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is it hot in here or is the floor LAVA

Just share the damn bed with me.

For whatever reason, the floor is an unacceptable place to sleep. It's messy, the dog is there, THE FLOOR IS LAVA, there's flooding, feels weird, or it's too dirty to walk on. Who cares why it's not acceptable, it just isn't! Normally, that's not an issue, but tonight you have a friend over. Maybe it's the safest place, maybe it's hurricane season and your house is the only one out of the path of the storm. Are they mooching off you? Stop trying to figure out the details! Just get over it and share the bed with that person! Sexy times are not required. Intimacy is not required. Just share the damn bed already.

Do you need options? DO YOU? Here! Have some options!

1. It's late. You're tired. Too tired to drive and THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
2. It's late. You're drunk. Too drunk. Honestly, how did you drink that much and not die? Should we take you to the hospital? Here, just stay in this bed with me. No, you can't sleep on the floor. THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
3. It's early. You thought you'd just come by and visit but you can barely function. The bed seems inviting. Guess what, you're invited into the bed! Yes. The bed. Not the floor. THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
4. DO YOU LIKE TO CUDDLE? CUDDLING IS OKAY. And yes, the floor is lava.
5. WILDCARD. Just figure out a reason why you need to share the bed. But don't forget: the floor is lava!
6. The Crack Fun Insane Option - Actually play the Floor is Lava Game!! Move about the room without touching the floor... because the floor is seriously lava.

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[ His fingers gently stroking her forearm give her gooseflesh; as light and gentle as the stroking is, the downy hairs on her arm are practically standing on end and not because of any drop in temperature. Rey has never known gentle touches like these — the most affection she's had prior to this has been a simple hug with Finn, wrapped tight in his embrace with her chin tucked over his shoulder. What Ren is doing is much more powerful, stirring up confused thoughts in her head and stirring up other things elsewhere.

There's a tension coiling in her belly at being this close to him, tightening more when he moves his bare feet between hers and maps out the shape of hers with his toes. The arch of her foot is ticklish and she squirms slightly against him when he touches it, a small puff of breath blowing against the back of his neck. ]

Master Skywalker would say that anger has no place at all, in our hearts. [ a small, thoughtful pause. ] But I'm of the opinion that he's never had to succumb to it, the way that you and I have.

[ Master Skywalker had grown to maturity with a stable family, a home that sheltered him, people who cared for him. Despite not having been raised by his parents, he knew nothing of abandonment. ]

Being an angel has its perks.

[ He replies with a small, crooked half-smile. And it's only now that Sam has returned that Castiel realizes that of course he never left the room in the time that Sam and Dean were gone, they're practically the only incentive he has to move around in the bunker. Without them the hallways are empty and silent, desolate, with only the ghosts of memories left behind. At least in Sam's room he has the 'company' of the TV to keep him occupied, voices and stories to fill up the silence and emptiness. Normally Castiel prefers places with solitude, but here underground in the bunker it's different. It feels lacking without its usual occupants and of course Castiel can't help but worry when the Winchesters are gone, whether it's on a small hunt or something bigger makes no difference to him. Castiel will always care and worry.

But Sam is back now, all soft smiles and quiet laughs, and Castiel feels lighter for it, relieved that he has returned whole and relatively unharmed. For all that he can heal anything with a simple touch, seeing his friends hurt never gets any easier no matter how often they end up bloody. (Which is very often.) It's so much better to have them come home like this, tired but not beaten down, physically or otherwise. Although even if Sam isn't seriously hurt, it's not going to stop Castiel from soothing away the minor aches anyway. He'd probably do it for a paper cut, even.

At least that way he can still be useful and he can take a little bit of suffering away. ]

I'm glad it went alright.

[ He'd ask for more details, just to keep talking, if Sam weren't so obviously ready to fall asleep and Castiel doesn't want to keep him from that. Instead he makes himself a bit more comfortable, shifting so that he's nearly lying down completely, wanting to linger in Sam's company for as long as he's allowed. There's no harm in staying a while longer, Sam wanted him to stay, he can turn off the TV and leave once Sam has fallen asleep. For now he can soak up his warm presence, feeling reassured by it and brighter for having him near.

And of course he didn't have to heal him, but ... ]

I wanted to.

( sometimes talking outside of brackets does help with creativity, lol. |D my skype is astrometics, if and when you would like to add me over there and we can chat about anything you like! and ... maybe also formally introduce ourselves since we've been doing this little back and forth waltz for a while now.

so rant away! i am all ears. c: )

[There was only a handful of people Ocelot has known as long as he's known Snake, which made this all the more special for him. There was no man he revered as much as John.

He groaned at the bite and then the push of the man's finger. He wasn't exactly prepped for fingering, but even if there was no lube involved, he didn't mind. If it hurt, he'd take it, and he'd enjoy it. Ocelot didn't care how sore he was in the morning.

He lifted one knee and arched his back a little.]

