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A little brush of innocence & a touch of sweetness

A Meme of FIRSTS!

You're in right smack in the middle of exciting times, perhaps even the peak of your life so far, and you're not alone. For you and your companion, it's all about firsts: first crush, first love, first fight, first confession, first kiss, first time, first adventure to certain death together - you know, as you do. There is a first time for everything, after all, and they say you never forget your first.

So...first?

WHAT DO?

It's what it says on the tin.
Your character can be at the right place and time for all these firsts, you can age them down, they're starting late, they never had the chance, it's an AU I DON'T EVEN CARE just play.
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Prompts are amalgamations of many, many different memes.

First Kiss: Is there anything sweeter?

First Date: Are you super awkward and nervous or getting on like a house on fire?

First Meeting: Dropped your groceries? Bump into them on the subway? Party? Fender bender? The options are endless!

First Anniversary: You've made it an entire year without killing one another! Time to break open the bubbly.

First Pet: Dog or cat? Fish tank? Rhinoceros?

First House: Apartment in the city, or perfect white picket fenced home! Either way, better make the best of it.

What is this...Love Thing?: I don't understand love. What is love, baby don't hurt me ---

Love at First Sight...or, at least, Interest: Hey little mama, let me holla at you.

Gradual: Your interest in this person is growing after getting to know them.

Excitement and FREAKING OUT: Oh my gosh, there's absolutely nothing you'd rather do than spend time with this person you want everything to be perfect oh gosh oh gosh.

Hormonal: Girls are so weird but they look so nice.

Sloppy Makeouts: Put on "Stairway to Heaven" and go to town.

Arguments: You jerk! Look what you've done! I never want to see you again.

School Romance: Oh, I hope senpai notices me...or the cute class president, or the head of cooking club, or -

You're Like Family to Me: The two of you have been close forever, so you've never seen each other like that...until now.

Unlucky Friend: You lost the person of your dreams to someone else, perhaps because of their allure or perhaps because you never spoke up. What can you do now?

I'll Cheer You On: Always supportive, always by your side, they're the person you can count on. Why do they care so much, though?

Slap-Slap-Kiss: I could kill you for what you just did! I could - I could KISS YOU.

Confession in the Heat of the Moment: You're about to go defeat the ultimate baddie. How about confessing your feelings to the person you love? Seems legit.

Sudden Kiss: Kiss from nowhere! There are lots of reasons for this: to stop someone from crying, to make them be quiet, or just to explain yourself when words can't.

First Time: A little awkward, a little exciting, always memorable. ( Unless you had to get drunk to get up the nerve.)

Hey, Can We Try...: You've been together, or at least doing it, for awhile, but one of you wants to try something new.

Childhood Sweethearts: You've loved them what seems like forever, ever since you were little.

Wedding Night: Have fun, newlyweds! Maybe one of you cut off the sex a couple months ago, just for tonight to be extra special.

With Nature: In a forest or a field, how could you not be happy with the sun or moon shining down and the beauty of nature around you?

Waking Up: Fluffy, sleepy, giggly morning sex.

Protected/Safe: You always feel safe with them. How can you thank them?

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(Unless we have previous cr, I'd rather stick to firsts that don't imply a relationship that's been established for a long time. No Wardens, please.)

[AUs and assumed CR is just fine.]

Edited 2016-11-09 17:19 (UTC)

[ Souda isn't unaware of how good he has it compared to where he was. That's why, ever since Dave-- or Day, as she let him call her, and he liked it and how it sounded and what it said to him-- took him in as a stray, Souda's never had a complaint. Not about chicken nuggets or fold-out futons or scattered socks on the floor.

Not even the occasional surprise smuppet is enough to drive his scaredy-cat ass out of there.

An exotic pet in a Texas high rise living with some girl. Weird, but for him? Souda can't get enough of listening to Day's music and getting his head scratched behind his ears.

It's for this reason that Souda approaches Day during a jam session, but lost in the music, he leans against the doorway to watch her. The way Day's hands move over the turntables, like lightning, the sparkle of sweat on her forehead, the pounding of rhythmic beats and, as of late, whirrs of mechanic machinery turned into musical samples-- all of it is nearly hypnotizing, and his intent of receiving scratches is lost.

Instead, mouth stretched wide in a grin, he lets out a little laugh.]

Already at it again?

[She smiles to herself without missing a scratch.]

Your mistake's in thinking I ever stop being at it, Harmony Jones.

[Her hair's up in a messy bun to get it off her neck, leaving her bare nape exposed as she works the tables.]

