'm not going to let you leave for quite a while, so you probably want to be comfortable."

[Truth told, Peggy had pretty well fallen for Angie already, which was a large part of why she'd tried for so long to keep her at arm's length. She didn't want Angie to get hurt, and she did have that track record of getting people hurt.

But she just -- she wasn't going to let that happen to Angie. Lovely Angie. Lovely Angie who was here, now, propositioning her so bluntly she giggled.] We could brave the journey to the bedroom. I think I like the sound of that.

Edited 2015-05-07 03:00 (UTC)

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