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Shipping Picture Prompts Meme

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[ He makes some wild sound in his throat when she says "pure and true love" like it's something to laugh at, even though it's not. There's always a time for everything and confessing all those things that make him feel ugly doesn't belong in a moment like this, smoothing it over with a gentle shake of his head before tilting into the soft kiss she steals. That's getting easier too, and he's pleased with the way it doesn't feel complicated or like there's a bunch of expectations to try to meet. It's too early to tell exactly what's going to come of it – if anything at all – and he lets his arms slide around her, fingers smoothing down her back. ]

Yeah, me too. [ Understatement, honestly, but another quiet sound follows, clearly pleased with the attention she's giving him. She'd said she liked his mouth, but hers is so, so nice. ] Wonder what else we could do while we're out here...

[ It's not a line. Probably. He doesn't necessarily think like that, though it's difficult not to when there's a beautiful girl pressed up against him, and slowly, he shifts to pursue his own desires for a moment, nudging her lightly with his nose so he can slide his mouth against hers. The kiss is short, sweet, but he finds a different path to take, kissing up to her ear and nuzzling into the softness of her hair. There's a lot he suddenly wants to say, but it's stuck in his throat, refusing to leave him. So, all he can do is cover it with those kisses and the way his hands wander along her sides. ]

[ they make a pretty picture, ivy thinks, pale and freckled against tawny skin, darker colors against her floral red, blond hair against brown, tangled up together amongst all the greenery. she'll remember that for later when she's curled up with a sketchbook. she rests her outer leg over his hip, her dress hiked up about scandalously though she doesn't care about shame in a moment like this.

it's good, seeing him go after what he wants, this time in the form of kissing and touching her gently. ]

Never took you to be much of an exhibitionist, Prompto, [ ivy sings with a giggle, her body arching and opening up to him. it's easy to give into her base urges while pressed to him so tightly. there is a lot they can do, but she just wants to make sure he's actually on board with her. ]

I think we should test that though...

[ He's so on board with this. Mostly. There's always that slightly paranoid feeling that someone is going to find them intertwined like this, and then, he'd never be able to show his face anywhere ever again. But so far, the only thing he can hear is the rustle of the leaves in the trees and the quiet chirp of birds in the background—honestly the most picturesque moment of his life. Of course, Ivy makes it a thousand times better, and that familiar blush starts to work its way across his face even as his hands fall around to rest atop her thighs. ]

Wellll. I'm not really. It just seems like a waste when that sort of thing is supposed to be private. Like, y'know, real intimate kinda... stuff... Um.

[ Is he ever going to get used to how bold she is? Probably not, but it's fine because he's pretty confident in the things he wants now. So, he bites his lip and looks up at her, fingers inching their way beneath the material of her dress to feel along warm, smooth skin. His thumb strokes over a hipbone, shifting slightly to get a little more comfortable. ] We should probably hurry. [ But he's taking his time, both hands sliding along her sides and not at all bothered by the fact that this is very much happening out in the open. ]

No, we don't have to if you're not cool with it. [ she insists but he's already letting his hands wander and she doesn't want to protest that, not when it feels good and she hopes it makes him feel good. goodness knows she's been in the reverse situation and convinced herself to go with the flow if only for the sake of staying cool and in someone's good graces.

with one glance stolen at the area around them – the birds, the trees, the distant sound of a cricket – she thinks it's a bit exciting, pushing the envelope. but that's always how ivy has been, an instigator in her own right. maybe she sounds like a broken record at this point, wanting to reassure him, removing any possible worry herself, only she doesn't want to lose this so quickly. ]

If – if you're sure. We can always go back to kissing, [ she eventually whispers, brushing the tip of her nose against the bridge of his, one hand resting on his side, nails gently scratching at his back. ] Or move somewhere.

I'm cool with it. I'm so cool with it.

