[mornthly] classic word association

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Word Association is a common word game involving an exchange of words that are associated together. The game is based on the noun phrase word association, meaning "stimulation of an associative pattern by a word" or "the connection and production of other words in response to a given word, done spontaneously as a game, creative technique, or in a psychiatric evaluation." ~ our lord and saviour wikipedia GUIDELINES ① post with your character's name & series. ② include a word of your choice and optionally the definition in the body of your comment. -- visit the random word generator if you need help! ③ other characters will reply with the first word their character associates with the one you chose. ④ continue back and forth until one of you just has to know the story behind an answer.

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[hornrimming]

Tailored.

[prettywoman]

Fit as fuck. [It's not his fault he associates tailors and bespoke suits with some of the most deadly, most attractive people he's ever known.]

[hornrimming]

I'm not sure that counts as a word.

[prettywoman]

It fuckin' should. [He twists a little in Merlin's arms so he can crane his neck and press a kiss to the soft underside of his jaw, hiding his grin in his boyfriend's stubble.] I look at you in your tailored trousers and all I can think about is how fuckin' hot you are.

[hornrimming]

[ He hums in contentment, leaning in but keeping his eyes deceptively on his tablet. ] Mm, and how do you think I feel, watching you strut about? That still does not make it a word though.

[prettywoman]

Fine. [He huffs, making a big show of wriggling around until he's comfortable again, and picks up Merlin's hand so he can lace their fingers together.] Sexy.

[hornrimming]

You.

[ He says with utter nonchalance, making sure that his fingers are properly laced. ]

[prettywoman]

[Eggsy's face is sort of tucked against Merlin's arm so he may or may not feel the sudden burst of heat in his cheeks as he blushes bright red.] Robin, that's cheating.

[hornrimming]

[ Merlin smiles, glancing down at him for only a moment before returning his attention to the uneventful headlines. ]

I think not, that's the first word that came to mind.

[prettywoman]

You're such a fuckin' liar.

[Still, he presses a little kiss to Merlin's arm, and starts to slowly wiggle down the bed, kissing as he goes.]

Umm. I dunno what comes to mind first when I think of me. Spy? Brother? You won't like the other words I think of.

[hornrimming]

Am not.

[ A master at playing unaffected, Merlin's fingers twist in Eggsy's hair as he otherwise makes no note of the kisses. ]

Spy works just fine, and you know that I'm nae too keen on you thinking negatively of yourself.

[prettywoman]

That's why I didn't say the other ones.

[He licks a little droplet of water off Merlin's ribs, a remnant of their post-coital shower that hasn't evaporated yet.]

'N' you're not playing along anymore. Spy, go.

[hornrimming]

[ So soon after a satisfying fuck and Merlin doesn't expect that he'll be able to get his cock up, but he enjoys the feeling of Eggsy's tongue on him all the same. ]

Work.

[prettywoman]

Dangerous.

[hornrimming]

Liaisons.

[prettywoman]

[Eggsy huffs out a laugh, his breath puffing across the edge of Merlin's ribs as he continues to mouth his way down his torso.]

Your office.

[hornrimming]

[ Merlin had had his knees up to lean his tablet on, but they slide down to give Eggsy some room, crossed at the ankles, tablet held up out of his boyfriend's way and thumbnail scratching the back of Eggsy's neck. ]

Sanctuary.

[prettywoman]

[That little scratch of Merlin's nail has a shiver crawling down Eggsy's back. He's quiet for a long moment, before he finally mumbles against Merlin's hip,]

Here.

[hornrimming]

Now who's a liar.

[ He retorts with a smile, finally putting down the tablet to give Eggsy his full attention. ]

[prettywoman]

[Eggsy pouts, hiding it by biting Merlin's hip bone.]

I ain't fuckin' lying.

[hornrimming]

[ The short, quiet huff of a vocalization that Merlin makes at the bite to his hip bone sits somewhere between admonition and pleased surprise. ]

Alright, alright, you're not lying. Would saying that I'm flattered earn me more teeth?

[prettywoman]

[Eggsy flicks his eyes up to look at Merlin, and then nips him again.]

Depends.

[He kisses the reddened skin beneath his lips — it's not like he bit that hard — in apology, though.]

'N' you're not playing along anymore.

[hornrimming]

You're playing dirty.

[Fingers continue to card through Eggsy's hair, and he thinks. ]

Here? Bed.

[prettywoman]

Yeah, 'cause I wanna win.

[Never mind that this is a game that doesn't have a winner or a loser. Eggsy is determined to win regardless.]

Hmm... Cuddling.

[Pleased with himself, and with Merlin's hand in his hair, he shifts to nuzzle in against his groin, rubbing his cheek against the soft cotton of Merlin's pajamas. He's not expecting Merlin to get hard again, not since they only had sex maybe an hour ago, but it's still nice to be close regardless.]

[hornrimming]

Affection.

[ There's an inkling of melancholy that he can't get it up again so soon, an inkling of some discontentment in aging, but an inkling is all that it is. It is overwhelmed to some degree of magnification by just how bloody content he is at this moment. ]

If you're itching to warm my cock you're welcome to it, though I'd say that would stop the game short.