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WHAT YOU DO TO ME

"What You Do To Me" Meme

You're only made of flesh and blood - unless you aren't, in which case we apologize for making assumptions. However, the point still stands that you, as a person, can only stand so much of what you find alluring before you want to act on it. No matter if you're usually uninterested in anything carnal, you're interested in what your significant other/partner/crush/random acquaintance is doing now. They have to be teasing you - or you're teasing yourself.

Perhaps you can hold out, or maybe you're going to cave in and tell them just what they're doing to you. Or better yet, show them...

How to Play

Comment with your character and preferences. You're also going to want to mention what roles your character can play, if you're cool with assumed CR and AUs, and any other information about your character that makes tagging them easier.
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Prompts

Innocent: They don't know what they're doing. That's part of the appeal!
Purposefully: Oh, they know they're winding you up. And they'll keep doing it. And doing it...
Long Time: This awkward dance has been going on for a while. You've just about reached your breaking point.
Closeness: Come together, right now, bring the world together. Of course, making peace and being all cozy is decidedly more difficult when you're close to someone insanely hot.
Sexy Getup: A skirt like that should be illegal. Or what about that v-neck top that shows off their muscles? Hnngh.
Wearing Your Clothes: There's something sensual about seeing them in your clothes.
Action: The movement of their lips, a chaste kiss, sucking on some innocent foodstuff, the way they rub their foot against your leg...it's too much!
Situation: They've gotten all angry and flustered, or you've been gone for a while, or any sort of unique situation has turn you on.
Location: Location, location, it's all about where you are, and perhaps the forbidden aspect of doing anything here.
Usual: You always fall for their charms. It's actually kind of embarrassing.
Unusual: You're a brick wall. Sex doesn't interest you, not regularly. Until now, that is.
Say the Words: They win; you're telling them how they make you feel, in all the gritty details.
Complete Loss of Control: You can't help yourself, you have to have them, no matter how it makes you look.

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( probably will be hard to get 12 out of him but open to all others )

It shouldn't be so nerve-wracking, honestly. After weeks and weeks of texting and Skyping all hours of the day, I feel like there's hardly anything I don't know about Jack Zimmermann. And it's certainly not like I've never seen him shirtless before. Or entirely naked for that matter.

But locker rooms are one thing, this is something entirely different.

"Uhm," I say dumbly, sitting at the very edge of my bed and just... staring. The blow-up mattress is right at my feet, there for keeping up appearances if nothing else. The light from my window is casting all kinds of lovely shadows all over his skin and my fingers are already itching to touch.

"Did, uh... do you need to brush your teeth or anything?"

[Either role.]

[[Up for teasing? I'm actually kinda torn between 4, 5, and 8 (or some combination thereof) but I'm sure Konoka would find it fun to bait Karen.]]

[Definitely, and I'm up for any or all of the above!]

It's down time for the two of them. Though it's only the middle of the day rather than the end of it, Konoka's tired of traveling and enjoying the downtime she has. Of course, she didn't feel right just plopping right down on the couch. As soon as everything was put away, she wound up bringing some chips to set down on the coffee table in front of her. Of course, as soon as she sat down, she realized she had plopped herself right beside Karen.

Her partner in crime looked preoccupied with something, and as a result Konoka hadn't said anything to her when they got back, but now that they were relaxing? She couldn't help but have her eyes drawn to the blunette. Not hurting matters was the fact that they were already touching, and it'd take very little effort to give each other quite a a view.

"Karen?" Konoka ventured.

[1 to comically contrived lengths pre-relationship is always good for a laugh.]

[Either... role..? Idk]

Edited 2016-06-23 12:17 (UTC)

[Either, I guess. And I forgot to add up there: any prompt is fine.]

[[Masterful tease to the point whether it's innocent or intentional is often ambiguous. Open to all the prompts with a little bit more interest with 1-5, 8, and 13 (to her). ~~Bonus for an erotic kidnapping~~ She's not immune to another teasing her, though!]]

