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THE RANDOM SCENARIO MEME 3.0

- Post your character, name, and series in the subject. Include any preferences as well.
- Go to RNG and enter 1-6 for a scene type, and 1-20 for a scene to play out.

TYPE OF SCENE.
① Action → Gun fights, bar brawls, fights to the death are all possible scenarios.
② Angst → Characters suffer emotionally or physically from relationships breaking up, death, injury, etc. Hurt and comfort themes are included.
③ Crack → Genderswaps, super powers, sudden compulsions are all possible outcomes.
④ Fluff → Something that is devoid of angst. It's light-hearted and might have the overtone of romance.
⑤ Gen → General fun, things that didn't fit in the other categories.
⑥ Sex → First times, kinks, even dubcon are all possible themes of sex related scenarios.
⑦ Your choice → Think of your own scenario, choose one of the above or make a combo even!

ACTION.
① Zombies → It's the zombie apocalypse, lock and load!
② Bar brawl → You had one too many drinks, said something wrong, and now you're being asked to take it outside.
③ Chase → You're caught in a high speed chase.
④ Gun fight → You're caught in a big shoot-out.
⑤ Fight with a friend → You're fighting with a friend, all out.
⑥ Interrogation → You're being interrogated for some offense you've done.
⑦ Aliens → Aliens are attacking and you're not going to take your probe laying down!
⑧ Final battle → This is it. The battle that will end all the fighting for you. Will you win? Will you get that peace you want?
⑨ Training → You're not actually fighting, just training for the inevitable.
⑩ No hope → You know this fight has no hope. It's not going to end well for anyone involved, but you can't turn away.
⑪ Sneaking in → You're stealing a diamond or sneaking in to kick some bad guy butt, but whatever it is, you have to practice stealth.
⑫ Blue wire → You're faced with a bomb that needs to be disarmed.
⑬ Fight for honor → You've been disgraced or someone you care about has, so it's time to fight for honour.
⑭ Showdown → Time for a cowboy-style showdown. Whoever draws the fastest wins.
⑮ War → You're caught in the middle of a war here. Remember to keep your chin up and keeping fighting.
⑯ Apocalypse → The apocalypse finally happened and now you're left to scavenge and fight for whatever is left.
⑰ Sabotage → It's time to sabotage someone's plan! How is entirely up to you. Do you set up a bomb in their toilet? Do you double cross them at the last minute?
⑱ Big damn hero → You know you have to handle this one alone, so that means disarming or knocking unconscious the person who wants to join you.
⑲ Fight club → You know the rules... you're in an underground fighting ring and you're fighting with all you've got.
⑳ Threaten → You've just been sent here to rough them up a little, threaten them into behaving.

ANGST.
① Injury / illness → Your character has become injured or ill! To what extent is the mun's choice.
② Last moments → You character has been gravely injured and this is their last chance to say their last words.
③ Depression → Your character is depressed, what actions they take is up to the mun.
④ Betrayed → You character has been betrayed by the other. How do they react?
⑤ Tortured → Your character is being tortured and needs rescuing or at least a sympathetic ear to help him through it.
⑥ Jealousy → Your character is feeling jealous and must deal with it, how will they do it?
⑦ Breakup! → This relationship has gone as far as it can, it's time to breakup.
⑧ Broken → For whatever reason, the character is broken, mentally or or physically.
⑨ Fight → You can't even be in the same room as your friend or lover without arguing anymore.
⑩ Lost → You lost the biggest fight of your life and now all you can do is try to pick up the pieces.
⑪ Worst nightmare → Whatever you fear the most is now real or maybe you're just trapped in a dream together, but whatever it is, it feels too real.
⑫ Addicted → You're addicted to something, alcohol, drugs, sex, whatever. It's destroying your life and you can't do anything to stop it.
⑬ Hurt you → You're being forced to hurt someone you love either by betraying them or even being forced to shout things you don't mean. It's for their own good in the end though.
⑭ Separation → You were forced to leave this person for their own safety and while you've been miserable without them, you really didn't mean to run into them again... maybe it was by accident or you were watching them from afar this whole time.
⑮ Becoming a monster → You are slowly changing, becoming a monster: vampire, zombie, demon, something you can't recover from and no-one can help you.
⑯ Frozen → You are entirely helpless, frozen, to stop some kind of disaster.
⑰ Prison → You were very bad and now it's time to pay the price by turning yourself in or maybe the law just finally caught up to you.
⑱ Fear → You're not sure why, but you are suddenly terrified and you can't deal with it. You need help.
⑲ Hated → You are now hated by the person you loved the most.
⑳ Down and out → You're living on the streets, you've hit rock bottom, and you don't know what to do.

