It's time for everyone's worst nightmare. You're about to make the hanky panky with your boo but the unthinkable happens: y'all screw up. Like, you screw too I guess, but mostly you screw up. One of you gets hurt, you get stuck in your clothes, an interloper appears... Basically, no matter what you do, you can't get it on.
• BUT WHO WAS PHONE You're doing your best to spend some quality time together but something (or someone) keeps interrupting you. Someone has come to visit. Someone keeps calling you. A pet decides that right now is the perfect time for cuddles. • THAT LOOKS LIKE IT HURTS You fell off the bed. Or hit your head. Or you've been trying out something kinky and found out you can't handle pain so that paddle hurts. Hope you don't have too bad an injury, pal. • I SWEAR THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE Whether this is an all-the-time problem or you just gave yourself a case of whiskey dick, you can't get in the mood. This goes for persons with bajingos as well - maybe you're just not feeling it no matter how hard you try. Maybe try again tomorrow? • SPANISH FLEA PLAYS IN THE BG Your friendly 'wow, what?' option. Call out the wrong name? Can't stop bickering and ruin the mood? The bed broke? You can't get your shirt off? Your underwire stabbed you in the boob? Someone called the cops? (In that case, we ARE the cops.)
As always, these are just suggestions. Make up anything you want, as long as you're having fun!
[ They so rarely get time alone these days, what with work and other obligations or just not having the proper mood between them. So it's nice, to have a little proper time together. Time where he can stretch his body out atop Scorpius' and kiss him slowly, drag his fingertips up under his shirt, push the fabric up--
--there's an annoyed-sounding yowl from the foot of the bed. ]
Archimedes.
[ Another yowl answers him and Albus lets his head drop forward to hit Scorpius' shoulder. ]
This is the fourth time this week and the second time tonight.
[Interested in a certain perky mutant firecracker who might accidentally set fire to the upholstery in the heat of the moment? Age is adjustable, of course.]
Things were quite simple when you lived on your own. You spent time together, you got in a mood, you took advantage of it. There was of course the fact that as a young married couple, they were in the mood quite often. And this was how they'd ended up as they had - Astoria had hardly waited for their clothes to be off before she shoved Draco onto his back on the bed and climbed onto his lap.
There were the moments of the slow grind, the quiet but fevered touches, and as Astoria had finally lowered herself onto him with both hands flat on his chest, a soft moaned I love you. This much was quite usual; Astoria was the type to take charge whenever the mood struck her, which was fairly regularly. She liked to tip her head forward to watch her husband come undone beneath her as she unwound herself at the same time. Empowering, the roll of hips urging them closer together, keeping control over the situation with each of her own movements. Still, sometimes it was good to have a change of pace.
"Draco," she breathed out, and it was something pointed - something to spur him on. To see if he'd take the bait, as it were.
[The night had been going pretty spectacularly well, actually. It had been a slow build, but then it got a little rougher than their usual fare, more hurried and desperate. Remus was near the edge, certain Regulus was too, and in a moment of instinct, he bit down hard on the skin of Regulus' shoulder
and immediately froze in horror at what he'd just done.]
[ It's been a long time since she's had the freedom, the space to be with anyone like this. Things are unusually settled, a blessed moment between fighting and campaigning for allies, and there's nothing to think about but what she's doing.
She kisses a slow line down Gwen's stomach, lips gentle over smooth skin in defiance of her need. Her hands cradle the other woman's hips, breath pluming warm against her skin.]
[He's a bit too strong for his own good, but usually has control over this. Spanking gone too hard in the heat of the moment? Whiskey dick? Misfired wiring signal on his part? Maybe his prosthetic arm breaks and stops responding right in the middle of everything. Or maybe his mother keeps calling his phone but he's in too deep to mute it, man!!!!]
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