The premise of the meme is simple. Two characters, lovers, have been separated for a time. How long is up to you, as is the reason for the separation. Was it unwilling - an imprisonment, a required journey - or because of a choice one of the characters made? The reason may, of course, color the reunion, and somebody may be pretty miffed, with good reason. Still, the theme is the same: intimacy after being apart.
This meme is mostly geared towards being a smut meme, but nobody will judge you for just doing so heavy fluff.
[He tugs his bracers off before she can get to them, so Martha settles for working on his shirt. Her nimble fingers make quick work of the buttons, but she slows down then, pulling the fabric aside and leaving a trail of kisses from his navel to his collarbone.]
[ Jack is a little surprised at how excited she is, but he's not about to protest for a moment. He tosses his shirt aside, giving a quiet sigh when she kisses up his body. He pushes her robe off her shoulders in turn, ducking in to catch her lips with kisses and nibbles as they reach near his neck. ]
How long did you say you were on leave..? You weren't planning on wearing clothes at all during that time, were you?
Couple'a days. Enough for them to deem me "well rested" and "fit for duty." And no, clothes are definitely overrated. You of all people should know that.
[And she'll just shut him up again by planting yet another kiss on his lips]
[ He chuckles in agreement and chases her lips with his own. His hands wrap themselves around the curve of her figure, refamiliarising himself with her shape and getting himself two full palmfuls of her breasts, kneading and rolling them in his palms, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles against her nipples. ]
[She bites down on his lip harder than she intended when he plays with her nipples, and digs her nails into his back. Only for a moment, and then she's fumbling with the button on his trousers. It's been too long and she needs this badly.]
[ As far as telegraphed signs are concerned, Martha is making hers more than apparent, but her desire is feeding into him so easily, and he's more than happy to feed it right back to her. Her tugging at his trousers does pull a bit of a laugh from him, and he in turn pinches and tugs at her nipples. ]
If I'd known you were this excited to get started, I'd have helped you out with that shower. Really give you something to clean up after.
[ Jack then begins bullying her backward until she hits the table. He grins and glances down to her hands at the waist of his trousers. ]
There something you want in there? Ask nicely and I might give it to you.
[The pinch makes her gasp and then she bumps into the table. Martha lets go of Jack a moment to lift herself onto the table. Seated, she wraps her legs around him, drawing him ever closer.]
Please Jack
[Her hands go back to his trousers, finally getting the button free. She starts exploring his hip bones.]
[ The way she grabs him with her legs puts an excited glint in his eye, and he chuckles, leaning in close. ]
Well, since you asked so nicely..
[ As if he could deny her like this anyway. He pushes his trousers down and off his hips, stepping out of them just to press himself against her and let her feel his aching erection rubbing against her. He chuckles again, the sound mixing with a quiet moan. ]
Looks like someone else missed you too. And you feel so wet already...It'd be cruel to leave you in that state. [ He leaned in and breathed against her ear, pushing his hips harder against her. ] And lucky for you, I am not a cruel man.
[ He reaches down to position himself and with a strong, swift movement, he plunges deep into her, another groan escaping his lips. ]
[She should have expected it, given this was Jack and all, yet Martha's responding groan holds just a hint of surprise. The pleasure wins out though and she rakes her nails up his sides. Her knees tighten around his hips. His lips, unfortunately, are too far away in this position, and too difficult to try to reach regardless. She settles for tracing a path up his torso and circling a nipple.]
[ The burn that the wake of her nails left in Jack's skin pulled a tight groan from him and a deep shiver when her fingers found their destination. His hands hook themselves behind her knees, using them a bit as leverage in his thrusts which the table seems to greatly protest against with its creaks and shakes. ]
Oh... Martha.. God I've missed how good you feel..
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[As Jack grabs her knees to leverage his thrusts, she uses it as leverage to tilt her pelvis up just a bit. The change is slight, but the change in what she's feeling is huge. Martha groans again, though it only lasts a second before she starts panting.]
Jack... Jack...
[She know's she's not going to last long this first time, and honestly she doesn't want to. She knows this first one is more of a necessity for her that will make the rest of the night enjoyable. Her free hand anchors itself to his hip, fingers clutching.]
[ Jack absolutely does not need to be told twice. Even he can feel the very slight change in her angle, and she feels fantastic. His hold on her switches to gripping her hips in turn, pulling her against him with each thrust as his movements become rougher, more violent. Each snap of his hips into her comes with a grunt through gritted teeth and sweat begins to gather on his brow and neck, cheeks flushing with his labour. ]
F-fuck.. Martha.. Oh god...