CRACK.
① Sexswap → Uh-oh, you're suddenly the opposite sex!
② Forced confessions → No matter what it is and no matter how hard you resist, you're going to be compelled to spill some deep dark secret!
③ Mind-reading → You've suddenly got the ability to read minds!
④ Animal → You're suddenly part animal or transformed into an animal!
⑤ Awkward pick-up lines → You're compelled to use bad pickup lines on whoever is closest!
⑥ Back in School / Graduated → You're suddenly back in school! Or if you were already in it, you've aged and long since graduated!
⑦ Vampires, werewolves, and zombies, oh my! → You're suddenly a vampire, werewolf, or zombie! Maybe even a demon or a devil, whatever creepy crawly you can think of. What do you do now?
⑧ Ghost → You're suddenly a ghost or at least invisible. What are you going to do with this new ability?
⑨ Awkward conversations → So did you just fart or what? Any conversation goes, as long as it's embarrassing and awkward.
⑩ Crossdressing → For whatever reason, you're suddenly dressed in clothes of the opposite sex.
⑪ Suddenly naked → Oops! Your clothes are suddenly gone.
⑫ Suddenly a kid → You're a kid again! Have fun with that second childhood.
⑬ Fortune cookie → You've suddenly received a note with something that will happen in the future, either precise or vague.
⑭ Super power → And suddenly you're like Superman! Any power goes.
⑮ Bodyswap → Somehow you've changed bodies with the other person.
⑯ Back in time → Somehow, you wound up in the past again. Do you try to correct something or just sit and wait for time to jump? Maybe it jumps to various points in your life or maybe you actually think you're back in the day. Have fun, run wild with the idea!
⑰ To the future → Is it everything you've dreamed? Is it horrible? Whatever happens, you're here to witness what happens to you in the future. Either you take the place of your future self or you're just there to watch. Might cause some confusion if people start seeing double though...
⑱ Angels, mermaids, and fairies! → You're not necessary something dark or evil. You're just something different. How do you deal?
⑲ Locked in a closet → For some reason, you're locked up in a closet with someone else. Do you make nice and try to figure your way out or what?
⑳ Finger trap → You're caught in a Chinese finger trap... with somebody else! You can't figure out how to get loose either... have fun with that.

FLUFF.
① Cuddling → For whatever reason, characters feel like being close and cuddling.
② Pillow talk → After the main event, characters are up for some pillow talk.
③ Celebration → Anniversary or some other big event is taking place and characters want to celebrate!
④ Love confession → Someone has finally decided to confess their love and today is the day!
⑤ Appreciation → You feel the need to show appreciation for that person closest to you, even if it's just a pat on the back.
⑥ Apologies → You made a mistake and now it's time to make it up in some way you know the other can't refuse!
⑦ Get back together → Why did you break up again exactly? Whatever the reason, it was a huge mistake and you both know you can work through it.
⑧ Date night → You've planned for a wonderful night together and you can't wait to get it started.
⑨ Family → You've either found out you're pregnant or you've already got that addition to your family.
⑩ Marriage → You're just about to get hitched or maybe you're enjoying your honeymoon. Maybe you've been together for years now! Whatever the case, it's time for that next big step.
⑪ Meeting again → It's time for that happy reunion finally!
⑫ Love at first sight → For whatever reason, you are now insanely in love with the first person you set eyes on.
⑬ Flirtation → You can't resist to do a little bit of harmless flirtation all of a sudden.
⑭ In the snow → Look outside! It's a winter wonderland, so why not go out and play in it?
⑮ Engagement → You've planned it all out and now it's time to finally pop the question.
⑯ Friendly games → You've set up the game station or board games for a friendly competition!
⑰ Gift → Time to give that special someone a gift just because.
⑱ Recovery → You're taking care of someone who's just recovered from some illness or injury.
⑲ Healing → Time to help mend that someone who's been through hell and back.
⑳ Better than ever → You've finally got everything you've ever wanted here. What is your ideal life and who does it include?

