Is it Thursday? Must be Mid-Fuck!

[simplememes]

Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip the conversation and go straight for the scenario you've always wanted to experience?

In that case, rejoice! This meme was made for you.

THE RULES:

1. Post with your character in the middle of having sex.
2. Any scenario and level of description is allowed!
3. Other characters reply as your character's partner in that fuck!
4. Keep going and finish the act.
5. Go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
6. Have fun!

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Cecil Harvey | Final Fantasy IV (AU) | F/M

[proteusmoon]

Re: Cecil Harvey | Final Fantasy IV (AU) | F/M

[thornrose]

[Anything in particular you would like to play out? I can start.]

[proteusmoon]

( OOC ; Heyyyy. Um. This is going to sound strange, but something not Court-related? )

[thornrose]

[No, that's cool - they're both from fantasy settings, I can put together a scenario that makes sense without relying on anything from past game stuff.]

[thornrose]

[It's been back and forth betweem them for some time - a diplomatic arrangement, a marriage of ambassadors, a betrothal they were resigned to but not enthusiastic about, well as they worked together. But on the night of the Coronation Ball, the embassies had thrown a fete, and served a deadly sort of punch, honey wine and champagne blended together, tasting light and bubbly, flirty, but hitting the stomach like a much heavier liquor.

Damarhis had, over one glass after another, held forth on Cecil's virtues - her strength, her sworsmanship, her integrity, the silver-and-gold looks they possessed side by side - the way she kissed, he said, and demonstrated to her the way her kiss felt to him, assisuduously, hands on her wrists, grip firm and eager.

When she responded, he pressed her against the wall in the empty corridor, leaving love-bites on her neck, and finally sank down into a confusion of skirts and petticoats and garter belts, one hand still silk-gloved and one bare, fingers seeking between her thighs, hiking her dress higher and higher until he could kneel before her and push enough fabric aside to set his mouth against bare skin and lick her, insistent, persuasive, coaxing as eloquently as he could manage with words, if not more.]

[proteusmoon]

[ It was hard for Cecil to pinpoint what she liked about Damarhis. Unlike the young man, who seemed wholly talented at translating his emotions into words, voicing what she felt most intimately was never her strong suit. Oh, she could give impassioned speeches on a great number of topics when it came to politics and war and the like, but being candid about her feelings... well, that was another matter altogether.

He was her opposite in nearly every way. Young, boisterous, proud, and forever confident, he was everything she was not, and yet somehow, they complimented one another rather than clashed. They'd had their little spats here and there, of course, but few were really worth holding a grudge over and all were rather quickly forgotten when a few potent drinks were involved.

It had all happened so fast, but Cecil swiftly learned that not even she was able to truly deny Damarhis when he really wanted something. Armed with a silver tongue and an unabashedly bold pair of hands, his dominant streak took her by surprise. She'd never been kissed so hard before, let alone physically restrained while being kissed that way. Most people — most men — knew better than to try exerting such force on her and all of them wanted to treat her like a pretty, porcelain doll, fragile and sacred. Damarhis clearly had no such delicious about his new bride and he was hell-bent on treating her the same exact way he'd treat any other beautiful women who was his and who he belonged to himself.

Honestly, it was stunningly exciting.

Cecil moaned against his mouth, surrendering to the kiss until his hands started wandering. Then she was all too interested in where they were going to focus much on kissing still. The sensation of his fingers mapping out the curves of her thighs made her sigh and heat pool where his touch was dangerously close to meeting. When he gathered up the skirts of her gown and moved to kneel before her, she knew what he wanted and she was aching to give it to him. His soft lips and tongue were received with delighted gasps and she spread her thighs for him, welcoming his attention, even going so far as to help him hold her dress up enough for him to have access to her. She was getting wet already, but he was being awfully convincing and she didn't want him to stop. ]