[ He wouldn't realize what he's doing if he's the one being a tease. ]

[ 1-5, 8-11, 12-13 are okay for either side. ]

[Well she is a succubus... having an effect on people is pretty much what she does. Probably 2 but 1 isn't impossible; 5 and 7 are highly likely. Open to suggestions, though!]

Schoolwork was boring. That wasn’t Peter’s true thoughts most of the time, he actually really enjoyed his schoolwork on most days, he went to a school that specialized in what was basically his hobby and usually the work that he had to take home involved building something, rewiring something, even the studying was something that the boy often enjoyed — he liked learning how things worked, putting the new knowledge that he had gained into whatever his newest side project would have been (and lately it was one that he had to keep a secret from Leo, but felt he was constantly bursting at the seams to tell the other.). Today, though, Peter couldn’t keep his attention on the words that were on the pages of the book that was in front of him, they continued to blur together and the sentences that Peter had been able to read weren’t actually sticking in his mind, they were going in one side of his brain and popping right out of the other.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like the subject material — he’d been completely engrossed in the lesson earlier in the day, so he couldn’t understand why now he couldn’t be bothered with actually trying to apply the information that he had so eagerly scribbled down in his notebook. — but lately, everything had been a whole lot harder to focus on when his best friend was in the room with him. Leo was enough of a distraction on his own; more than willing to use anything and everything as an excuse to take a break from the mundane routine of doing homework, or some project that the two had been assigned. But, more and more often lately, Peter was realizing that Leo was even more distracting when he was doing… Well, absolutely nothing.

And that was where the boy found himself now, continually distracted by the most simplest of actions; the way that Leo was holding his pencil and lightly chewing on the end in thought, the way that his fingers flipped through the pages of his textbook, the slight furrow in his brows when he would come across something that he didn’t quite understand. Peter should have been looking at the paper in front of him, should have actually been writing something down with the pencil in his hand, but instead he was staring a bit dumbly at the other completely entranced by the most normal of things. Literally, he was sure that he had seen Leo display these exact same mannerisms a thousand times before, but today… Today they were making something stir inside of him that had him feeling — for lack of a better word that Peter could come up with — giddy.

He wanted to giggle at the slightly confused look on Leo’s face, wanted to reach over and flip the boy’s book to another page just to get a rise out of the other. It was entirely frustrating, and Peter let out an audible sigh as he tried to push the thoughts aside, attempting to focus again on the work that he was supposed to be doing.

Leo was focused on the project at hand. His notes were a series of diagrams and pictures and anything he'd written had been done so in Ancient Greek. He was having trouble with something and the textbook was ... no help. He struggled trying to read it the letters getting all jumbled and he tried to take it slowly. So he wasn't really thinking about Peter too much as he mindless put the end of his pencil to his lip, brows furrowed in concentration.

His hair was a wild mess as usual and somehow he'd managed to get his hands covered in grease stains (he had one or two other things he'd been working on while they commuted from school to Queens).

Leo barely noted the sigh, glancing up and and dropped the pencil, trying to ignore the slight headache he was getting from trying to read the textbook. "What's that about?"

Keeping his emotions from appearing so obviously on the surface wasn’t something that Peter excelled in — his face was pretty readable most of the time, and it tended to express whatever feelings were going through him, even when he didn’t want it to. Lately, that was happening more and more often with Leo, Peter often stuck desperately searching his brain for an excuse that sounded legitimate and believable. Whether or not they actually were, he didn’t know, but Leo didn’t press the issues too often. At least, when he wasn’t deliberately trying to be a jackass and making Peter’s life that much more difficult. But wasn’t that some of the responsibility that came with being someones best friend? He assumed, at least, he hadn’t really that many people that he would have considered to be his ‘best friends’ — he hardly had a handful of people that he could just call ‘friends’, now that he was really thinking about it. So, it shouldn’t have been a surprise when the frustration that he had meant to keep inside, presented itself outwardly.

