Nonsexual Romance

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NONSEXUAL romance Romantic relationships, under most circumstances, have a sexual component to them. That's just another level of connection many desire with the one they love. Not so the case with you. You're with someone, and both of you very much acknowledge it's some sort of relationship, but you're not with-with them - not sexually. Whether you're just unexperienced and not ready to move to that level yet, believers in romantic friendship (or that situation is more convenient, given your time and place of residency), unable to consummate anything due to physiological differences or other issues, celibate, or simply content with the intimacy that you do have, it's a mutual decision...isn't it? But is this the way you two see yourselves continuing, without wanting more? And what about other people? If they know you're together, do they see your arrangement as "strange" or "less?" Even if they do, though, it may not matter; you have each other. Comment. You know the drill by now, folks! Reply to everyone and everybody. Be on the look out for a companion smut meme coming later tomorrow or so at TLH.

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Obi-Wan Kenobi | Star Wars | OTA

[jedies]

Freyjadour Falenas | Suikoden V | OTA

[sunruined]

Hugo | Suikoden III | OTA

[grasslander]

satine kryze | star wars

[obviation]

ooc | also in canon form as reassertion but honestly when you see your character in the meme image ....

[jedies]

( got a prompt in mind? )

[reassertion]

ooc | !!!! i'm all about the posing as a couple trope, either during their time together or during the clone wars.

using my tcw account

[beardstrokes]

[ He really didn't like this place. On one hand, being Satine's knight and rumoured lover is certainly adding to her credibility and strength. And Mandalore valued strength above all.

Still, they hated Jedi and it was hard to focus on the real threats when everyone was debating throwing a dagger into your back. ]

I can't say this was one of your better ideas, my dear.

[reassertion]

I didn't hear any better ones from you, Obi, [ comes satine's cool reply, pulling her hood over her head.

the duchess is, once more, a wanted woman, and while she had been loathe to abandon her people, she had to find safe passage to get to the senate as quickly as possible to plead her case before the council again. of course, with their original transport lost, there was little they could do. they had to find their way onto a cruise ship.

she gently takes his arm, keeping up appearances. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ He moves closer at that. Danger, his senses scream at him but from what and who? It's hard to tell in such a hostile environment. The sooner they left, the better.

If he twines their hands together, no one can see them. ]

That's because you didn't give me time to finish speaking.

[reassertion]

[ the ship contains a variety of people, but sneaking in through the lower decks where the seedier visitors stay. they're looking for them.

being careful and aware of her surroundings is something that was instilled in the duchess at an early age, and she finds herself falling into old habits from those days when she and obi-wan were much younger. she squeezes his hand for reassurance, taking comfort in the touch. ]

There was no time for you to finish speaking, Ben, [ she allows the second, secret nickname to slip out. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ Under normal circumstances, Obi-Wan would be poised, confident and not let anything slip. But Satine always had a way of loosening his stance and if he grumbles, it's light and barely noticeable. ]

That seems awfully convenient lately.

[ But, no less true. The war had taken away so much time from everyone. ]

Ithuriel | Angel OC

[bringstolight]

[ibringtidings]

He was, as ever, quiet as he came to the couch. Today, the dark circles beneath his eyes were a little darker as he found a way to settle with wings propped over the cushions and head resting on the couch arm. It had been a long day, but this space, this shared space, felt like a safe harbor. Here, he could relax and not worry about word that needed to be given, with all its myriad reactions. Here, there was sunlight through the window, a couch he could stretch out on, and company he didn't have to hide his wings around. "Is there popcorn?" he asked in a fabric-obscured mutter. "I'd like there to be popcorn."

[bringstolight]

"I suppose there can be popcorn if you wait a few minutes." With the couch claimed and completely covered it wasn't a hardship for Ithuriel to get up and move to the kitchen. There were easier ways to make popcorn. A wave of the hand and he could will it into existence if he felt like it. Conjured things were never the same and it was a waste.

He cooked it the old fashioned way, in a shallow pan with oil and a little salt. Microwaved wasn't the same. Within minutes the scent filled the kitchen and drifted out to the living room where a certain someone was resting.

[ibringtidings]

Yes, he was a lazy lump of angel, but when the wonderful smell started to waft through the air, he nearly could've joined it. Warmth, salt, that inherent temptation... It wasn't the best thing in the world, but Anathiel didn't even hesitate to stand up and pad on sock feet until his chin was perched on Ithuriel's shoulder. "You're wonderful," he sighed. "I owe you."

He closed his eyes, shoulders sagging gratefully. Yes, he would still probably go and inhabit around two thirds of the couch, but old-fashioned popcorn was reason enough for him to drag his lazy rear off the sofa in favour of showing appreciation.

[bringstolight]

"You don't owe me," he said with affection heavily lacing his tone. "A gift freely given as long as you share." He reached up and gently patted him on the top of his head. Sometimes even angels got tired and needed a break from the rest of the world. Clearly, Anathiel needed a little tending to which was something Ithuriel was all too happy to do.

When the last kernel had popped he shook the white fluffy bits into a large ceramic bowl. A dash of salt and butter later he plucked one out and pressed it against Anathiel's lips. "Does it need anything else?" Ithuriel preferred his popcorn as plain as possible. Not everyone had his simpler tastes however.

[ibringtidings]

A quick little flick of lips and tongue snagged the popcorn and then Anathiel was chewing, and smiling blissfully. "S'perfect," he said around his tiny mouthful and gave Ithuriel's cheek a quick, and slightly salty, kiss. "And you know I'll share."

He always did, and always liked doing it. It felt good, felt satisfying, and with Ithuriel, well, it was second nature. "You make popcorn so much better than the microwave."

And it was just the kind of comfort he needed after his day. Each day was different. Some were heavier than others. Today had been one of those, with most of the news he had to bring not being so well received. He knew that the answers were what they were, and he accepted it, but he also knew that not everyone involved with bad news could be so sanguine and understand that there was indeed a will greater than theirs.

[bringstolight]

He stepped away from Anathiel so he could put the bowl in his hands. "Go get comfortable. I'll bring some water and join you in a second." Ithuriel smiled softly, ready to give council and comfort in equal measure depending what he needed most.

His knew, of course he did, but he also knew that sometimes being silent encouraged more than speaking.

Ithuriel gave him a nudge towards the living room again. Rest, comfort food and a gentle presence would do a great deal in easing the weight that clung to him. It was obvious in the way he carried himself and the slight droop in his wings. They could feel very heavy when things were difficult.

Igraine | The Order: 1886 | M/F

[virtuealone]

AkaRed - Boukenger Vs Super Sentai/Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger - OTA

[inheritstheredsouls]

Natsumi Hikari - Kamen Rider Decade - OTA

[summerorange]

lioriley | original | ota

[invigorates]

Kiriko Shijima - Kamen Rider Drive - OTA

[drivesshotgun]

Right - Ressha Sentai ToQger - OTA

[lunchleader]

elliot alderson, mr robot. (ota)

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