GEN.
① Nice meeting you → It's your first time meeting this person! You bumped into each other on the street, in a bar, at work... whatever!
② Drinks → You're out for drinks! Or just chilling at home with some beers. Wherever!
③ Lost → You're lost and you kind of need help finding your way to where you're going. A little help with directions?
④ Costume party → You're at a costume party, both of you are wearing masks. Do you keep the anonymity or take it off and see whose company you've been enjoying?
⑤ Wrong number → Oops, actually you didn't mean to call that person...
⑥ Drunk → You're already drunk! Drunk dialing, stumbling into someone, showing up unexpected... what type of drunk are you anyway? Aggressive, loving, happy? How does the other react?
⑦ Old friends → you haven't seen this person in a long time!
⑧ Rivals → you're suddenly rivals! Or maybe you have been all along...
⑨ Problems → you've got a problem with each other, just got in a huge fight, whatever. Try to work it out!
⑩ What are your intentions... → This person? They're dating a close friend, family member, etc. You need to find out if they're going to hurt them! Or you need to discuss your friend/family's dating choice.
⑪ I saw you → you saw the other person doing something bad and you need to confront them about it.
⑫ Sorry but no → the other person has feelings that you just don't share. They don't necessarily have to be romantic... maybe you just don't agree with their sudden desire to quit their job and start a business making tiny, fuzzy teddy bears.
⑬ My hero → you need to tell this person how much they mean to you. They've been your best friend or your role model your whole life and they need to know.
⑭ Enabler → you're enabling the other (or each other) to do something bad, really bad. Addiction, stealing, killing, or just any other self-destructive behavior.
⑮ Cooking → Time for an impromptu cooking lesson!
⑯ Oh, sure, I remember you... → It's that awkward moment when someone comes up and seems to know you, but you have no idea who they even are!
⑰ Rescue! → One of you was in trouble, but you came to the rescue!
⑱ Boss → One of you works under the other. Is your relationship good? Are you scheming things? Or do you hate each other?
⑲ Perfect crime → You and the other person have just pulled off the perfect crime... or you're planning to! What are you doing? The heist of the century, an assassination?
⑳ Movies → movie night! Maybe it's a sleepover. Whichever the case, it's time to eat a lot and have fun.

SEX.
① First time → it's your first time together or your first time ever! Enjoy the awkward times!
② Bondage → You and your partner decide to experiment a little with ropes or handcuffs or whatever you'd like to tie your partner up with.
③ Rough / Aggressive → Your characters want it rough.
④ Romantic → Slow and gentle, meaningful, that's how characters want it.
⑤ Dubcon → Character A wants Character B and it doesn't really matter if Character B wants it as bad or not.
⑥ In public → Characters feel like taking a risk and doing it in a public place.
⑦ Roleplay → Naughty nurse fetish? Pirate kink? You and your partner decide to try it out now!
⑧ Healing → You've both fought hard or gone through a rough time and it's time to get some R&R in.
⑨ Last time → This is the last time you're going to this because you're breaking up or maybe your lover is running off to sacrifice their lives in some heroic way. The possibilities are endless, but you better make this one count.
⑩ No strings attached → You're just friends with benefits. Nothing wrong with that, right?
⑪ Anonymous → You met in a restroom or bar, any location of your choosing, but you don't even know each other's names.
⑫ Toys → You're eager to try something new, so why not toys?
⑬ Aphrodisiacs → You've been slipped a strong aphrodisiac somehow and now you absolutely cannot control yourself.
⑭ Show → You're putting on a show by either doing it right in the club or filming it for a bunch of people.
⑮ Ménage à trois → It's time for that threesome you've always dreamed of.
⑯ Non-penetrative → Frottage, handjobs, whatever you want to try out.
⑰ Controlled → You are under mind control and must do whatever your lover asks of you.
⑱ Hate sex → It's not just rough or aggressive, you absolutely cannot stand each other.
⑲ Extreme → Fisting, knife play, whatever you can think of so long as it tests the boundaries.
⑳ Fantasy → This is just a fantasy, a dream, and you know it, but what is your ideal fantasy and how willing is your partner?

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[ In a minute. Or five.

Because maybe the cool touch of his metal fingers should startle or surprise her out of this fevered feeling of being so close and kissing him but it doesn't. Instead it leaves something almost electric coursing through her, leaves her wanting more, and when he pulls her in all she can think of how good it feels to have her body pressed against his, when his is all warmth and muscle and gentleness and her fingers tighten on his shoulders.