Wasn’t that just his luck most days? He couldn’t just sit in silent turmoil about how every little nothing that Leo did made his stomach do flips and his heart race in his chest, could he? Of course not, that would have been too easy and doing things the easy way just wasn’t Peter Parker’s style. (Not by choice, but by the hands of fate, it would seem.)

“Uh…” Good start, he mused inwardly, an obvious hint of nervousness in the stretched syllable, and once again he was finding himself searching for a lie — maybe lie was a little too harsh, it was just a slight bending of the truth. The same way that he was always skewing the details of his trips around New York City, parts of it were true and others… well, slightly less true. — his attention returning to the book that was in front of him and he idly flipped a few pages, just for something to keep him from awkwardly staring at Leo at such a close distance. “I didn’t understand something, that’s all. It’s… making my head hurt a little.” He attempted to laugh it off, but even that sounded far more forced than his usual one, and he could only keep his focus on everything but Leo for so long before Peter’s eyes were drifting back to the boy across from him.

Peter Parker the Bold hadn’t ever been a name that had been associated with him (and not because it sounded pretty damn corny, but because it really wasn’t true.), but being around Leo and the feelings that just being with the other brought about gave Peter a surge of confidence and he grabbed a hold of the hand that Leo had wrapped around his pencil, losing out in the battle of trying to focus on the chewed piece of wood rather than on the other’s lips and he licked his own that had become suddenly dry before he spoke softly. “You shouldn’t do that…"

Leo looked at Peter doubtfully. The guy was the worst liar on the planet. He wondered how he ever got away with all the sneaking around he did. He was beginning to question Aunt May's intelligence or maybe she knew more than she let on to Peter. Actually, the latter sounded like it might be possible even if her nephew wasn't always the brightest at hiding things. "Yeah right," Leo muttered as his response. At least Peter could have attempted to come up with a relatively believable lie than not understanding his homework -- which, of course, is what Leo decided he was referring to.

The sudden touch and movement made Leo stiffen and he had to hold back some of his reflexive defenses. When he was expecting it wasn't such a problem but the sudden grab on his hand had startled him. "What?" Leo looked at him in utter confusion then because he had no idea what the other was talking about and he let out a heavy sigh.

"C'mon man, why are you acting weird again?" he complained.

In Peter's mind, he had been acting no different than any other teenager that he knew would -- at least, that's what he continually told himself and, mostly Aunt May. Though, he wasn't sure exactly what kind of teenager went around saying they were a completely normal one, that already had to be suspicious, but Aunt May was often easily distracted by some other project she had going on before she could ever delve into asking Peter more questions about his odd social life. And she had been more than excited about the fact that her nephew had been bringing Leo over -- even she knew how small the boy's circle of friends was, the promise of a new one was front page news in Peter Parkerville -- that she had for he most part forgotten whatever it was that Peter was getting up to.

Yes, the perks of redirection.

Okay. So what he had done was weird. There was no doubt about that. Now, he was stupidly staring at Leo, holding onto his wrist and making some weekday vague request that he stop doing something. That was weird, even when measuring things by Peter's standards. His mind tried to backtrack as fast as it would go, he knew the reason why he had been acting so strange, he knew why he was telling Leo to stop doing what he was doing, even if it was as innocent and idle as chewing on a pencil. But, how did he tell that to the other in the most normal of ways possible? That was the true test in all of this.

"It's... Uh, it's bad for your teeth."

Yes, and that was the best excuse that Peter could come up with. A general concern for the well being of his friends teeth. He really was a horrible liar.

Leo looked at Peter doubtfully. The redirection that he knew the other pulled on most people didn't always work on Leo, mostly when it was something as ludicrous as that. And... the warmth of the other gripping his wrist was a firm anchor to reality that he found difficult to ignore.

"Oh yeah?" Leo asked, tilting his head. "Since when did you become a dentist? My teeth are awesome. They're strong and I'm pretty sure they can handle this pencil," he said dutifully and tried to wiggle pull his hand back out of the other's hold.

