Gay Chicken Meme

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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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[whatyoulike]

[Her fingers simply rest there. Of course, she didn't expect her touch to have anything near the same effect. On another man, certainly. But then, she'd hardly be touching another man outside the confines of business.

Still staring him right in the eye.]

Your move, again.

[obviously]

[his fingers shift until his hand is around her wrist, gently holding it as he leans in a bit more, this time to speak into her ear, almost feeling her hair against his face] This hasn't gotten any easier for you, has it? Your pulse is quickening by the beat. Soon your cheeks will flush, your chest will rise with every intake of breath, and you'll be at an obvious disadvantage. Why don't we stop here, before you make a fool out of yourself?

[whatyoulike]

You're sadly mistaken if you think you can make me feel foolish.

[After all, the point isn't to see who can react the least. She knows a good bit of her arousal is simply from the mental stimulation and, even if it wasn't, she would feel no shame. This is a woman who feels fully armored in the nude — utterly at ease in her own body.

The fingers pressed under his jaw slide back until they're curled in his hair.]

If you want to end this, forfeit.

[obviously]

I have no intention of forfeiting to you. [you have outsmarted him before, woman, but not again!! his face is aligning with hers, coming ever closer, seeing how far he can push this. it's a little pointless, as basically she is the one messing with him, possibly trying to see if she can get a kiss out of him. she must be just waiting for it...] But I enjoy seeing how easy it is for me to have this effect on you.

[whatyoulike]

Do you? You're fumbling in the dark, Mr. Holmes. Out of your depth.

[The grip in his hair tightens. She could yank his head back or pull him in for a kiss. She does neither. It's a gesture meant simply to say You think you're in control here? Wrong.]

[obviously]

[he's not going to do this. but how to get out of it without losing to her? how to make this seem like another move from the great sherlock holmes? the hand in his hair makes his eyes narrow, and he brings his free hand to her waist.] This is a game you play often, isn't it. Toying with people by touches and looks. [pauses] Sometimes more violent. [fortunately for him, none of this affects him like it could a regular joe. unfortunately for him, adler is still incredibly smart and well versed in these things whereas he knows practically nothing of them, not first hand, anyways.]

[whatyoulike]

[That touch gives her an excuse to shift even closer, bringing their bodies firmly into contact. He probably doesn't need the hand circling her wrist to feel her heartbeat now. And still that telling gap between their lips — a divide neither is yet willing to cross. Though for her part it is not apprehension or aversion that holds her back. It's simply more effective to let the threat of it hang over him. That she could choose to do so at any time. And, certainly, if she can manipulate him into initiating the kiss himself, that will be a victory in its own right.]

Of course it is. You know that.

[Normally her goal is to excite rather than unsettle, but the end result will be the same.]

[obviously]

[he is unsettled, because he can't think of a way to get out of this without making a fool of himself, or severely hurting his pride. which there is a lot of. he's not sure he's ever stood this close to a woman before, but fortunately miss adler is dressed at the moment.]

No matter how this unfolds, I will be the one losing. [he says softly, their faces still a very few inches away] If I kiss you, you win. If I don't, you also win.

ack, sorry for late, was at a con!

[whatyoulike]

[The slightest hint of a smile as he realizes how she's trapped him. Can't back down now, Sherlock. Using that full body contact, she nudges him with her hips.]

Yes. And now the hard part.

Which is the more acceptable loss?