"It" is consistently the place at which I'm located--if not on the actual, then in the metaphysical realms. I'm a perpetual sick beat machine, spinning jams endlessly into the annals of history like some vinyl Sisyphus, tryin'a bend the Olympians' ears to my ill flow. "Drop the beat," they command in some kind of ineffable whisper all beyond mortal comprehension and crap.

And I do.

[And she does.]

But then I gotta roll it back up the hill every day. It's retribution for being born too unconscionably awesome. You know how gods get, Jonesy. A girl can't make an honest living without getting called out for hubris like it's some fatal flaw.

[She finally looks up at him, flushed and smiling, pleased with her performance today.]

So, 'sup?

[There was a time when all of this somewhat unintelligible dribble would tumble into one of Souda's ears and right out the other. These days, though, her music is only a background for her voice.

If you shuffled through her words and picked them apart and put them back together, you could kind of figure out the puzzle of her words when there was one and see that it was nothing when it was nothing.

It's bad enough that she sounds like that, and then she's gotta look like some perfect messy inner city angel, lights making her flyaways into a fuzzy halo. Leaning against the doorway, he can't help but notice that..... that she's not talking anymore. Oh god how long has it been since she asked how long has he been staring--]

Ah-- huh? What?

[A nervous laugh, and Souda shoves his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, forcing himself to smile down at the floor instead of at Day.]

N-nah, nothin'. I'm just listenin'.

[Ugh, why does his embarrassment make her blush. She faces her tables again, though her concentration's already shattered.]

Cool.

[She lets the records spin uninterrupted for a moment as she reaches up to undo her bun, shake it out, and then start to tie it back up again.

She's aware of Souda's presence at the door. Can't say when she started to get a feel for him, to notice when it was his eyes on her rather than anyone else's, to recognize the way her skin prickles, not unpleasantly, as a Souda-related event. It feels like nerves, but--in a good way, somehow.

God, who is she kidding. She's had a crush on him since Day One. Christ.

Day shifts her weight to one side, sneaking a sideways glance at him through the window of her elbow.]

Should I keep going, then?

[He leans his head against the doorframe and watches her.

The way her body moves, he can identify each joint and see the way they twist and lock. His eyes wander from wristbones to radius twisting past ulna to humerus. They drop to peek at the way her hipbones protrude past her waistline as her shirt raises with her arms. Souda can't keep his eyes off her.]

I mean.. if you wanna.

[He'd watch her, no matter what he's doing. His world has always been rich, criminal women telling him what to do, practically purchased solely for his innate obedience to females. And he'd do whatever Day tells him too, as well, but not out of instinct.

She's gentle with him, and that wins over a loyalty that can't be ruined by instinct.

Pushing off the door but keeping his hands shoved in his sweatpants, Souda takes a few strides over to Day. His head tilts to the side, ears twitching a little, and that sharp-toothed smile plastered on his face.]

Been playin' all day, right? Y'look tired.

[Not really.]

Probably from running through your head all day.

[WHY

DID

SHE

SAY

THAT??

Oh well, she said it, she's committed. She finishes putting up her hair and turns to face Souda more fully, smiling at the cant of his head because otherwise she will have to look embarrassed, and she refuses, she is going to play this like she meant to be a goddamn mortifying piece of human garbage and overplay it until it's dead.]

The workouts you're putting me through, I'll probably be ready for the Boston Marathon, like, in one more week, tops.

[Her shades would let her look away if she wanted, but her eyes are fixed on his smile--not just on his teeth, but the shape the expression pulls his eyes into, the line of his jaw. It's not staring if no one catches you at it.]

[That line catches something in his chest and pulls it right up into his throat, and a sea of nervous hyena giggles erupts from his throat.]

Y'think?
Nah...

Maybe I should stop thinkin' so hard, then.

C-can't go to Boston without me, after all.

[He says, flicking those bright eyes up at her for a moment. He steps up to her turntables, bumping them with a wrist, and looks down at the many little buttons instead.

He's not entirely trying to flirt with her, or anything, but Souda and subtlety don't mix.]

I'd miss you.

[Asldkfjld;k';;

Curse her fuckoff white-ass leucistic complexion, she can feel every individual blood cell flood into her face like her head's holding a going out of business sale, which it might as well be, because Dave is a magnificent specimen of tongue-tied idiocy right now. She laces her fingers tightly over the back of her neck for a moment, then forces her arms loose and slips her hands in her pockets, offers a lazy shrug.]