She definitely isn't wondering whether he wants her now.

Especially not when she feels his tongue against her lips, hoping for entry which she grants gladly as she parts her own lips for him with a hum that sounds a lot like an impatient whine, and she deepens the kiss and moves her tongue against his.

God.

And as if they weren't in trouble enough, her hands start pushing against his shoulders. She's a bit tired and not strong enough to begin with to be able to push him down onto his back but maybe he'll take the hint because, god, she wants him so badly. She wants their bodies as close as they can be and her hands all over him and whatever else he's willing to give her tonight even if that's not going all the way. ]

[The sound he makes when her lips part for him is almost a growl, something dark and possessive and he slips inside her, hungry and hot, tongue stroking, tasting. Claiming. He's behaved himself for so long but his mind... his mind has wandered pretty far during those long, lonely nights and there's a great deal he wants to make up for. The stroke of her tongue against his is fire and he shudders and answers with the drag of his own.

She doesn't have the strength to push him over and he should probably resist her urging. He's aware of it, of needing to have some kind of brakes available with this, to not let them go too far. He's supposed to protect her, even from himself. But its far too easy to agree with what she wants, to let himself tip back and if the pillows keep him from being completely flat on his back, it does recline him. His arm at her waist shifts, drags that hand, firm and slow up her back to rest between her shoulder blades, pushing her down into him, fingers pressing between fabric and skin. His hand in her hair moves but he has no idea about fancy hair styles, doesn't want to pull her hair and hurt her. His mouth breaks away from hers for just an instant, long enough to pant:]

Hair. Let it down.

[Before he's right back to her mouth and drowning himself in it again.]

[ Definitely not still wondering about whether or not he wants her. Not when he practically growls into their kiss and, god, does that make her want more of him. He tastes of the forgotten birthday cake on the table when their tongues slide against each other in her mouth and she doesn't mind one bit.

She also doesn't mind when he does her bidding, and while they aren't entirely flat on the floor like she'd intended before realizing the pillows were in the way, she decides it'll do when she feels his hand move up her back and press her into him even more. Because he feels so good against her, his fingers feel so good in her hair, that he coaxes a moan out of her just as he's pulling himself from their kiss.

His voice. Hana feels like a winner for getting him to sound like that.

He indulged her, so she'll do the same. She doesn't get a word in before his mouth is crashing into hers once more, and she welcomes it, simply humming her agreeing into the kiss instead of saying it. With just one of her hands, the other staying on his shoulder, she reaches up and pulls the bunny clip out of her hair. The cascading floral arrangement comes out next. Then it's an elastic and pin after pin being discarded onto the floor before her hair finally falls down to her shoulders and back. With her fingers she starts loosening the braids until now wavy hair joins the rest and brush against the sides of Shiro's face. ]

[He wishes he could watch her take her hair down. Her hair has been a fascination for him from the very start and he imagines that watching her clever fingers slip it apart and strands of it falling down until it cascades must be one of the most intimate and sensual things.

But that would mean not kissing her. And he really doesn't have the tolerance for that at the moment. Not when her mouth is honey sweet and chocolate and heat and need. He does take his hand out of her hair though, so she can work it herself and that hand slides down to the small of her back, presses there too as his legs bend at the knees and come up a little, letting him plant his soles on the floor. He wants all of her - and yet he wants each singular piece separate and to himself as well.

The sound he makes when her hair finally comes loose and falls around him is somewhere between a groan and a thrumming rumble of pure pleasure and desire. Late night fantasies all alone in the middle of the empty black is nothing compared to the reality.]

[ Thankfully, there should be more opportunities for Shiro to watch Hana take her hair down. While this moment isn't one of them, it's with good reason and that good reason is keeping their kiss going because Hana wouldn't have it any other way.

She gives another approving hum when she feels his legs shift beneath her, and her own legs tighten around him if that were even possible. With her hand free after finishing with her hair, she finds the side of Shiro's face and she pulls her other hand away from his shoulder in favor of being able to frame his face with both of her hands as she continues to kiss him soundly, deeply, hungrily; but unlike anyone she's ever kissed before even when their kiss is all fire and need it feels like, underneath it all, it's love and affection and feelings, and that just makes it so much better. ]

[Having more moments with her is a good reason to stay alive.