[ He pulls her hips a little further off the edge of the table, giving him just enough room to plant one of his hands by her head, despite the protests of the furniture beneath them, and lets out another tight groan from how this great new angle feels. ]
Shit.. Martha.. God, I want to come inside you.. I'm getting close
[ He could feel her walls clenching him tight, trying to draw him deeper, and with some shuddering, he's able to keep moving as his own orgasm builds, his pace slowing, but his thrusts harder, taking her through her own orgasm. When she finally relents around him, he gasps and gives a deep shudder, his hips spasming when he hits his own peak and he spills himself into her. As he finishes, he smiles down at her, and bends down to kiss her ever so sweetly. ]
Shit... I'm sorry. I think I got carried away. You okay..? God you look gorgeous like that.
[ The fact that she didn't mind put a warm smile on his face. He returned the kiss, letting it linger and even gently grinding his hips against her. Her suggestion made him chuckle just a little. ]
Well, it is your place. I'd be more than happy move wherever you feel most comfortable. I don't think I need to tell you I'm easy.
[ He then proceeded to kiss a line down her neck and chest, down between her breasts. ]
Sofa? Bedroom? The shower might be a little cramped, but I think I can make it work.
What can I say? I'm insatiable. And you're so sexy that it really shouldn't be a surprise. Come on, look at you. Who couldn't look at you and want to be with you?
[ The bedroom sounds nice. While there's some scandalous nature to just staying in the kitchen or the living room, he can't deny that there's a certain level of comfort and warmth had by the bedroom. And Martha's bed was so comfortable.
There's a soft sigh from him just before he slips out of her, though he bids her a kiss as a silent apology. If he could choose to stay inside her, he absolutely would, but he figures she might eventually want some bodily autonomy. ]
Whatever you say. I'm a guest in your home, after all. Your rules.
The Doctor? [Because you did just walk right into that though. Bodily autonomy is nice and she's happy to stand... though her hips protest as she does.]
But then it's hard to let that sting when I remember I'm Shakespeare's Dark Lady.
[Now she's really just teasing him.]
Too bad hygiene was so horrendous back then. Imagine if I were able to say I shagged the Bard himself.
[ Jack winces at the mention of the Doctor. She was right, but at the same time, he knew exactly how she felt. He offers a sympathetic smile and a hand to help her to her feet. ]
See? You've got that going for you. Trust me, he has no idea what he's missing. More for me, I guess.
[ He winks and chuckles. ]
It'd be quite the achievement. I'd be jealous. I do have Proust, though, so I'm not completely without my trophies.
[ He smiles right back at her and lifts her hand to kiss, as if to silently apologise for the absence of Mickey. ]
A bit like you'd expect. Very French, a bit repressed, quiet. In public, anyway. Very interesting and introspective man, passionate. You'd probably find him boring.
[ He nods in the direction of her bedroom, giving her hand a little tug and a gentle squeeze. ]
But I'm not here to kiss-and-tell. Well, not unless it gets you off, anyway.
You don't need to want to sleep wirh someone to be friends with them. The fact that I do is just a coincidence. And lucky for me that so many of my friends share that sentiment.
[ If Martha wants his attention, he's more than happy to give it to her. ]
You want my attention? Martha, by the time I'm through with you, I promise you'll be absolutely sick of me.
[ He gets a wild grin on his face and rushes her, grabbing her around the waist and hoisting her up with little effort and carrying her the rest of the way to the bedroom. ]
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[ Jack shrugs his coat off and tosses it over one of the chairs behind him and pulls his bracers off to get things going a little further. ]
Guess we should do something about that, shouldn't we? I could use a little help.
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[He tugs his bracers off before she can get to them, so Martha settles for working on his shirt. Her nimble fingers make quick work of the buttons, but she slows down then, pulling the fabric aside and leaving a trail of kisses from his navel to his collarbone.]
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How long did you say you were on leave..? You weren't planning on wearing clothes at all during that time, were you?
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[And she'll just shut him up again by planting yet another kiss on his lips]
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If I'd known you were this excited to get started, I'd have helped you out with that shower. Really give you something to clean up after.
[ Jack then begins bullying her backward until she hits the table. He grins and glances down to her hands at the waist of his trousers. ]
There something you want in there? Ask nicely and I might give it to you.
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I wouldn't have let you. I was a disaster.