Don't worry about it, man, I'd never engage an organized sport. I only run free.

...That's a parkour joke.

[And not a big gay fanservice sports anime joke. Okay, no, it's both. Kill her, murder her senseless. She should just dive out the window while she has a chance to redeem herself. It's all downhill from here and she's sprinting blind with her shoes untied.

She rocks a little, slowly, on her heels.]

Besides, if I did, 'course I'd take you with me. The hell would I enter Yankee territory alone for. I'm a delicate Southern belle, Jesus.

[The redness blooming across Day's freckles doesn't go unnoticed by Souda. It makes him wonder, for the first time, if maybe Day gets the same way he does. If Day feels the little sparkles under her lungs that Souda feels.

It would be nice. He'd like to stay with her, to be closer to her, to touch her hair and face and--]

Y'think? Ha-ha!

[It doesn't even really occur to him that he's pushing past his thoughts right now; it's so easy to just be himself and have fun with her that it feels more like he's just ignoring his doubts.

He leans forward over the table a bit, pulling his hands from his pockets to mime clawing motions and grinning half to bare his teeth.]

Southern Belle with a sharp guard dog, huh? [yeah and also the scarediest but whatevs]

Awww, who's a good boy? Who's gonna chase off all those stinky Northern types with your big, sharp teeth and claws, hm? Hmmm? Is it you? Iiiiis it youuuu?

[She slips her hands between Souda's so she can bracket his head and deliver sweet double-handed scritchies behind his ears, biting her lip on a smile.]

Though I gotta say, that's kind of not what I was imagining? I know I come off as a fearless warrior princess who doesn't afraid of anything, but I'm actually piss-terrified of dogs, JS.

[She moves one hand up to rub between his ears, leaving the other one to cup the side of his head, still scratching slowly.]

So why don't you just be my date to the cotillion, yeah? You know, for our cover. You can be on my arm and all that and still snap at suitors, just without the Red Rover roleplay.

Cos I'm not a dog!

[Laughs Souda, even though he's all bent over her tables now, eyes closed as he revels in scritches. This is perfect. This is good. Life is good.

He could bite through her arm-- through it, literally-- in a flash, but instead he's swaying side to side like a drunk. Of course, blissed out as he is, he doesn't entirely take what Day's said as she said it.]

You wanna go on a date with me?

[...Maybe he took it how she meant it, though. Despite his question, he seems a bit distracted; he keeps taking a step as though he wants to go meet her behind the tables as opposed to leaning over them, but he's-- he doesn't want to stop getting scratched--]

[Fuck. Shit! Mission abort, we have SNAFU'd.

It's like a chill without the cold, electric sparks without a burn raising goosebumps along her bare arms, a sudden flip in her stomach when she realizes what she's said. Her face is still warmly colored, hands steady on his skin like he's vinyl, precious and knowable, art to be made with his consent. What if she touched him like that. What if...

For all that misty waterfall rush inside her, Dave just hums thoughtfully and tips her head to one side, carding her fingers through his hair and rubbing under his chin.]

I asked you first.

[The music's still playing between them, as tightly wound with quiet anticipation as she is.]

[There's a low, almost distressed spark of 'chuckles' from low in Souda's throat as he reluctantly pulls away from Day's hands. She's far too far from him right now-- at least for comfortable cuddling-- and he has to fix that by hurriedly hopping around-side of Day's turntables. It's only a matter of moments before he's practically on top of her (being king of invading personal space), churring and begging for attention. He rests his hands on the small of her back and leans his chin onto her shoulder, swaying side to side.]

Yeah. Yeah. I like that idea.

[There's a little growl under his words, the feral part of him caught up in expressing the joy of being close-- but his quickness to answer isn't just because he's being petted. He's no dog, like he said, and doesn't have a need for being spoiled like that.]

[Whoa.

Dave isn't used to sudden affection like this, even after this much exposure to Cuddlebug Spot here. She does not come from huggy stock. Most of her baby pictures with Bro reveal him carrying her under his arm like a football. She's not sure what to do with her hands.

The growl in the underlayer of his voice makes her arms prickle more, and she breathes out past his ear, blinking quickly.]

R-really?

[She clears her throat and tries again, lowering her voice from that hopeful, girlish chirp and resting her hands on his back.]

I mean, yeah, of course you would, who wouldn't, I'm a goddess, but... yeah? 'S cool with you?

[Well Souda knows that he certainly wants Dave's hands on him and preferably petting, so he nuzzles adamantly at her neck, tightening his grip around her waist.]