Oh. It's going to be that kind of morning is it? Of course it is. They are in a bed together, and when men like them wind up in a bed together it has a predictable ending. And he can't find any reason to complain about that.

"Maybe. If I didn't know any better, I'd almost think you were trying to goad me into proving my worth. But that leads me to my concern, being can you keep up with me?"

"I'm going to pretend that you're not insulting me." The look he gives FDR is intense, even if there is humor behind it. He can take jibes from certain people, but he doesn't ever want to let anyone get away with really thinking that he's less than.

"Have I ever let you down? I mean outside of legal matters." Those don't count. "If anyone has a problem keeping up..."

"Insult? Please, I am far too charming for that. Teasing you, though, well..."

And he shifts to a sitting position on the bed and reaches over to the night stand to grab a bottle of water-thank god drunk him has a dependable routine- and he takes a long drag before holding it out to Arthur.

His lips twitch about the legal matters comment. He's morally grey enough that it's often easy enough to turn a blind eye to the things Arthur does. So long as stealing secrets from the CIA doesn't become a job.

"So what do you suggest? I'm guessing the drinking competition ended in a wash. Should we go race our cars? Climb a mountain? Fuck eachother and see who comes first?"

Stealing from the CIA is about the last thing Arthur wants to do, which is why their friendship has never felt like a conflict of interest. Stealing from the CIA is how you get a much higher bounty on your head. Corporate crime is like literally taking candy from a baby compared to messing with countries on a federal level. Besides, there are records about him from his military days, so it would be supremely stupid of Arthur in particular to think that he'd ever get away with that kind of theft when the government already has his fingerprints and DNA on file.

"No drinking." Pushing himself up on his elbows, he takes the water bottle and downs a good amount himself. "There's no way you can beat me at chess or sex. Something fair."

"What?" His nose scrunches and he shoots Arthur an incredulous look. "Forget chess for a moment, we'll come back to it. But do you really think that sex wouldn't be fair game? Seriously?"

Arthur shrugs and throws FDR a coy smile. "I guess I could let you win if your ego really needs it."

There's a clear pattern to their interactions. This is exactly how they'd gotten blackout drunk last night. He can't remember, of course, but he just knows.

"Damn it Sammy, you're worse than Cas. It's called personal space." Dean has given up on both pillow and blanket now, and instead is pushing at his younger brother, trying to roll him back to the other side of the bed. Dean enjoys his personal space, everyone (except maybe Cas) knows and understands that - including Sam. What a brat.

This is the worst approach to sex ever. Or possibly the best. Right now it's still up in the air. And he knows he's being egged into this, but that doesn't make any difference, actually.

"Oh. You're not letting me win anything. Get your clothes off."

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I don't think I've ever had a wholesome visit to my chambers. For you, I suppose I can make an exception.

[Dorian laughs again and as Isabela's foot catches on the brim of the hat, she accidentally knocks into his chin at the same time and earns a startled yelp from the mage, hand reaching out to grab onto said foot. It only makes him laugh more.]

Top of the head...?

[Makoto supplied helpfully, face still buried in his hands so the words were a bit muffled. The innuendo was lost on him, sorry Kisumi.

He tried to defend himself from Kisumi's prying hands and questions, expression and voice a bit harassed.]

I-I can motivate myself! I just have to think about making my parents and siblings proud.

[Aka no he has no one.]

Rocket's eyes had closed when Quill makes the suggestion. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought of a similar arrangement situation. Even out of their sleeping arrangement, the two were nearly inseparable anyway; something all of their teammates had commented on at one point or another by now. It had bothered Rocket, at first. He didn't like others to know he cared about others, was a sign of weakness. Almost every time in the past he showed any sign of weakness, it bit him in the ass. But, with Quill, it felt different - felt, safe.

"If, you're sure about that." his eyes opening a little, ears shifting slightly too. He keeps his hold on Quill's arm.

[ Pancakes. How long has it been since he's had pancakes? How long has it been since he's had anything even remotely resembling a hot breakfast? Valmont tries very hard not to drool. It would mess up his tea.

But, while he is in fact incredibly hungry, Finn's suggestion is a very, very tempting one. He knows next to nothing about preparing food, but he's pretty sure it takes at least a few minutes, after all. If he can spend those few minutes in an actual hot shower - a shower with soap and shampoo and (does he dare to hope?) conditioner - ]

Don't mind if I do.

[ He makes no move to bring his mug over to the sink when he gets up. ]

I trust you'll let me know when the food's ready.

[ And, not waiting for an answer, he heads toward the stairs. Hell yes shower time. ]

Yeah. But don't wrap that hand back up when you're done, alright? I wanna take a look at it.

( he laughs, low and soft but entirely genuine. ) I can see how it would.