"What's the real reason?" Leo asked him, because the reaction was far too dramatic for it to be some strange concern over his teeth and he wanted to make Peter spill the beans out loud even if Leo was kinda smart enough to guess what was actually going on. Provoking Peter was quickly becoming a favorite pasttime...especially when he could get him all flustered stuttering around and making bullshit stories until he eventually landed on the truth.

That went just fantastically. But had Peter expected anything different? Whenever he was around Leo things never went at all how he had planned for them too; his words came out jumbled and on top of one another, his heartbeat raced like it was on the verge of a panic attack, he said all the wrong things each time that he opened his mouth. At this point, you would have thought that the boy would have learned to just keep his mouth shut and not say or do the first things that came flitting through his mind, but if there was one thing that was true about him, it was that Peter never learned and was almost doomed to make the same mistakes time and time again.

“I don’t gotta be a dentist to be worried about your teeth….” The moment that Peter said it, he knew exactly how stupid it really sounded. What kind of normal person really cared that much about another persons teeth — and could chewing on a pencil really do that much damage to them? It wasn’t like the thing was made out of metal, after all. “Aunt May just tells me that all the time, I dunno.” Another poor attempt at lying, finally letting go of the hold that he had on Leo’s wrist, his fingers busying themselves with folding and unfolding the corner of the page the page of his book.

Why did Leo always do this? Why couldn’t he have just go along with whatever stupid excuse that Peter made up like it was the truth and not question it? Why did he always have to push and prod and force Peter into revealing damn near ever little secret that he had. …. Okay, he at least still had one secret that was safe from the other.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” He swallowed thickly, his eyes dropping to the textbook in front of him and the homework that they were supposed to be doing. “What did you get for number six?” And there was that Peter Parker redirection at work again.

Leo just stared at Peter, because that honestly had to be one of the dumbest things he'd ever heard. "Did I walk into an after school special?" he asked, and he kind of wished that the other hadn't let go of his wrist. He liked it when Peter touched him, even if it was a weird, what the hell are you doing sort of thing.

Shrugging, Leo pushed his notebook toward Peter so he could see the diagram he'd made which did actually accurately answer the question, just not the intended way. "Why do you always do that?" Leo asked him, feeling frustrated. Leo was a straight forward person, honest, and sometimes all the fast talking that Peter would do got under his skin.

Peter grumbled something under his breath, a mixture of curses and sarcastic comments that were definitely a hell of a lot louder inside of his head — but they hadn’t been for Leo to hear, it was just a way for the boy to take out the frustration that he felt without actually taking it out on anyone. It was easier to mumble and just deal with it, than to try and argue with Leo or weave any more lies than he already had. Eventually he’d stop being able to keep up with them — if he hadn’t already and Leo simply hadn’t noticed yet.

Looking down at the diagram that was drawn on the page, both of Peter’s brows lifted curiously. That was another one of those weird things that Leo happened to do often — he rarely ever wrote out the answers to any questions on their homework, everything was always a series of elaborate drawing and diagrams and whatever writing did take up the space looked like… Well, some kind of alien script that Peter couldn’t even begin to understand. He never questioned the methods of the other, everyone worked in their own way. “Why do I always do what?” He questioned, trying to make sense of whatever Leo had drawn, but not coming up with much of an answer — how the hell did he even get graded on this type of thing.

“How come you don’t ever write anything?"

"I write sometimes... this works better though," Leo shrugged, gesturing at the drawing and then pulling it back and feeling a bit embarrassed.

"You always make excuses and fast talk me," Leo said, "and then you try and turn the conversation on me."

“You write weird stuff sometimes.” Peter pointed out very matter-of-factly, trying to keep the conversation off of the fact that he had been previously avoiding Leo’s questioning, and was still attempting to do so right then. “Looks like… I dunno, something I’ve never seen before.” His tone was nonchalant and when the other finally pulled his notebook away, Peter returned to his own schoolwork — Leo’s hadn’t been much help when it came to the problem that he’d been having trouble with and he felt like he was just back at square one.

