/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!

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[brightmaster]

It was a terrible shame that the rulers of all the elven sects had barred him from his craft and calling. Celebrimbor thought romantically on what sort of jewelry he would adorn Legolas with. Not a ring, but perhaps a pendant or crown of the finest Mithril, or even an arm band inlaid with the finest emeralds. There were so many ages left in the world and he, one of the very last jewel-smiths able to celebrate them with singing metal. Such a shame, such a shame.

Such thoughts swirled in his mind as the musical tones came and went with hardly a thought from him. Never had it been music which moved his elven soul, but the satisfaction of making with his own two hands. The dwarves understood that, even the other jewel-smiths of Eregion. What good were his crafters hands without a hammer to wield?

Well at the least, he had been able to draw some breath and life from Legolas with them. His fingers entwined with the boy's and Celebrimbor honored the desire to remain seated still and behaved until the song was over. As the crowd gave their approval, he leaned over and whispered to the prince. "Shall we make use of the empty corridors beyond this hall?"

[orcsurfing]

That they wound up holding hands instead, for the entire remainder of the concert, it warmed Legolas's heart instead of his blood, and every so often he would steal a glance at the elf beside him, only to catch him very much lost in thought. He had to wonder just what thoughts occupied him so, but he could tell it was not the music, no, the faraway look spoke of a different focus. But Legolas had caused enough disruption tonight already, so he didn't ask, not now anyway, and returned his attention to the concert until it ended.

As the elves began to file out, it became clear there were more that noticed for Legolas caught some looks, disapproving in his direction mostly, but some were distrustful and disgusted tossed towards Celebrimbor. Legolas saw them, but he ignored them. After all, he did not seek anyone's approval, and he was no child, though his occasional lack of restraint could make many argue that point, if nothing else.

Still, the whisper made his pulse quicken, his eyes widen, but he smiled all the same. They would now all enjoy the revels, the food and more music and dance, and each other, though not quite like Celebrimbor's words implied. He squeezed the hand he held, gaze fixing on Celebrimbor's eyes, feeling bold enough to offer a tease, "Can you make it no farther in the search of seeking privacy?"