Ya mean it, right? Like I could kiss ya an' stuff, right?

[because that's what's important here-- if she wants to go on a date, then... he can do things like this!!]

[She's blushing all over, down her neck to her shoulders, but she laughs dizzily and wraps one arm more properly around him and strokes his back with the other.

God. She really likes tracing his muscles under her palm.]

Well. Depends.

[There's a smile in her voice.]

Are you gonna be a gentleman about it or take a hint already?

[Souda's damn near starry-eyed at the invitation, a quiet, whistly-whoop leaving his throat. He pulls back to look at her, pulling his hands up to cup her cheeks. Normal people might hesitate, but Cuddles McJonesy's thirst knows no shame, and he dips his head to press his lips to hers.

It's something he's been imagining for a while, if he's honest, but not something he's been so bold as to take.]

[Dave's breath comes out on a sigh as she closes her eyes, petting hand grasping his shoulder now, pulling herself to him, tilting her head into it. Why did they wait so long? Dumb, dumb. It's not like they're teenagers, even if her heart kept doing dumb teenager fluttery shit whenever he caught her off guard.

She doesn't push the kiss into something too deep, not yet, but she takes her time before coming up again.]

This where I confess I was the one trying to be a gentleman this long?

[At least Souda's sure of why he waited. Between instinct and-- and, well, the Kuzuryuus-- he wasn't one to go stepping on toes. He is, however, the disgusting cuddling doting type.]

Really?

[He asks, not quite as shy with his surprise. If all this had been permissible for so long, why had she waited???? He is TOTALLY HERE for this, okay--]

Why the hell'd you do that?

[He laughs in that siren-like whoop of a call, holding her closer.]

[She laughs aloud, too, almost turned giggly by his enthusiasm, a little shyer and less certain of herself in this new territory with him.]

Because it would've been creepy and weird, turdsmurf.

[She rests her face in the spot where his neck meets his chest and draws aimless shapes on his lower back.]

You're staying at my place, and your situation's tenuous as hell, and I didn't want it to be like I wanted you to smooch me to please your overlord or whatever. I'm not... That would've chafed up my Ass Pass something awful.

[The Ass Pass being, naturally, the valley between East Asscheek and West, separating the Gluteus Range.]

I've lived long enough with an overbearing, attention-starved dickstick not to want to be him, you know?

[Ah yes, the glorious Ass Pass. Souda's stupid laughter-calls continue.]

No, no, you're amazing! [He says, as earnest as he would tell anyone else about her. Because Day won't betray him, he's sure. She's given him no reason to doubt her.]

So we can kiss any time ya want!

[~~please god, kiss him, touch him~~]

[She lifts her head to look at him.]

Yeah?

[Those idly doodling fingers find their way to his chest, now, the collar of his shirt, simultaneously shy and bold. Her gaze falls to the skin over his clavicle, how it moves and flickers.]

Like... right now?

[She's playing coy, yes, but just as much, she's asking. Confirming. Is it okay, is this really what he wants? Is she really what he wants?]

I said any time!

[Excited little whoops color the undertones of his words, strange churring noises that probably mean he's happy. He doesn't seem to notice how she looks at him, too focused on bumping his forehead against hers.]

C'mon...

[She hums and dillydallies a little longer, moving her hand up to twirl a loop of his hair around her finger, then leans up to kiss him again, warm lips to lips, sure, this time, that they both want it.

She settles back on the flats of her feet instead of up on her toes, both hands now pressed to either side of Souda's face without her really knowing how they got there, and she only pulls away to talk low.]

Does that go for the date, too? Any time? Just... I wanna say, open season, go for whatever. I'm down for it. I just want to tell you in case you didn't know that.

--Like right now?

[There's a little chirrup in the back of Souda's voice, and his big sharp teeth show in his grin.]

We could go now! I'm not busy-- I mean, you know that, I'm-- yeah!

[He's practically sparkling, all too eager. He's never been quite taught how he should respond to scenarios like this, and the feel-good rush of it is getting to his head.]

[It's endearing. It's adorable. It makes her heart do little flip-flops in her chest. Dave hasn't felt this embarrassed about her existence since the time she had a crush on John.]

Wh-where do you want to go? I don't actually know of any cotillions on right now, FYI.

[She lets both her hands slip down to his chest and looks at them instead of his face. She doesn't know how to take all this excitement over her. She's all pink in the cheeks, sweet and melty like fresh chocolate chip cookies.]

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