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Hug Meme: Classic Version

Post with your character, canon, and any notes/preferences. (If it is normally impossible for your character to give or receive hugs, like if they don't have limbs or are incorporeal, be sure to tell us whatever you're changing for them to participate.)

Tag other people; either roll a number from 1 to 8 or pick a hug, and give them that hug.

Get tagged.

Enjoy the aftermath!

1. Friendly Hug: The default hug; a hug as a show of platonic affection. Is it a normal hug, or a pouncetackleglomp? You decide!

2. Romantic Hug: Can't kiss your lover right now, or just want to change it up a bit? Give them a romantic hug!

3. Comfort Hug: They look so sad... give them a hug to cheer them up!

4. Awkward Hug: You really don't want to give this person a hug; maybe you just had a fight, or you're just too stoic/manly/badass to do hugs in general. Too bad, you have to give them one. Do your best!

5. Scoop Hug: In addition to a hug, the hugger picks up the huggee slightly off the ground. Works best when they're bigger and stronger, but hey, seeing little girls try to pick up 6-foot badasses is cute too.

6. Surprise Hug: Sneak up on them from behind with a surprise hug!

7. Violent Hug: Hugs are supposed to be friendly, what gives? Whether you're squeezing the wind out of them or are just getting them into the perfect position for a backstab, you're only giving this person a hug in order to hurt them.

8. Other: Reroll, pick your own, mix and match, etc.

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[a hard working character deserves a hug! You want to go with whatever gives the most to write for? I'm thinking 5 or 6 for happy or 3 for something dramatic. Then it's just a matter of who's giving/receiving!]

[Aw! You picked all my favorite options, ha ha ha! Yes, I'll gladly go with ANY of those! ♥]

Let's face it, she wasn't exactly hard to sneak up on...her long, flowing hair glowed a bright carrot-like orange in the morning sunlight, whenever she was in the kitchen, she was fully absorbed in the pastry cutter, the oven, the decorating station, or wherever she happened to be working. And on mornings like this, she always seemed to float in some kind of blissful reverie.

Hollows and evil spirits may have a hard time getting the drop on her, but he never had any trouble!

He creeps slowly, stealthily down the steps. Ever since the bakery expanded, Orihime had built a comfortable apartment above it, and Marlon had become a regular both downstairs and up. The bakery's still a good 3 hours from opening time, but on the first weekend of the Spring festival, it felt like the last moments of quiet before the storm.

He sneaks gently around the counter and into the kitchen, just as he'd done the first night they'd ever spent together. Sure enough, there she was. Her back turned to him as she leaned over one of many creations she'd been preparing for the first morning rush.

He steps up slowly behind her, gently placing his hands gently on her back so as not to alarm her too much before slowly sliding them around her waist. Smiling, he presses his cheek gently against her temple before planting a small kiss to the side of her head. "Morning, sweetheart." He murmurs. "Fancy seeing you here!"

Ooh--!

[She's startled, but he's wise to warn her the gentle way he does, given her tendency to accidentally ram her granite-hard skull into people who sneak up on her. Her surprise quickly melts to warmth once she realizes who it is, and a second later she's smiling, leaning her back into his chest and folding her arms over his.]

Good morning, Marlon!

[She turns her head with a smile, closing her eyes and breathing deeply in contentment as he kisses her hair. It's not easy getting up early, since there's little she loves more than cuddling next to him while he's still sleeping. But there's work to do, and she knows he enjoys waking up to the good smells of baking pastries. Orihime brushes her thumb over his wrist, chin tilted back as she beams up at him.]

Did you sleep well?

Marlon chuckles, locking his fingers against hers as his thumb brushes over hers in return. "Well you did keep me up a little late past my bedtime," he says as he teasingly presses his hips up against hers and nips softly at her earlobe. "But other than that, never slept better!"

He turns his head to look at her. The closer she is, the more her wide-eyed, radiant smile throws him off guard. "So...how do you feel? I'm willing to bet there's not a single baker in this town looking as calm or chipper this morning as you do."

[If she wasn't awake before, that definitely would have been enough to get her pulse racing to the point of hyper alertness. She grins, heat rising to her face, and can't help shooting a glance at the kitchen to make sure no one's looking. She knows no one is, but even so... Y-yes, she has very fond memories of last night.]

Sometimes it's worth it to stay up a little late.

[She definitely isn't feeling any regrets, which is why she can't make herself apologize. Before she can get too distracted, she replies with a single nod.]

Really good. Excited! I think I've practiced enough with taro that I can put the taro cakes out for sale. It'll diversify our customer base for sure. What are your plans for the day?

"Well they gave me the day off today, so I figured I'd start by making some calls to home...go through script offers, try to get some backing for my own movie projects, stuff like that."

"Then when I get bored with that...which will be very quickly, I'll probably get my fill of blossom-viewing and see what else the festival offers..."

He presses another kiss to her cheek near her jawline. His arms are still wrapped around her, and while he doesn't want to get in her way while she's working, she hasn't pulled away yet, and he's in no rush to let her go.

"Is there anything I can pick up for you? Bento for your lunch break, sake for after closing, how 'bout a nice kimono? I'm sure there'll be at least 4 different beauty pageants you're not winning tonight only because of work!"

Marlon grins. He's already made a mental note to buy her a nice Ikebana arrangement and piece of handmade jewelry tonight no matter what she says. Spoiling each other was what they did best, after all.

"That doesn't sound like much of a day off. You're a really hard worker!" Orihime smiled up at him. She really admired his willingness to give everything he has to any task he adopts. Her only real regret was not being able to attend the majority of the festival with him. They would at least enjoy the evening time, with the soft glow of lanterns lighting the grassy walkways.

