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{ the gift giving meme }

{ how to play }

1. Post your characters along with any preferences in the subject
2. RNG yourself or choose a number between 1-15 and tag others.
3. Feel free to include pics/links or write the notes that go with their gifts!
4. Please set scenes for your RP partner - don't just comment with a link of a gift and RNG'd number in the header.

{ tie it up in a pretty little bow }

1. 'Tis The Season!
→ It's some holiday or another, and you don't want to be the one who breaks tradition by not giving a gift.

2. Happy Birthday!
→ Another year older! Is it their sweet sixteenth? The no-holds-barred-finally-legal 21? Or that stately eighty candles that might set the cake on fire...

3. Sweet Valentine
→ Not that you need a commercialized excuse to butter up your sweetheart, but if the heart-decorated chocolate truffle fits...

4. Anniversary
→ You didn't forget ~~this year~~! But seeing as how it only comes once a year, you'd better make it fantastic ~~or you'll be sleeping on the couch... again :(~~

5. Wedding Bells
→ It's the bride and groom's happiest day and you want to give them something to commemorate this momentous occasion!

6. Housewarming
→ Those new neighbors of yours are still getting settled. Why not give them something to welcome them to the neighborhood?

7. What Bribery?
→ It never hurts to get on someone's good side, right? Especially if they could make your life miserable if they don't like you...

8. Get Well Soon!
→ Someone's stuck in the hospital and you just know that a gift will put a smile back on their face.

9. Going Away
→ They have to leave and you can't go with them, but you'll wait until they return. Give them something to remind them of you while they're far away.

10. I Miss You!
→ Has it been a week? A year? However long they've been away, you want them to know you're still thinking of them.

11. I'm So Sorry
→ You've screwed up big time and apologies just don't feel good enough, but you'll give them a token of your sincerity.

12. You're Appreciated!
→ There's just no one else like that person! You know everything they've done for you and others and you to show your appreciation.

13. Glorious Victory!
→ Hail the conquering hero! It doesn't matter if they've run a marathon or usurped a kingdom, this calls for mighty spoils!

14. Secret Admirer~
→ You haven't quite worked up the courage to give them something in person, and hopefully they don't recognize your handwriting...

15. Wildcard
→ Anything else, go crazy with it.

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[He was silent. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time - to run away - be his true self with her, but he knew he couldn't. He knew he couldn't leave Hell's Kitchen. It needed him and a part of him needed it.]

Then I'll stay and fight with you.

[She knows he can't leave, he loves this city too much to leave it. But she hopes he also loves her. She tugs at his shirt, over eager to feel more of his skin.]

We make a good team.

We do.

[They were in sync when they fought. They knew each other's moves and attacks. It helped that they were both trained by Stick, but still. There was this physical connection he never had with anyone else.

Sitting up, Matt unknotted his tie and pulled it from his collar before tossing it aside. His shirt was next, fingers undoing the buttons quickly.]

[They were both trained by Stick, but there is something about fighting alongside your lover that is beyond knowing their fighting style. There is an intimate connection that is forged in the bedroom and it carries over.

Once his shirt is off she is gifted with his throat to kiss and lightly draw her teeth across. Elektra could never be completely gentle.]

[He couldn't help but let out a shakey breath. She did things to him no other woman was able to do before.

Sliding his hands back under her top, he bunched it up under her breasts before pulling it off completely.]

[And Matt was something special for her as well, on her list of partners, he's the one that matters most.

She sighs at the exposure of skin to air.]

I've missed this.

[He moved down, kissing every scar, every wound, every mark he felt with his lips.]

I've missed you. [He said this against her navel.]

[She has always had something like awe at the way he could learn her through touch. She's pretty sure that Matt can see her more clearly than anyone else. She threads her fingers through his hair, a quiet smile on her lips, one that plays in her voice.]

Show me how much you missed me.

[He pinched her skin with his teeth before pulling down her pants and underwear, exposing her. He loved her, but he almost loved her body more. Sure, he was blind, but he knew what her muscles could do - how much her bones could withstand.]

[She is firm and toned, a body trained to maximize every punch and kick. Elektra adores him, she always has. Bringing out some of the dark in him; sure he wasn't a killer like she is, but no one who spends their nights beating other people to a pulp is a truly pure soul. They both love the adrenaline and the pain.]

[He spread her legs apart, already smelling a scent that was completely her own - unique and intoxicating - a scent he wanted to bury himself in. Moving down the bed even more, he settled between her legs, scratching his scruff against the inside of her thighs before reaching out with his tongue to taste her.]

[She knows how easily he can smell her arousal. How he listens to her breathing and heart rate to figure out when she's close.

She let's out a quiet curse as her tongue meets her flesh, between her legs seems to be the part of her that has stayed the most familiar.]

No one has ever been better at this than you; so in tune with me.

[He hummed in response, her comment spurring him on as he sucked her clit between her lips. She tasted just like she did ten years ago, memories of them fucking still vivid in his mind.]

[And he's just as precise as he was ten years ago. He still remembers exactly how she wants him. This is the very best way to come back from the dead, nothing makes you feel more alive than the pleasures of the flesh.]

Fuck, Matthew.

[He locked his arms around her thighs, pinning her in place as he licked and sucked at her. It was easy to fall into familiar patterns. He knew what worked for Elektra and what didn't. Sure, one could say it was formulaic but the sounds she made - the gasps and moans - or what she did with her hands and back - the way she arched herself off the bed or her fingers grabbing his hair - it made him hard - it made him want her even more.]

[She'd prefer a practiced formula that works over just experimenting. Matt is able to make her arch and writhe in moments. Grabbing at his hair to hold him just there as he drew her to climax.]

[He could feel her start to contract as she neared the edge of her orgasm. It only made him work her harder, faster, more constant.]

[She screams his name when she comes. Elektra is quiet when she fights but not so much when she fucks.]

Fuck I've missed you.

[The sound of his name from her filled his ears and when she came down from her orgasm, he lifted his head, licked his lips, and then pressed kisses to the inside of her thighs before sitting up.]

[There is a wicked smile on her lips, the same she always has in those blissful moments right after climax. She runs her hand along his abdomen.]

Your abs have gotten even better. Vigilante justice has done fantastic things for your physique.

[He laughed because it was such an Elektra thing to say. Crawling over her on his hands and knees, he smirked.]

Among other things I'm sure.

[If there was one thing to come out of his stint as a vigilante, it was confidence.]

[She runs her fingers over his scars, those are another vigilante gift. Each is carefully traced, mapped out and again committed to memory. If it could, he heart would be racing.

She arches up to catch his lips, a kiss that's got a hint of roughness to it.]

[She wanted him - that was clear. He bit her bottom lip, knowing he could be rough with her. The front of his pants tented with his erection and he pressed his body against hers, grinding their hips together.]

[The roughness makes her groan, and buck her hips against him. He's wearing too many layers, she needs him naked and she needs it now. She reaches between them to undo his pants, tugging at buttons and fabric to get them out of the way.]

[He helped her out - pushing his pants and underwear down as far as he could with one hand but still kissing her.]

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