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Gay Chicken Meme

Gay Chicken Meme

R U L E S:
1. Tag in your character + fandom in the subject line.
2. Tag around! But remember, you can only tag back with a character of the same sex.
3. Congratulations! You are now playing Gay Chicken where you basically escalate sexual tension between the two of you. Flirt, touch, try to go in for a kiss, go nuts! Anything to make the other player back down.
4. The first person who makes the other back out is the winner of Gay Chicken.
5. Enjoy!

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[That rankles her a little. Since the start of the game she's been in professional mode, but she would never allow a client to touch her in such an authoritative manner. In fact, if this were a session, she would take his insolence out on his behind with her crop.

Her tone is clipped,]

Fine.

[Since she can't actually punish him, she decides to try and end things by simultaneously going for a kiss and moving the hand on his ass lower to slide it between his thighs. Kissing clients (or men in general) is hardly part of her usual repertoire either, but she can deal with it if it puts him in his place.]

[So she was used to getting her own way, so Daniel figures he has to go against it. Actually he's feeling kind of stupid trying this himself]

Great. We're settled then. [a bit patronizingly, he's laying it on thick] I knew you'd come around.

[Daniel's a lot more used to kissing in general, so this part isn't so bad.... Although his eyes flick down as her hands starts to slide lower, worried. Wasn't there a no-junk touching rule to this game or was that with another guy? Daniel takes his free hand and traps her wrist, not removing her hand but keeping it there, grip steady so she can't set her own pace]

[His continued attempts at dominance annoy her, making her more determined. There are boundaries and there are boundaries. She makes the kiss as forceful as possible, as much teeth as it is tongue. The hand on his chest moves to the back of his neck to grip tightly, nails digging in.

The no-junk-touching rule says nothing about stroking, scratching, squeezing, or kneading the inner thigh. Which was her plan all along and, although it is made more difficult by having her hand held in place, her fingers still have enough freedom to make things uncomfortable.]

[Maybe pissing her off and then having her in close quarters on a number of levels wasn't such a good idea, because he's suddenly not in control of the kiss at all. Or much else. Her teeth and tongue are everywhere, and she's alternating between having a field day, and it kind of hurts too, at his inner thigh]

[Daniel makes a muffled sound into her mouth and starts to squirm, wriggle and anything else out of her grasp]

[She backs off instantly, letting him go with a smirk.]

Thirty minutes, was it?

[Daniel touches his mouth to check if he's bleeding or not, glaring at her. That was beyond playing dirty.]

Supervised.

[he might be a poor loser]

[No, that is called playing with a dominatrix. She holds her hands up mockingly.]

Oh, of course.

[Why does it feel like she's not taking it seriously]

I mean it. The MPs too, not just me.

[seeing as Irene never specified between two options, Daniel's going to dig his feet in. Pettily.]