the shipping picture prompt meme

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the shipping picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME & THE SMUT PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR SHIPPING.

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY.

Link to an image:   <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a>

Embed an image in your reply:   <img src=IMAGEURL>

You can control width and height of your pictures:   <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

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no probably not.... sends you coffee??

[avicula]

( he doesn't have d'avin's physique, that's true — but in dutch's eyes, that isn't such a bad thing. she doesn't need the reminder, and there's more than just one body type that she's attracted to. hell, half the time it isn't even about the body so much as it is about some small detail: the curve of a grin, the sound of laughter, the spark in someone's eyes, the sway of hips, confidence or strength or alertness. it wasn't his body that had attracted her to d'av, not primarily, and scott's body isn't the main reason why she's in bed with him now, either.

she doesn't want to be thinking about any of those reasons, though, and so she's glad when he kisses her again. she tips her head to the side and back to give him better access to her jaw, to her throat if he wants to continue downward. )

That's a terrible excuse.

( despite her light tone, her fingers linger at the edge of the gauze covering his side. for a moment, her jaw works. ) You and I, we should spar after this.

( so that she can teach him some tricks, if he wants. it was offering that, or asking who she should be punching in order to return the favour, and she's not quite ready to acknowledge the anger that flares hot at the thought of someone hurting scott. he's a grown adult; he isn't part of her little family, there's no reason for her to care.

if only she believed that. )

[tictacs]

( scott laughs, more tinkling bells than loud trumpets, and his smile translates in the kisses he moves over her neck, her pulse, the last bit of flesh that shows before it gives way to the fabric of dutch's shirt. ) Yeah? ( and he thinks about it: about how different she is from him, about how much stronger. he's good at evading, she's good at hitting--he wonders who'll give first, or if they'll come to the very striking possibility they'll meet halfway.

he withdraws his mouth, uses one hand to brush a dark curl of hair up over dutch's ear, and then kisses the edge of her cheek. )

Sure. ( another kiss, and the tips of scott's fingers trace the shell of her ear with reverence, with adoration. ) Yeah, teach me how to punch.

Or how to not be punched.

( he noses at her cheek just for a moment, gentle and warm, but already his free hand is trailing down her shirt, moving down to tug at the hem of it and brush the tip of his thumb over what he can reach of dutch's stomach. )

I'm in your hands.

( and up his fingers trail, tracing up her body at the same time he moves kisses down her neck and to her collarbone. )

[avicula]

( dutch was trained from far too young an age to be a killer, an assassin, to be ruthless with others and with herself. these days, ruthlessness is no longer her first instinct, her training something she deliberately sets aside in favour of mercy or the occasional act of gentleness. she's very good at hitting, at killing and disarming. that doesn't mean she's never been bested or that she won't. )

Maybe we'll start with kicks. ( she grins for a moment, contrary for the sake of it. for a moment, her thighs tighten around his waist before she rolls them over on the bed, straddling him. dutch pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it aside, before settling her hands on the bed, palms flat on either side of scott's head.

she leans in, but doesn't kiss him. instead, mouth hovering just above his, she smiles. ) Now you're in my hands.