Both in the terms of his homework, and in terms of the conversation as Leo circled back around to what had been the original issue he had with Peter. And, he’d thought he’d cleverly avoided it completely.

“What do you mean? No I don’t.” He answered, not even looking up fro the homework that he was still working on.

"You just did it," Leo accused Peter, frowning at him slightly. He put the pencil back between his teeth, a bit of a nervous reaction to the conversation they were having. He was irritated and he hated getting irritated with Peter.

It didn't help that he was sitting there with a shit ton of flammable stuff around. He knocked his foot against the other's ankle. "Stop doing it."

“I didn’t do anything.” Peter shrugged again, scribbling down a few more notes on his homework, his eyes trying to catch another glimpse of whatever it was that Leo had been writing, in hopes that maybe he could decipher it. Or at least figure out what the hell language that the other was writing in — it definitely wasn’t English, or anything else that Peter could have ever remembered seeing before. And, the more that he thought about it, had he ever actually seen Leo write in something that wasn’t the strange assortment of foreign chicken scratch that sometimes accompanied the drawing that he was constantly turning in. “You were showing me your homework, I was just commenting on it. That’s not fast talking, or excuses."

Peter’s attention moved from where Leo’s foot had come in contact with his ankle, all the way up the rest of his body and eventually to that damned pencil again, lips barely wrapped around the piece of wood that was back between his teeth. That had been what had started this entire ordeal; Leo’s stupid, gorgeous lips wrapped around that dumb pencil that Peter was honestly starting to feel jealous of. Who in their right mind was jealous of an inanimate object, really? There had to be something seriously wrong with him, maybe it was that whole spider bite having a bad reaction and making his brain think crazy things.

“Stop doing that.” It was like they were stuck in some kind of loop. His eyes somewhat fixated on where the pencil met Leo’s lower lip, Peter reached to grab a hold of his wrist again, the other's skin far warmer than the other could remember it being before.

Leo let the other grab his wrist again, watching him intently as he twirled the pencil between his fingers. "Tell me the real reason why," he insisted, leaning forward a small smirk on his lips.

He let go of the annoyances that had cropped up in favor of focusing on how much he liked Peter and liked making him react.

Peter knew the exact reason why he didn’t want Leo chewing on the stupid fucking pencil. Because he wanted to have Leo’s lips against his own, more than he could ever remember wanting anything in his whole life — and that was the exact same thing that he had said about the Xbox that he had all but begged for for his last birthday. — and why the hell did a stupid piece of wood get to be so lucky?! Leo only made that desire that much worse for Peter when he leaned closer, and where he would have naturally pulled away from anyone else, the boy found himself frozen there on the spot. His mouth suddenly dry, his pupils dilated as kept his focus on the other’s lips and that damned smirk that had taken over them, making them so much more tempting than Peter could ever remember them being.

God, it was literal torture.

“Your lips are really nice…” Peter spoke softly, the words taking far too long to register as ones that he had actually said and by the time he had, he was wishing there was some way to grab a hold of them and shove them right back into his mouth. That was the kind of statement that was supposed to stay in his head, the kind that never should have left those confinements and definitely not when Leo was only a short distance away form him. It was the kind of statement that he thought more times than not, but knew damn well that he shouldn’t ever act on. Leo was his best friend, his straight best friend who hadn’t shown any kind of inclination that he could have even felt the slightest bit of attraction toward Peter, much less wanted to hear about how nice Peter thought his lips were.

And, besides, did that even explain anything? Or did it just make him look like some horny teenager?

Leo just grinned at Peter then and leaned back again, his wrist wiggling out of the other's grasp and he tapped the end of the pencil against his lips purposefully before turning his eyes to his homework. "We should get this done. Then you can think about how amazing and awesome my lips are again."

It's not as if weird things hadn't been happening between them. Sometimes they both seemed okay with it and then sometimes Peter would get well... Peterish and Leo would just wait it out.

