/muffled make out noises

[simplememes]

SLOPPY MAKE-OUTS MEME!

It doesn't matter why, but you're either in the middle of making out with someone or you're about it. Pretty hot and heavy, too. Who knows how you got there -- that's mostly up to you. All you know is that you're not going to feel satisfied until you're flushed and barely breathing. LOCATIONS: 01. roof: maybe you were given a note, or were dragged up by the person you're currently macking on. either way, you're definitely on the rooftop of some building, away from prying eyes. 02. school/office: you might be at the office, or maybe you just finished your last class for the day; regardless of where you might be, it sure isn't a good place to be making out with someone-- oops. 03. movie theater: the go-to place for most makeouts. sitting in the back or off to the side; just make sure no one catches you! 04. backstage: maybe you won tickets to a concert, perhaps you performed or they did, maybe you even snuck in! but you're backstage somewhere for something, getting hot and heavy in the dark corners. 05. public: out for a walk, having a picnic, maybe you're swimming! but regardless of where you are, it's in public. 06. home: whether you're are at your house, theirs, or someone elses, you're getting down and naughty inside a home of some design. 07. wildcard: re-roll, combine, pick your own, or make one up! DIRECTIONS: • Post a comment with your character. • Reply to other people with your character and go to the RNG to generate a number between 1 and 7. • Match the number to the options above. • Reply to the thread starter and go from there! You can either be in the middle of a make out session or about to start; it's all up to you. • Any rating goes, but no wank, please!

Comments

this is excellent! 8)

[cds]

[ it's sometime around midnight on a friday night, and elliot's pupils are the size of dinner plates. he can hear the clanging of her feet on the metal staircase like music, and the resounding echo of his following her up to the roof like an answering call. you shouldn't make decisions while high off molly, but she could take him anywhere right now and elliot would probably gladly follow.

the air up here is crisp, cutting through the heavy humidity of new york in the summer. seeing the stars is impossible because of light pollution, but the moon hangs luminously in the sky, illuminating her as she twirls.

elliot doesn't give a shit what people look like, not really. he's more comfortable on the net than he is in his own skin, so that's not surprising. but right now, he thinks that shayla looks fucking beautiful because she's free.

and he smiles, big and bright and maybe a little manic. that's the euphoria kicking in. ]

It's really good, Shayla. Shit.

[ he starts to spin, too. next to her, his arms reaching out. the tips of his fingertips maybe brushing against hers. ]

[administering]

[This has been one of her secret hideaways for as long as she's lived in their run-down, sad little building. A space of her own is a space of her own, so she hardly begrudges the apartment its shabby finishings, occasional unpleasant smells, or unwanted visitors in the form of rats and insects; within its walls, she's eked out a cozy little home, somewhere she can truly say she's earned the right to live and exist as she pleases. It's usually a source of happiness and pride.

But there are those other times, the ones when she's not at all in control of what happens in her space, regardless of whether or not it's hers. The times when she's made to earn what she will eventually earn for herself as a reminder that it does come from someone else in the beginning. The tightly-wrapped, luminous core in her chest that she pictures as her unbreakable inner strength can only ward off so much before she's left with no choice but to find a way to shine through the encroaching darkness.

Which is when she looks to the moon, almost close enough to touch from up here, and the sharp, sweet whistle of the wind. Freedom is exactly what Elliot sees in her as she keeps turning and turning, hair whipping around her face and into her laughing mouth, until she finally stumbles and lands on one knee. That'll leave a new hole in her already shredded jeans, but she doesn't care, still giggling away when she tilts her head up and sees the beaming smile still on Elliot's face.

Good. Good. He feels it, too. She'd hoped he would; that's why she finally made the decision to open up and share another secret with him, because it makes that core of light in her shine brightest when she can share something more than drugs with him.]

When you look up from here, you could be anywhere. [It's true that there are no stars, but Shayla makes the best lemonade in town from the lemons life throws at her, and that means she sees stars wherever she wants.] The sky's always the same. All the shit going on under it... doesn't matter up here.