She laughed as he kissed her again, her hands squeezing his affectionately. No, she wasn't about to pull away any time soon, not when he made her feel this warm and loved. She tipped her head back to kiss his cheek in return.

"Wow, all of that? You'd spoil me instantly, ha ha!" Even though she knew he had plenty of money, she was still trying to get used to the idea of not having to be frugal. That was an even harder habit to break than calling his name with a formality attached. "I'd love a bento. That would be awesome, thank you very much!"

Of course she'd opt for the food. Of course.

"And I'll save you some sakura mochi?" Orihime offered. He had his pick of any treats he liked, but she thought he might want to try the one that was more seasonal and limited.

"Wait, which one is that? I have trouble keeping the eight different kinds of mochi you're making today straight...'yes to all'...that's my answer!"

Marlon laughs along with her, enjoying the moment. Then as they fall silent, he looks into her eyes for a moment and then moves in to kiss her. A full, passionate kiss. His arms slowly tighten around her waist as he coaxes her lips apart, sliding his tongue gently along hers. "Mmmm" he hums softly as his body presses against hers.

These were the moments...warm affection with small, shared bursts of passion that kept their romance alive and exciting. And although Marlon had known her for a while now and would be spending most of the day staying out of her way, he knew he didn't have to wonder if she appreciated him. And come the evening, they'd both be happy to see each other, and it would all start over again.

"Good answer!" she agreed enthusiastically. She could point out the different varieties later.

For now, she was appreciating his spontaneity more than ever. He was a very good kisser, and seemed to instinctively know how to make each moment together absolutely perfect. She smiled against his mouth, rising up a little on her toes at the sound of his voice thrumming deep in his throat.

She rested her hand on his cheek, lips parting as he deepens the kiss. The tighter he held her, the quicker her pulse. She was starting to wonder if she might have an excuse to open her shop a little late. No one would mind, least of all her and Marlon, she was sure. Her other hand skimmed over one of his arms, fingertips pressing and tracing out the lines and curves.

Once again, her kisses and caresses send him into overdrive. Marlon's lips begin to move more hotly against hers, breaking away only to trail his lips along the side of her neck. He lets a full sigh of passion escape his throat. And he can feel all the urges flooding through his head again...to put his hands all over her body, to completely lose himself in her, to take her as quickly as she-...

No wait! He forces himself to remember where he is, what her responsibilities are, the many more chances they'll have for this that don't involve a massive holiday crowd of customers for her business.

He realizes his aroused body is already pressed up very tightly against her and his hands have barely stopped below her breasts. God, she makes it so easy to get carried away!

"Wait..." he whispers breathlessly, laughing with nervous with excitement "Wait...let's not get ahead of ourselves, huh?"

Orihime rocked slightly, her breath catching as they abruptly stopped their passions. She had never cursed a holiday before, but this time, she came awfully close.

"Y...you're right," she laughs, her heart thumping in her throat. She really didn't want to stop, but he'd just told her how much work he had to do, and there were still things she needed to prepare. There was still tonight, and they had no shortage of days to spend together. No need to get carried away...

...even if she really wanted to.

She closed her eyes, nuzzling into his neck as she fought to catch her breath. "You're right," she said again, smiling as she breathed his scent. "There's always tonight, ne?" And she did want to wear her kimono for him.

"Orihime," he says softly as he kisses the side of her head "I swear on my mother that tonight will be at least three times more amazing than this could ever have been."

It takes every bit of will power he has to slowly pull away, and he has to lean on the counter top to catch his breath and collect himself.

"Damn...what you do to me..." he begins to mutter under his breath until he looks up and sees her looking at him. Smiling he leans over, cups her cheek against his palm and kisses her softly and lovingly.

"So...you gonna be okay? I know this is nothing compared to fighting off a Hollow or settling unrest in the Soul Society, but you're going to be up against quite a crowd today!"

Orihime leaned into his hand, smiling up at him. He was so good to her. There was so much she'd never known she could feel or experience until she met him. He encouraged her to let go, to act on her feelings instead of keeping them locked away. Did he know how much that meant to her? She hoped so, and tried to say so again as she kissed him with gentle affection.

She rested her brow against his, grinning. "I'll be okay! I'm looking forward to the challenge. I'll get to share the things I love with people, and make them happy. I'm really excited!" No one setting foot in her shop would be the kind of person who disliked cake, and she was confident in her ability to bake and decorate to know she wouldn't let anyone down. There was only one real regret to speak of.

"I'm sorry we can't spend the day together. I swear on your mother too to make tonight three times better!"

"I'm sure Mama would appreciate all the promises of wonderful sex being made on her behalf today," he quips

"Orihime, baby..." he whispers softly wrapping his arms around her waist once again "You don't have to promise me a thing. I know the next time I see you will be the night of my life. You've always made sure of that...Though I gotta say, I was here last night, so you've already got a really tough act to follow."

Leaving one last kiss on her cheek and a soft, briefly lingering one on her lips, Marlon slowly pulls away and fighting every urge in his body, heads toward the kitchen door.

"Good luck, honey. Make 'em weak at the knees!"

"Mm," she smiled, savoring their last kiss. It was always hard to say goodbye, but admittedly, the hellos were that much better every time. There was still so much she felt like she hadn't told him, but...tonight. She'd confess all of her feelings and admiration tonight, for sure.

"You too," she replied with a dreamy dazed smile.

Then she realized what she was telling him to do.

"Wait no don't do that! Just me! Ah ha ha ha ha!" she waved her arms, laughing. "See you at closing time!"

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