Peter should have felt a wave of relief when Leo returned to his normal sitting position and didn’t attempt to push the issue any further — because God knows that the other was just too fond of doing so any other time. — but he was still very distracted by that stupid pencil and the way that it clashed against those plush lips. At least, in all of Peter’s fantasies they were plush, and soft, and most of the time tasted like orange Fanta, because that was all the bodega down the street seemed to ever carry in stock. He could have killed Leo for it, if the other were not one of his only friends and the current object of his affection — and wet dreams, which he wouldn’t ever admit willingly. The first few chews on the pencil had been accidental, just a result of Leo distractedly thinking too deeply, but this one?

This one had purpose and it made Peter’s stomach twist in a way that was both familiar and completely new at the same time. He didn’t understand how, but there were a lot of things that he didn’t understand with his body as of late — and most of them weren’t even a result of the spider bite.

He groaned, frustrated as he forced his attention to return to the homework page that was in front of him, trying to focus again on the problem that he had left off on and willing all the images of Leo and the many things that he wanted to do to him at that moment. “I really hate you sometimes.” He grumbled, furrowing his brows for just a quick moment before flipping over the piece of paper that he had been working on. “Just show me what you got for number 6 again."

[It's probably unintentional, honestly.]

[Care to have Patchy accidentally seducing her new assistant sent to Gensokyo by his Shinto priest great-grandfather to make himself useful? ...I mean not like it takes a lot of actual effort to "seduce" him, but... anyway, your call how she'd be unwittingly sexying things up, although experimenting with Takeo's idea of what a librarian should look like is one possibility.]

Are you okay back there?

[Her new assistant was a bit of an odd one. As far as she knew, this Takeo guy had a Shinto priest great-grandfather who'd sent him off to Gensokyo to do something with his life, or something. The details she had were kind of spotty, and she'd wondered if there was more to it. Nevertheless, he was now helping maintain Patchouli's library. Considering its size, and how it seemed to cover the whole of human knowledge for hundreds -- maybe even thousands of years -- surely that had to count as making himself useful!

On the other hand... sometimes she could swear he was way too easily distracted. Such as today! It was a really hot day, so she'd changed into something a little shorter, and a bit more revealing in the chest area. As for below the waist... well, that pencil skirt seemed a bit form-fitting. Yeah, it was definitely borrowing a few stereotypical elements of sexualized librarian or teacher outfits.]

If you're feeling a little too run-down, I guess I could do your work this time.

[While Takeo had a beef with a lot of his family--especially his extended family--his great-grandfather he at least respected, and so he had at least made a sincere effort to be well-behaved. He was there to be helpful, after all, and he really did try, even if his temperament wasn't exactly perfectly suited for a librarian.

It was merely bad (or good, depending on your angle) fortune that he'd been assigned not merely to work with a librarian, but a sexy librarian. It was bad (or, again, good) enough when she was just drifting about the library in one of those dresses--or was it more like a night gown?--that clung to her curves, concealing just enough that he couldn't help imagining it all in detail. But when she switched over to an outfit that left so little to imagine, his focus definitely wandered. Holding a ladder for her while she practically put her hips in his face was pretty much the last straw, as far as paying any attention to the work.

He only glanced up when she spoke to him again--but he couldn't even bring himself to act ashamed, just grinning up at her.]

I don't think I'd call it "run-down."

[He paused just a moment with that thought--then stepped up onto the ladder with her, slowly climbing up, and making sure to brush up against her along the way, letting her feel the hard muscles of his chest against her backside, followed by his abs... and then a hard, very pronounced bulge. He ducked his head over he shoulder to murmur in her ear, his breath hot and eager against her neck.]

...although if you don't mind a little effort, there's definitely something we could do for one another.

[Okay, she hadn't really expected him to come up the ladder. Which she wasn't exactly impressed with.]

G-- go back down!

[Honestly, she didn't want this thing to fall over or something! It was old. Some of her library really needed some updating.]

We'll figure things out from there!

[Takeo smirked at her frazzled state, one hand gripping the ladder securely as the other snaked around to brush upward over her belly suggestively, letting that hard bulge slowly grind up against her backside as he murmured in her ear.]

