bakerstreet | Take it slow

Take it slow

Take It Slow Smut Meme
(inspired by an anon comment by a Hulk player and damn it's hard to find gifts from Hulk 2008.)

There are plenty of memes about skipping to the good part, rushing to sex, being desperate for it, and so on. But what about taking things slow? Some people enjoy that, as well, and still others have need to keep their calm - they're inexperienced and not completely ready or they can't get knock-out, drag-down excited for reasons that can get a bit...dangerous. Or the slowness could be nothing serious; foreplay could just be the word of the day. Then, you'll want to enjoy your time together and not run through the motions of a good time 'till its spent too soon.

They say all good comes to those who wait, so savor every moment and wait for the inevitable to come.

how to play

› Comment with your character, preferences, and information.
› Reply to other characters.
› Use the RNG to determine your prompt or pick one.

prompts

inexperience ‹One or both of you don't have the experience nor the confidence.›
trauma ‹You're not at ease getting close to anyone, but for them, you want to try, though you can't go headlong into it.›
under pressure ‹You can't get too heated up because of your powers, your health, or your temper, so you have to keep things under control.›
foreplay ‹Why rush the best part?›
their pleasure ‹Your pleasure doesn't matter. You're 100% focused on them.›
the best torture ‹Actually, you're trying to make them suffer by dragging this out. Isn't hatesex grand?›
emotion ‹You love them. Both of you have a lot to say, so best to say it through actions that can't be done too quickly.›
wrong place ‹Technically, you shouldn't be having sex here, so you have to keep things PG-13. Yeah, right. But at least you can pretend and keep things at a crawl...if you can.›
last time for a while ‹They're about to go away, and you have to spend these moments with them and memorize everything about them.›
last time for good ‹This is the end of the line. You want to make this time together last as long as you can.›
do overs ‹It's time for round two! You've got nowhere better to be, and you could do this all day.›
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Victoria was used to her dancing partners being much larger than her, though that did not change how she danced herself. It always said something for how the man reacted when they truly realized how small she truly was. Some would try and lord over her, others would take this as an opportunity to be inappropriate. But he did neither. While he certainly lead, they seemed suited. Victoria kept in time, gliding over the floor effortlessly with him. He was definitely talented, and in this way they moved together quite intimately.

“Some do not take quite the measures you have,” she replied, her eyes meeting his. She was used to flattery, but in true she was both impressed and intrigued with him. “Is this not what you wanted? I saw the way your eyes would find mine throughout the night.”

If he was expecting some sort of game, Victoria didn’t play so easily. Instead as they step in closer together, she watched him closer. “I’ve been told your from America. I hope your travels have faired you well.” She was hoping for some kind of information from him. Was he visiting? He was a Captain after all. Was he staying in London? She didn’t ask directly, but Victoria was hoping a natural conversation would form from her curiosities.

One of the most important things in the training of a Time Agent was learning how to act at court and especially how to dance. Their role necessarily tended to involve having to gain influence with important people, and the normal methods of seduction wouldn't work there. They had to be able to seduce from a distance.

Jack, in whom seduction practically oozed from every pore quite naturally, had thoroughly enjoyed the challenge of learning to hone and refine it. He was also naturally musical and dancing came easily to him. It was one major reason why he'd been picked for this job.

His hand was steady and reassuring on her lower back, effortlessly guiding her round the floor, avoiding collisions and even putting in a few extra twists and spins for fun.

"You do rather draw the eye, your Majesty," he murmured, with complete truth. Victoria, so young and vibrant, almost radiated energy and hope for her country.

He needed to make sure she had the chance to fulfil that promise.

He grinned at her enquiry about his travels, slowing their movement somewhat as she stepped in closer. "It was a long trip," he admitted, also with complete truth. "But worth it for getting to be here at the start of something so great. Your reign has such huge potential ahead of it. It would be dreadful if anything were to get in the way of that."

((OOC: I am so sorry for the long silence! It's been a hell of a week, but hopefully I have my brain back now!))

He stood out in a room more than anyone she had ever met, but she liked his confidence. Some men with similar personalities could not handle that she was queen, a woman in a higher station. But he seemed to realize that was just one facet of Victoria. Compliments were always to be expected, and she thanked him for them before nearly stopping the dance at what he said next.

What a curious thing to say.

“And why would something get in the way of that,” she posed back, a little more skeptical now. Was this a warning or was he personally involved in something she should know about?

ooc: no worries.

It was possibly a little early to be broaching such a subject, but Jack never had been very good at playing the waiting game.

He shrugged and gave her a rueful smile, even as he gently coaxed her back into the dance, determined that no-one watching (those Xlorians had eyes everywhere, literally) would take any notice of that slight check she'd made at his last statement.

"There are always people who want to take power away from those who have it," he said regretfully. "And you have a coronation coming up. I'm very much afraid that you may be in danger, your Majesty."