First desperate hunger sated, his mind clears, just a little. Just enough to feel the soft flow of her love under the electric fire of her kiss and something in his chest finally unwinds, unspooling slow and warm and rich. Cupped in both her slim hands, he hums back at her, soft and low and his kiss changes. Just a little. It's all right. She's right there. Safe in his arms. No one is going to take her away. He doesn't have to give her up yet. His tongue flicks against hers, teasing, playful, and his hands over along her back, pressing, dragging strokes that moves fabric against the warm skin underneath before one of his hands shifts to wind into her hair, fingers rubbing slow circles against her scalp and down the back of her neck.]

[ She's got to wonder what his touch would feel like without fabric in the way. And speaking of fabric, her hand momentarily drops from her face to tug on the fabric of her yukata, letting it ride up her legs so she doesn't run the risk of ruining it while staying in this position because-- well, he's a lot bigger than she is, and to straddle him her legs have to spread a bit-- not that she minds. Her hand returns to cupping his cheek only momentarily before she decides to move it again, fingers trailing along his jaw and down his neck and the crook of it before they press through the fabric on his collarbone.

The kiss slows, too, on her part, but it retains the same affection and want even when Shiro has the nerve to tease her with his tongue. Because two can play at that game, and with her legs a little less constricted by the yukata she can grind against him, just slightly. Which she does. ]

[He wears clothes that cover most of him. He always does these days. The puncture wounds on his forearm from something's fangs, the claw marks that run across half his chest and catch just at his shoulder. The knife wounds, the bites, the ragged tears and old burns. No one needs to see those.

Except Hana has.

She's seen them all and fallen in love with him anyway. So there's no flinch when her fingers start to trail, just a low, long rumbling sound of pure appreciation.

He's wanted her touch on him for so long and his fingers in her hair stroke, thumb brushing the curve of her ear.

He does grunt, when she shifts to deal with her yukakta -

and then he hisses when she shifts in a light grind over him, hand leaving her back to clamp down on one of her hips. It's all he can do not to press his hips up and respond.

His hiss broke their kiss and his eyes are very dark as they open to look up at her. Dark and watching and he knows he shouldn't but - slow his hips move. Just enough to press up against her and swivel.]

[ She's seen all of his scars and she's seen how much pain remembering where they came from brings him and she's fallen in love with him anyway, and given the chance she'd press her lips to each and every single one of those scars, show him that she doesn't think they're something to be a shamed of. They're proof that he's a survivor and that he's strong and endured unimaginable things but still tries his best to be the kindest, sweetest guy she knows and loves.

Her dark eyes find his when they pull away from the kiss. Watching intently for his next move like this is a game that they're playing, and-- ]

Oh--

[ she got what was coming for her after teasing him like that, although she was actually hoping for this retribution because, god, this is all driving her honestly crazy. Even that slow, slight movement of his hips has her dropping her head down a bit, hot breath escaping from her lips and into his ear before she ducks, more, pressing her lips firmly to his neck, which is thankfully bare in tonight's apparel. She wouldn't have had the patience to deal with his preference for turtlenecks otherwise. ]

[That little sound of hers says it all and his smile stretches across his lips even as he shudders at the whisper of her breath against his ear. That's... that's good. That's very good. And he tips his chin back, arching his throat for her, glad, for once, that's he's not wearing that turtleneck she would have been so adamant against anyway. The sound he makes is long and throaty and pleased and soothing at the same time though and his hips start a slow, steady rock against her, hand on her hip holding her pressed down into him. His voice is rusty and crooning and quiet near her ear.]

Like that, sweetheart? Just like that?

[ Another time, she'd have the patience to deal with a turtleneck. But not tonight, not when she's filling herself with the feeling of him for the first time, and how good that feeling is, and not tonight when they only have a few hours left together. Not now, when warmth is building inside of her with every slow rock of his hips. She answers him with moving her own hips against him. She answers him quietly, breathlessly, equal parts imperatively and pleading, voice against his neck, ]

Mm, just like that. Keep going.

[ Then she laves a hot line along his throat, tasting his skin, and she reaches with her hand, hooks her fingers into the collar of his yukata, pulling it a little loose so she can see and touch his bare collarbone. Then her mouth follows her fingers, settles on a spot just above the bone, where her teeth drag lightly on his skin and then kisses it, hard; she's going to leave a mark. Possibly several by the end of the night. Possibly where it might be more visible, too. But for now she sucks on that one spot before pulling away and licking his skin where she had just basically bruised it, murmuring, ]

I love you, Takashi.