...mm..? You sure you want to go down?

[He wasn't overly attached to having her on the ladder, of course, but he couldn't resist delaying just a little bit to make her think about it. And maybe for an excuse to deliver than innuendo. He nibbled delicately at her ear as he paused--although notably, he did still do an excellent job of stabilizing the ladder despite both of them being on it.]

I can't speak for you, of course, but I've really got nothing to figure out... except whether you've got the energy to do everything you make me think of in one go.

I said go back down! Get off the ladder! This really isn't a good idea...

[The problem was she wasn't thinking about it, except maybe to turn him down and leave. This was not really a great way to arouse her!]

[He huffed in her ear at that response, tensing a little; not that he wasn't well aware he was going after someone with a less-than-receptive reputation, but the way she'd dressed up...

Still, he could tell the difference between uncertainty and certain refusal, and he relented, his hand gliding reluctantly down to her hip as he eased away from her--slowly, so as not to throw off her balance--and stepped down from the ladder, holding it securely but giving her room enough to climb down, herself.

He might have been a bit disappointed, but he sure as hell wasn't about to show it, unflinchingly proud as he was.]

Alright, that's a little better. Just a moment. [She had a little more to do up there. Not much, which Takeo was probably thankful for, but even so.]

Just had to make sure a few things were still holding up. They're fairly old, and multiple copies are not likely to be something anyone will ever come by.

Now, where were we? [She makes her way down the ladder. Her flight magic kind of makes it look like she's just sliding down by holding the sides, or something.]

[Takeo was really only half-listening to her explanation, after getting rebuffed--something he wasn't really that used to--but blinked and raised an eyebrow as she slid down to join him.]

..eeh..?

[Although one hand stayed on the ladder to steady it easily, the other reflexively moved to catch her lightly by her waist, resting just above her hip. He paused just a moment, before his hand on the ladder released it, moving to brush over her belly, instead, tugging her closer.]

Well, I don't know about you, but I was in the middle of thinking you'd look spectacular with your skirt up about your hips and your blouse hanging open.

I mean, you're probably not wrong, but you're not going to get the best look at that angle.

[She laughs. Her sense of humor, as they probably both well knew by now, was pretty horrible, but that never stops her, really.]

[He pauses just a moment, but if she's cracking jokes (albeit Patchouli-jokes) about it, she obviously isn't exactly bothered. That's really all the confirmation he needs, though, his hands sliding up over her belly to cup her breasts, hefting and lightly squeezing them as his hips press up against hers from behind. Glancing down over her shoulder at the generous cleavage squeezed together by his hands, he chuckles and nips at her ear lightly.]

Mmm, I'm getting a pretty good look... ...why, was there a better angle you had in mind? You are the resident scholar, after all.

Well... are you sure you wouldn't rather a frontal view? Besides, you're not going to get to see everything even from up there.

[She's going to take what he mentioned in a fairly literal manner and ensure he gets to see specifically that.]

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WHAT YOU DO TO ME

jack zimmerman ( check, please! )

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Karen Minazuki ♥ Yes! Pretty Cure 5 ♥ f/f

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Nanase Haruka | Free! | m/m

Mitsunari Ishida | Sengoku Basara | ota

Yukikaze | 07-ghost | ota

Konoka Konoe | Mahou Sensei Negima | OTA

Madoka Takatori | Shounen Maid | m/m or femdom

Rey | SW:TFA | OTA

Remilia Scarlet (aged up) | Touhou Project | OTA

Thelema Yevtushenkova | Devil May Cry OC | OTA, M/F pref

Leo Valdez | Heroes of Olympus | m/m

how about a little 1/7 mixture?

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Patchouli Knowledge | Touhou Project | OTA

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well this only took like two weeks. sorry.

ahaha it's ok I have some ancient tags due myself...

plus i mean, aren't you busy lately too?

off and on! x.x but I manage to find at least some time for sweet sweet RPs <3

well, that's good!

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