The Tea Shop Meme

[sailorgenerous]

The Tea Shop Meme

Just what it says on the tin: you're in a tea shop. Maybe it's your first time, or maybe you're a regular. Maybe you're alone, or with a friend, or a group. Maybe you're celebrating something, or writing the next great novel, or you simply want to sit down and enjoy your tea. Maybe you don't like tea at all; maybe someone dragged you there. Maybe you know more about tea than the proprietor. Maybe you are the proprietor.

Any which way, you're in a tea shop.

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Now sit down and drink your goddamn tea have fun!

Comments

Re: why do i love playing him so much right now omg

[mistereames]

*He leans over the table and kisses the sugar off of his lips, grinning cheekily.*

You. You are.

because he's just so fan-fucking-tastic?

[thetrenchcoatangel]

*His nose scrunches up in a silly manner at the kiss and he keeps his hands against the table. A small, almost huffing noise comes from the back of his throat and he turns his head a bit, bumping his nose against Eames'.*

I do not understand how.

Re: eee yes

[mistereames]

I know. *grins* That's what so cute.

hehehe

[thetrenchcoatangel]

*continues to pout in a way that only Castiel can*

Re: :3

[mistereames]

*laughs and kisses it away*

Re: :3

[thetrenchcoatangel]

*nope, nope, he's gonna keep pouting this time*

[mistereames]

*pouts, too* Love, come on.

<-- DO YOU SEE THIS FACE, EAMES? THIS IS THE FACE OF AN UNAMUSED ANGEL

[thetrenchcoatangel]

*shakes his head, still pouting*

Re: <-- this is the face of an attractive eames

[mistereames]

*huffs through his nose*

<-- this is the jaw that attractive eames should be licking

[thetrenchcoatangel]

*POUT, POUT, POUT, YOU'VE GOT SOME SERIOUS ANGEL POUTING GOING ON NOW*

Re: you asked for it

[mistereames]

*reaches forward to grab one side of his jaw and run his tongue along the other*

eames, now you have to deal with a confused and aroused angel in public

[thetrenchcoatangel]

*lets out a gasp of surprise and then whimpers, shivers, and moans quietly* Eames.

Re: i am pleased

[mistereames]

*grins and bites his skin, thumb moving against the opposite side*

you whore

[thetrenchcoatangel]

*whimpers again and squeezes his eyes shut, fingers clutching at the edges of the table*

Re: you whore

[mistereames]

*licks a stripe up to his ear and nibbles on it*

[thetrenchcoatangel]

*moans and squirms in his seat* Eames, please.

[mistereames]

*whispers into his ear* I can't help it. You taste... *smacks his lips* splendid.

[thetrenchcoatangel]

*squirms some more and shivers* We are in public.