[He groans when her hips move and her body answers him and his hand shifts from her hip to the small of her back, fingers spreading, pressing her down into him as he presses up into her from below. Her lips are liquid fire, leaving a burning trail across his skin even after she's moved on and her fingertips dance electric shivers over his skin where they touch.

His. This is his. All his. Because she's giving it to him.

The bite earns a sharp inhale that turns into something somewhere between a pleased chuckle and a throaty moan and his hand slips out of her hair to stroke down her back, back up, over her shoulder, down to curve her hip and then one long leg as far as he can trace it, long painting strokes of his palm and fingers, exploring. She makes his head hazy, fills his blood with heat and he turns his head, nuzzling her hair, against her temple and forehead, lips brushing.]

More than the stars. [He agrees it quietly, voice husky. And his hips move under her, keeping that pace she asked for but adding a little swivel when he's pushed up into her, friction and heat.] More than rain.

[ She doesn't know that her heart has ever beat this fast before and it's--nice. His hands leave a ghosting touch on her skin and she wants more and more, enough to last her for all of the months that they'll be apart. She doesn't know when she'll see him again. She'd told himself she would be good tonight but every time she thinks about saying goodbye to him in the morning she realizes-- screw that.

She wants him. All of him. More than kisses that leave her dazed and more than the friction of his body under hears.

Hana groans, fingers pressing onto his collarbone and shoulder and the side of his face, with each maddening swivel of his hips, but his words coax a quiet, raspy chuckle out of her as she pulls her face away from his neck so she can return to the sides of his face to bid him to look at her again. Her eyes are dark but loving, teasing but affectionate. ]

Don't mess with me, Shiro. There isn't anything you love more than the stars.

[ the way she says, with a little teasing curl on her lips, it simply conveys that she understands completely. She leans in to press another kiss to the scar on his nose before she says, ]

Let's take this to your room? [ and then a beat before she adds, ] Please.

[His eyes meet hers and his are just as dark, just as full of fire and haze - but his lips smile for her and he raises one hand to cup her face. His hips still but his other hand keeps her pressed down tight against him. His voice is very soft - but very sure as he repeats:]

I meant what I said, Hana Song. More than the stars. [Tender, he strokes his thumb over her cheek and the pink whiskers there and there's longing in his eyes the way they were when they were in the observatory and he was looking at the night sky.

Except he's not looking at the night sky now. Against her chest, his heart is beating hard and he exhales something that shakes. His thumb strokes again, still infinitely gentle.]

I won't stop. If I take you to my bed, Hana. I won't want to stop.

[ She recognizes that look. It's the same look he had while stargazing, that same longing look that made her feel almost lonely knowing that Shiro would always belong to the stars--

Except he's not looking at the night sky now. He's looking at her.

She believes it, then, that he does love her more than the stars. She should feel guilty that he does, when he really does belong out there, when he has a responsibility as a leader and a defender of the galaxy, that he loves her more than the things he's trying to protect out there. But she doesn't.

Her hand rises to touch the hand of his stroking her cheek, and the look she gives him, her brown eyes piercing into his, is all at once tender and determined and brave. ]

Who said anything about stopping?

[He would give up the stars for her.

It would forever kill a large part of him - but if it were a choice between the two he knows which one he would reach for. He belongs to the stars and the dark spaces between them - but his heart only heals in Hana's hands. If she made him chose - he would.

His mercy is that she would never make him.

His inhale shakes a little as she looks down at him and he knows her answer before she even says it. He can see it in her eyes, feel it in her touch. And, he knows, he should stop them now. Before things go further, before -

he doesn't care. Whatever reasons he had, they don't seem to make any sense now and he knows that its his lust clouded brain talking but - it's still making sense. Why was he so determined to hold them apart?

Against the pillows, his shoulders roll, back and down and he pulls in a deep breath. And then he sits up, careful to keep her pressed close, arms sliding around her for support because a tick or two later, he's on a knee and then standing up with her still in his arms, one hand spread under her backside, the other arm firm around her back. She's all shadows in the dark and he leans down so she can get the candle.]