( it … he shouldn't think in these terms, but it's the closest to an analogy as he can come without taking it too far – it's almost like the year and change he'd spent without a soul, without the need for sleep, any of the other handful of singular human needs that serve more as hangups than anything else.

it's not something he would ever want to go back to, but it's something he understands, at least on a very general, basic level. and, really, he can't blame castiel for not thinking to go outside his room, outside the bunker when the boys themselves aren't around; if he has everything he needs within arm's reach, has far fewer needs to attend to than those of humans, what need is there at all to leave the comfort he's made for himself?

still, it's a bit amusing to prod him about it, and if it means coming back from a couple of days out to find him nestled nice and comfortably in his bed, almost like he's been waiting for him to return since the moment he'd left … that's just one more thing that has him finally beginning to feel like the bunker is home, the thought of it catching up to him so much later. so far after the fact that he's sure dean still thinks he's strange for it, because this is the first place they've had that feels like a real home that they've ever been allowed to have.

it's his presence that adds to the feeling of home, he realizes that now, just one more thing to add to the feeling of family, as well, that they've been steadily building over the past few years.

sam is quiet for another small moment, turning a bit to stretch out on his side with an arm pillowed beneath his head. the longer he stays like this, the easier it is to feel like he could stay awake – and he attributes that in whole to the angel's presence, the warmth of him next to him, the easy sort of relaxation that is far more preferable to being cooped up and cramped in the impala for the few hours' drive it had taken to get them back here. ) You know, I miss you coming on hunts with us. ( his tone is low, contemplative but entirely serious, because even though it's been a while since he'd thought of it, castiel might not have been the best hunter for some of the jobs they'd found themselves on, but the company has always been nice. )

You should come with us again, sometime. If you could tear yourself away from the TV for that long. ( he's back to grinning again, the corner of his mouth drawn upward in something that could almost be considered a smirk, still lopsided and easy.

and he's happy to keep talking, about everything and anything that could possibly cross cas' mind, if only because it's an excuse to keep him there even when he'd assured him that it was more than all right if he stayed in the first place. he hums, pleased and content and everything that he hasn't really been in longer than he cares to admit, like the small things in the universe that add up to something larger have finally found a resting place and are at peace as a whole, deigning to sit still for longer than the span of a breath taken and let go. )

Well, you're spoiling me. I don't think I've had to so much as deal with a cold for … ( pause. think. flippant shrug. ) Hell, I don't know. ( then again, there were those trials that almost killed you, remember?

but those totally don't count. )

Hm?

[ It takes half a second for Valmont to realize what Finn's talking about - he's so used to it by now, sometimes he forgets that having a periodically-reopening gash on your hand isn't normal for most people. ]

Oh. Suit yourself, I suppose.

[ He has his doubts about Finn's level of medical expertise, but if the man wants to take a look, far be it from Valmont to refuse. It's not likely to make things any worse, after all, and who knows? It might even help. ]

I'm guessing you'll be a bit, so I'll see what I can do about your clothes, too. Guessin' you'd rather not spend all day in clothes that don't really fit.

[And he'd rather not spend any more time looking at Valmont with an open shirt without the horrible bedhead to distract him from it.]

[Boss withdrew his finger, as he nipped at Ocelot's neck, humming deeply.]

Gonna need some lube....[He muttered against his lover's warm neck. He wasn't about to fuck him dry. That would hurt. He knew the cowboy enjoyed a bit of pain but he wasn't about to cause the man any discomfort. Snake's lips brushed against Ocelot's, as his fingers moved lower to unzip his comrade's fly and pull out his cock, giving it a few strokes.]

Ah... Yes, rest is important too... [But it is an afterthought to getting stronger in the end. And yes, Lee would only grin harder.]

I will be as quiet and careful as I can! [Lee stumbles slightly as he's released, but he manages to grab onto the railings. Even though most levels of fatigue are relatively manageable for him when he hasn't opened any Gates, he has been awake for a long time and it may already be passing his usual bedtime. So his movements are slowed as he tries to lightly jog up the stairs.]

[But why jog... or else, why question what Lee does when Neji already knows he won't get a pleasing answer.] Just wait for me when you reach the top. [Yep, still trailing behind like the old man he is. And then, when that hideous obstacle is over with-] You do understand you'll be spending the night?

[It's the last room to the left, which is just fine with Neji because it means no unnecessary everyday noises to bother him. He slips the key in and (gods he'll regret this) invites Lee in.]

[Kisumi let himself wince for a short while, hoping that Makoto wouldn't see that from behind his own hands. Such kisses were no fun at all. On the other hand, he should have predicted it—Makoto always had been shy, after all.]

I'm pretty sure they're proud of you already. If not all the time.

[It was unusual for Kisumi to sound so serious, but there he was. A moment later he even patted Makoto on the head.]

Kiss on a cheek will do. I mean, if you'd like to change your mind and go for my irresistible lips, I won't mind at all.

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is it hot in here or is the floor LAVA

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oh gosh, thank you! trust me the feeling is mutual, i adore your amazing sam

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Yeah, I am now :)

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i did not mean to take this long holy shit

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thank you so much! it's just so nice to see cas players that actually ... want to thread with a sam.

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