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!
[I LOVE ALL THESE OPTIONS along with awkward virgins, size differences, and zombie attacks. Interested in both canon and cross-canon CR, happy to do things in her world, your character's world, or a jamjar! Kinklist here if you want it.]
"Should I... should I undress you?" Richter asked, awkwardly reaching out to sort of. Touch. Renge's bra. How did these work again? He's sort of seen and read things - a scant fraction of Renge's media experience - with no more physical than she had.
Which mean he was just sort of vaguely poking at her bra, a curious look on his face. He was a scientist! A researcher! A man of intellect! And like so many, foiled by women's undergarments.
Why were they both so damn busy? Who, exactly, allowed that? The problem of course was that they were simply too motivated to not be busy but sometimes Cornelia wished she could blame it on someone or something other than their own personalities. Thank goodness they had some time together at least, and Cornelia was using it to wrap Milly up from behind, one hand around her midsection and another going straight for the titty. She pressed her face against Milly's hair, moving around to kiss at her neck. "God I've been getting impatient waiting for this," she whispered, "and you know that means something coming from me-"
But Cornelia, the absolute fool, had a special ringtone for Important Phone Calls, and that Important Ringtone was suddenly blaring right against Milly's ass.
[ GIMME ALL THIS AWKWARD BULSHIT. honestly, if the interruption is something she can't quite control, there's a good chance alcohol is involved. (alternately, spellcheck, i guess??) ]
[Clark was, as usual, good on his word. About a half hour after his last text, he'd finished helping Jimmy move and started making his way over to Lois's apartment -- maybe just a little faster than might be strictly wise, but, well ... let's just say she made a very compelling case to move.
[Case in point, he can hear the shower running the moment he steps inside.]
( Well. She agreed to give this a shot. Was she nervous? Somewhat. Quite a bit, actually. She had very little need for romance, yet alone sex, and while Redglare had done her best to ease Integra into the prospect, it's not as though it didn't carry negative connotations for her-- even now. Ladies of her stature were told to 'lie back and think of England,' after all. Not to mention that her partner was of an entirely different species. Not that it mattered that much to her. After all, she was still very humanoid. But she couldn't escape the thought, either.
Which leads to now. A very nonchalant Integra lounging on the bed, already stripped of her suit jacket and cravat, smoking one of those putrid cigarillos of hers. Nerves? What nerves?! She'll smoke them away!! Clearly. )
[ it always ends in ... ... ... a fight??? 70 odd years in and out of cryo = 70 year long cold shower? idk, but give me the awk! marvelites preferred, bonus points for steves & nats ]
[Working as a doctor for the Hellsing organization is a stressful job, there's no doubt about that. There's little more doubt that such long hours working on the sorts of injuries that come about from fighting horrifying monsters might drive a physician to drink excessively.
Which may perhaps explain why Dr. Curie finds herself with vague memories of commenting to Lady Integra about how difficult it must be to remain a virgin for so many years. Somehow in the course of running her heavily inebriated mouth, she must have propositioned the woman, as she woke up with a note to meet with her in her bedroom the next evening after sobering up(reasonable, she'd surely not want a drunken slob to make love to her). The problem, of course, is that the doctor feels no less like an unworthy slob under the crushing weight of sobriety.
Which is why she finds herself hesitating in front of Integra's door. Did she even bother to take her surgical mask off the other night when she went drinking? Would Integra even recognize her face? ... She should have worn something other than her lab coat. Her hair's as good as it's ever going to look but she still tries to straighten it down some more - a futile effort but it makes her feel a little better.
RIGHT. No reason to keep wavering like this. She is a doctor, not some wilting lily. She gathers her courage and puffs out her chest, and knocks on the door. And in the moments she spends waiting for a response, she remembers asking the other woman just what constituted "virgin", along with all the intrusive and inappropriate follow-up questions it would entail.
[First time bf and gf decide to fool around, but it devolving into a problem of "too much time spent trying to figure out how to get the bra off," and hurting the mood is a good start, I think.]
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