You can tell me to stop. [Despite his earlier warning, he means it.] At any point, you can tell me to stop and I will.

[ And if somehow, some way, Shiro were ever be made to choose between Hana and the stars, she would tell him to stick with the stars. She'd tell him that she'll be fine and that the stars need him as much as he needs the stars, that who knows? Maybe he'll find another person who can heal his heart. It's a wide universe out there.

Two can play at the sacrifice game.

But luckily, neither of them have to think about it-- right now, all she's thinking about is this very moment, with her heart pounding in her chest, pounding against Shiro's body, and this time she doesn't give a surprised yelp when he lifts her. Instead, she wraps an arm around him, using the other one to grab the candle off the table. When she looks back at him, her looks is soft, reassuring, but with that same quiet determination. ]

Relax, Shiro. I can handle it.

I just-- [ she fights back a choking feeling in her throat, there-- ] I wanna be with you before you go back out there. [ And then, again, ] Please.

[He hears the choke in her throat even if there's no sound to give it away and it cracks his heart. There's no hesitation as he leans in to kiss her again, all protective tenderness and carefully leashed hunger she does nothing to hide from her. Against her, his fingers dig, enough for her to feel the need.

They both assume he's the one that might not come back. It doesn't mean he doesn't understand that he could lose her too. And that's in his kiss too.

And then he's rumbling a sound and lifting his head so that he can watch where they're going as he carries her down the hall and into his bedroom.

He's not surprised when he sees his futon already laid out, covers neatly tucked back and the chuckle rumbles in his chest despite the situation. He'd probably lucky they didn't leave rose petals everywhere. So he's smiling as he slowly leans down, first to let her set the candle on the night table and then to gentle lay her down on his bed.

Her hair fans out over his pillow and his breath catches in his throat. On one knee he has to lean over her and kiss her again, murmuring a low, throaty sound as his fingers thread into her hair.]

[ His kiss is returned soundly, and it gives Hana a moment to pull herself back together after that vulnerable moment, thankfully. He sensibly pulls away so he can navigate them to his room, but Hana burrows her face into his shoulder, nuzzling his neck as he takes them there.

She doesn't really notice the futon, and doesn't really know why Shiro's chuckling, but she sets the candle down on the nightstand carefully. See? Now he doesn't have to imagine the sight of her wit her hair splayed across his pillow, and she smiles a little smugly even as he leans in for another kiss. She gives an approving hum of her own at the feeling of his fingers in her hair, and in turn, she reaches up and tries to wrap her arms around him best as she can and pull him down to her. She wants him closer. On her. Only a few moments have passed since they were by the futon and her body is already aching for his. ]

[He loves her kisses. Is utterly addicted to them. Lives off of the different tastes they each have. And the sound he rumbles down into her is both please - and hungry.]

Hold on.

[He pulls back, away from her tug and his eyes move over her, laying on his bed, lips well kissed, hair all around, all slender limbs and flower print star fabric. He wants to memorize this, wants to be able to call it back to mind perfectly each time he wants to. But he's also not waiting. He only pulls away long enough to unknot his yukata and shrug it off, letting it fall to the side of the bed, muscles moving as he leans back over her again, eyes watching. Beyond a pair of boxer briefs that was all he had been wearing and he leans in for another kiss, waiting to see if she's still comfortable, if she's still sure for he settles over her completely.]

[ If she hadn't been sure before (which she was, by the by) she's definitely sure after he takes his yukata off.

Because her eyes roam over his body, more bare now than she's ever seen, drinks in every single nick and mark and scar across his skin. Wishes that she could do something, anything, to ease the pain they bring him. But under the surface he's muscle and strength and, well, Hana has to appreciate his physique. Who wouldn't?

And so she welcomes his lips back to hers gladly, kissing him back eagerly, and she raises her hands to press her fingers to his shoulder blades, finally feeling bare skin, before she drags them down his back, nails just lightly scraping against him. After that, her hands would be cupping his face but instead they're now preoccupied with trying to undo her own yukata. Alas, Hana has no idea how this works much less while in this position.

She has to laugh into their kiss, a little. But she pulls away, and in a voice that's partly embarrassed but mostly amused, she says, ]

Hey, help me out? I have no idea how I even got into this thing.

[Her nails on his back triggers a long, rumbling groan and another roll of his shoulders, flexing to give her more skin to touch, hungry, soaking it in like a sponge.