[The pinch makes her gasp and then she bumps into the table. Martha lets go of Jack a moment to lift herself onto the table. Seated, she wraps her legs around him, drawing him ever closer.]
Please Jack
[Her hands go back to his trousers, finally getting the button free. She starts exploring his hip bones.]
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Well, since you asked so nicely..
[ As if he could deny her like this anyway. He pushes his trousers down and off his hips, stepping out of them just to press himself against her and let her feel his aching erection rubbing against her. He chuckles again, the sound mixing with a quiet moan. ]
Looks like someone else missed you too. And you feel so wet already...It'd be cruel to leave you in that state. [ He leaned in and breathed against her ear, pushing his hips harder against her. ] And lucky for you, I am not a cruel man.
[ He reaches down to position himself and with a strong, swift movement, he plunges deep into her, another groan escaping his lips. ]
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whoops. sorry about that formatting last time.
Oh... Martha.. God I've missed how good you feel..
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Jack... Jack...
[She know's she's not going to last long this first time, and honestly she doesn't want to. She knows this first one is more of a necessity for her that will make the rest of the night enjoyable. Her free hand anchors itself to his hip, fingers clutching.]
Harder.
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F-fuck.. Martha.. Oh god...
[ He pulls her hips a little further off the edge of the table, giving him just enough room to plant one of his hands by her head, despite the protests of the furniture beneath them, and lets out another tight groan from how this great new angle feels. ]
Shit.. Martha.. God, I want to come inside you.. I'm getting close
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Almost Jack.... a-almo... oh..
[She shouts and arches her back as the orgasm practically explodes through her, sending spasms throughout her body.]
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Shit... I'm sorry. I think I got carried away. You okay..? God you look gorgeous like that.
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It's been way too long. And that was just the perfect start for our weekend.
[She pushes up to her elbows to get closer and give him a better kiss.]
I wouldn't have it any other way. Except... perhaps next we try somewhere a bit more comfortable than the table.
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Well, it is your place. I'd be more than happy move wherever you feel most comfortable. I don't think I need to tell you I'm easy.
[ He then proceeded to kiss a line down her neck and chest, down between her breasts. ]
Sofa? Bedroom? The shower might be a little cramped, but I think I can make it work.
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[She grazes her fingers along his hip as she pretends to think about it.]
I wouldn't mind the bed to be honest.
[It's more comfortable for both of them, and she really is going to tire soon. Might as well continue where they'll end up anyway.]
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[ The bedroom sounds nice. While there's some scandalous nature to just staying in the kitchen or the living room, he can't deny that there's a certain level of comfort and warmth had by the bedroom. And Martha's bed was so comfortable.
There's a soft sigh from him just before he slips out of her, though he bids her a kiss as a silent apology. If he could choose to stay inside her, he absolutely would, but he figures she might eventually want some bodily autonomy. ]
Whatever you say. I'm a guest in your home, after all. Your rules.
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But then it's hard to let that sting when I remember I'm Shakespeare's Dark Lady.
[Now she's really just teasing him.]
Too bad hygiene was so horrendous back then. Imagine if I were able to say I shagged the Bard himself.
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See? You've got that going for you. Trust me, he has no idea what he's missing. More for me, I guess.
[ He winks and chuckles. ]
It'd be quite the achievement. I'd be jealous. I do have Proust, though, so I'm not completely without my trophies.
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My life is so much better since I walked away. It involves you. And there was Mickey.
[She tangles her fingers with his and gives him a smile.]
And what was Proust like?
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A bit like you'd expect. Very French, a bit repressed, quiet. In public, anyway. Very interesting and introspective man, passionate. You'd probably find him boring.
[ He nods in the direction of her bedroom, giving her hand a little tug and a gentle squeeze. ]
But I'm not here to kiss-and-tell. Well, not unless it gets you off, anyway.
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Boring! I'd do no such thing. However, I think he'd be uninterested in me. I'm pretty sure I'm not his type.
[A tug is all she needs though. Martha's happy to lead Jack to the bedroom. She turns so she's walking backwards.]
Hm... maybe not. Not now at least. I'd rather have all your attention on me.
{She does like hearing about his life though. Including the kissing parts.]
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The fact that I do is just a coincidence. And lucky for me that so many of my friends share that sentiment.
[ If Martha wants his attention, he's more than happy to give it to her. ]
You want my attention? Martha, by the time I'm through with you, I promise you'll be absolutely sick of me.
[ He gets a wild grin on his face and rushes her, grabbing her around the waist and hoisting her up with little effort and carrying her the rest of the way to the bedroom. ]