She was alarmed, though trying to not come across too emotional. She had the court to think about. Though if they were in private, Victoria would be demanding an answer. She never strayed away from emotion on a personal level. But she took his nudge and continued to dance with him, suddenly even more interested in him. Should she trust him? She wasn’t entirely sold, yet.

“What would you have me do?” she asked in response. His answer could be telling after all. If he was expecting her to not attend her own coronation, then she would likely dismiss him right there. She was queen. And while it was already hard for her even ask, to be led by someone else, she truly did need guidance here.

He looked down at her, blue eyes serious, taking her measure.

"Well, ideally you should postpone the coronation and stay safely indoors until I've managed to neutralise the threat, your Majesty," he said, a little droll because he was already aware he had a kindred spirit in Victoria and there was no way she would go for so restrictive a plan. He shrugged, those same blue eyes now alight with wry humour, twinkling down at her.

"But obviously that's not going to happen." A quick grin. "So second best would be for you to have someone you trust check out all the people who can get close to you here in the palace, and meanwhile give me access to do my own investigations." He sobered again, his hand tightening fractionally, almost protectively, on her back as if keeping her close in the dance would protect her from the threat. "There are imposters here somewhere, your Majesty. It's vital that we find them before it's too late."

((OOC: Again, so sorry, I've been really ill, but I love your Victoria and would love to see where this can go. :-) ))

The look on her face was abhorrent disagreement at the thought of not having a coronation. A monarch not having one was unheard of, and Victoria was not going live her life in fear just because of the prospect of danger.

Luckily he seemed more reasonable and realized that simply was not an option for her. The purse in her lips seemed to relax. "I will have Lord Melborne see to all precautions," she told him, her eyes glancing back to her Prime Minister before focusing her attention back on Jack.

"You will stay here for the time being then. I will give you access to whatever you need. All I ask is that you keep nothing from me. I assure you, I can handle more than most think I can," she told him self assured. The last thing she needed was to be kept out of the loop on her own safety.

The song began to end, and she curtseyed low. She knew all eyes were still on them. When she stood, ending the dance, she straightened. "Meet me out back shortly," she told him. It would look too suspicious if she kept engaging with him here.

ooc: no problem! I like where this is going. most often I backtag until oblivion anyway. Especially if a muse is strong. :)

Edited 2017-12-11 14:55 (UTC)

He watched her glance across to Melbourne, as he'd seen her do over and over again all evening. Melbourne's gaze had rested on her a lot too. Even if Jack hadn't heard the gossip, he'd have been aware of the connection between the two of them, and it was no surprise when Victoria declared Melbourne to be the person she would trust with personnel checks.

He didn't object. Victoria needed someone like Melbourne to advise and guide her.

"Thank you," he said warmly, and grinned down at her. "And don't worry, you shall yourself be my liaison on this. That's why I wanted to come to you direct in the first place. Who else could I trust on this better than you?"

He stepped back as the dance ended, bending into a reverent bow, keeping up the charade of formality even as he inclined his head slightly to acknowledge her instruction. "My pleasure, Majesty," he murmured, ostensibly thanking her for the dance, but he knew she would also construe it as agreement to meet her.

One last smile and then he was gone. When Victoria finally managed to slip away, she would find him waiting for her, a lot of the over-the-top effervescence gone and a much more sober look in his eyes.

((OOC: Excellent!))

The time after their meeting was spent with a lot of whispers. She did not first meet with Lord M, but it was not long before she was over in the corner advising him on what Jack had told her. He seemed alerted, and while he was already questioning Jack, Victoria assured him quietly. She at least needed to vet some of her court out further.

Before long she was able to sneak away to the outside courtyard. The cool night air nipped slightly at her exposed skin, but with all the layers she was wearing, it kept her mostly warm. At the very least the night sky was clear.

Finding him rather easily, she dipped her head. Likewise a lot of the airs she put on have seemingly left. Victoria's head was lifted, ready for whatever may come, but without the bright lights and the people about her, she felt almost smaller. Especially when she stood next to him now.

"Captain Jack," she greeted him. It's no surprise though that her guards were already at the entrance. Just as a precaution. After all she had only just met him and already they were talking about her safety. She needed to safeguard herself on all accounts until she could be sure that she could trust him explicitly.

He absolutely expected her to bring her guards. She knew nothing about him and for all she knew his approach could have been nothing but a big charade and actually he was the one who was out to kill her. Realistically, he was glad to see the guards, because it meant she was taking her own safety seriously.

"Your Majesty," he smiled, moving towards her. "Thank you for agreeing to meet me."

He kept his body language easy and charming for the sake of the guards, his hand coming down to rest lightly on Victoria's waist to guide her away from them. He was fine with them watching; he just didn't want them to hear the conversation. At least until he'd had a chance to vet them himself and check they weren't Xlorians in disguise.

Her guards fell back as she chose to walk with Jack, giving him a firm smile given the circumstances. She kept her wrap close around her, following his lead. After all he seemed to know what he was talking about, and while she was capable of making her own decisions, Victoria knew she needed guidance here.

"Come," she told him. "We have much to discuss, and I know not where to start."

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