He has been so hungry for the feel of her touch on his skin for so long. And he knows its partially his own damn fault for wearing clothes that cover so much.

Her hands leave him though, struggle for a moment between them and he realizes at about the same time she breaks away with a little laugh -

His own chuckle is full and real and he leans down to steal another quick kiss before focusing on her obi.]

I'm surprised grandmother didn't get you a clap on, clap off version.

[His hands slide under her hips and he hums another low sound of appreciation, fingers stroking before sliding up the back of her waist and finding the bow. Another kiss and his fingers fumble until they find the tab and he can slip it loose and untie it. He's never been a part of his mother or grandmother's preparation for celebrations but he can follow the logic of the cloth once he's got a feel for it. One hand slides up her back to support her between her shoulders, lifting enough to let him start to tug the fabric of her belt loose. It also gives him an excuse to lean down and brush a kiss over her throat, follow it up to the soft skin behind her ear, the soft drag of his teeth and tender strokes of his lips as his fingers work.]

If that's a real thing, I want one. That'd make things so much easier.

[ Because apart from the intricacies of the obi and the fabric of the yukata itself wrapping around her, she's also wearing a slip underneath--or rather, been made to wear a slip underneath. This is going to take forever (in reality like, five minutes) and-- asking Shiro to help may have been a bad idea. Because she realizes, now, that he's taking his damn time and teasing her as he does so. She can't help the little whine or five she makes when he ghosts a kiss onto her neck, by her ear, and the feel of his teeth against her skin just makes her want to rip this whole thing off.

But she won't. Partly because of grandmother but also, secretly, she's enjoying this. She's enjoying each and every touch of Shiro's fingers on her and each breath that passes between them and she is certainly enjoying the view as well.

She's not quite sure how she can help with the current endeavor except to let him go about it-- so she'll help with a different endeavor, instead, lifting her hands just enough to brush them up along the Shiro's sides, feeling the rigidity of muscles and finding a scar here and there to trail her fingers along. ]

[He's taking his damn time and teasing. He won't even pretend otherwise. Undressing her is giving him all kinds of reasons to run his hands over her body and explore.

Like the way his hand slips down to caress her ass as he shifts her a little under him to help get the long wind of the obi free. Trailing a long dragging kiss down her slender throat he lifts his head to look - and realizes that she's got two other smaller belts tied in place as well.

And makes a sound that's somewhere between a groan and a chuckle, lowering his head to nuzzle at the base of her throat before lifting enough to look down and watch as his hands start at the one at her waist, fumbling to find where his grandmother turned the fabric to hide the bow.

And the muscles along his back and sides move automatically, stretching and rolling as her fingers trace over them, feeling each brush like a jolt of sparking fire, each stroke like hot liquid oil. No one's touched his skin since he escaped the Galra, not even Mercy when she was patching him up after his first run in with Talon. Hana's fingers - he doesn't remember his skin ever being as sensitive as it is now before.

The second belt comes loose and pulls away and he lays his palm over her stomach. Spreads his fingers. His. Its his human hand and he lets the heat of his skin sink in there before he drags it slow upward, presses another kiss to her throat, starts to work at untying the small belt just under her breasts, back of his hand a slow, steady drag back and forth against her there as his fingers are busy trying to find the tucked bow.]

[ Hana has to look on almost excruciatingly, as Shiro explores her with his eyes, hands, lips. She has to watch each shift of his musculature with every movement, listen to each breath he takes and the hum of his voice whenever he finds something he likes and worst of all feel every single thing. He grants her reprieve whenever he does something-- when he feels her ass, when he presses his hand onto her stomach and up, but, god, could she go crazy waiting for everything to come off.

It's with something that sounds an awful lot like a whine that her hands return to his back, but this time, rather than a light touch, she presses down, hard, nails digging into his skin a bit. And she can't help the words that escape from her lips, beginning with a choice curse word in Korean and then -- ]

Come on, Shiro. [ she pants, ] I want you.

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i lied again now i'm going to bed

lol

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choice use of icon there :p

lol, couldn't resist

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I literally had to watch a video on how to wear a yukata for this lol research!

lmfao i <3 you

;) http://68.media.tumblr.com/a86a56ab64170fd0e9fd4f258c92d256/tumblr_ogf98xs9e51v0itvwo1_500.jpg

what a good