[ Though it's mostly mumbled under his breath, tilting his head just enough so his lips graze her chin while she's this close. She could pull away at any second, and it's not like he'd have a problem with that. If it's what she wanted to do. And it's less about being pushed, clearly enjoying the way she feels and just the little bit of what they'd been doing. He's determined to be proactive about this, which is why his hands don't stop and eventually come to palm her breasts. It's a slow adjustment given his position, but he gives them a gentle squeeze before one of them moves elsewhere while the other slips under the cup of her bra to really feel her. ]

I'm also real cool with kissing too. [ He grins, hoping she gets some amusement out of it. Either way, he's content with this, forcing his thoughts to solely focus on her and not the fact they're messing around outside. Prompto uses his unoccupied hand to push himself up just a bit, kissing at her jaw and along the curve of her neck to her shoulder. Good thing she's wearing a dress; it's makes all of this a little easier. And if she wanted to move, he would, but he's perfectly good with making this work right here. ]

Oh, are you?

[ that definitely earns him another laugh, a good-natured one. they have a couple of options out here and ivy suspects that using mostly their hands will be their best bet but that doesn't stop her from gently canting her hips against his, wanting to stir up more friction between two willing bodies. his hands wander all the way up her dress and by the time he reaches her chest, she's gently moving once more.

he kisses her jaw and neck and while she wants to return each kiss with several of her own, she is so content to lift her chin to give him more space, paying attention to some sensitive parts of her body. from the back of her throat, she makes a soft noise in approval, her own hands sneaking up his shirt if only to tease him with the way she runs her fingernails over his torso. as exposed as she now is, it still feels as if she is still wearing too many layers, warmth spreading across her skin, from her neck to her navel. ]

That feels good.

Mhm. Super cool.

[ But talking is getting to feel a little too much like a chore, holding his breath when she makes that sound and eager to hear more of it. For some reason, it's just really hot to hear it. To be the one causing her to make it. There's a soft hum in response, though he tries not to laugh when her nails lightly scratch over his skin, and he wiggles, lifting his hips to accommodate the way she rocks against him. It's good. It's all so good, and he's really starting to forget where they are.

His thumb brushes against a nipple, teasing it until it's hard, and when he's done with that, Prompto pushes up a bit more so he can tip his head and nuzzle her chest through the fabric of her dress. Even just using their hands is going to be good, though he briefly considers rolling them over so he could use his mouth instead. That's a thought he'll save for a few minutes down the line, breathing heavier as he holds her closer. ] You feel good... [ It's mumbled just seconds before he kisses her, quickly moving right past shy and genuinely excited to keep going. ]

[ for a few moments, all that anyone can hear beyond the sounds of nature are the sounds of them breathing and sighing. ivy doesn't want to draw too much attention to them but she still wants him to know the kind of effect he has on her. her nipple pebbles under his thumb and she bites her lip against another sound, another moan. she considers rolling them over so she can rock her hips into his lap to see how hard he becomes between her legs and how far she can get with him beneath her.

they kiss and she gives herself over to him, licking into his mouth, her tongue slick against his. she has to remember to breathe, even if it comes out harshly. prompto lowers himself and, having drawn his shirt up halfway, she removes one hand to comb through messy blond hair, gripping it loosely. her hands itch to touch him, really touch him, but she wills herself to be patient, waiting for his next move.

she can't deny that he's quickly dialed her up along with the thrill of just being out here in public. it's evident in the way her body moves and her hands roam and the way he'll find her lace panties when he eventually gets there. ]

[ Everything seems to fall into place so neatly, nicely even. His brain isn't doing that thing where he overthinks how this could go wrong or that she's not really into him the same way as he's into her – whatever other way that is, he honestly couldn't tell anyone if they asked – and it's good to have that freedom. Ivy holds back a sound, but he doesn't, pressing it into the way they kiss and lightly sucking her tongue as if to swallow it up again. There's a visible flush on his face too, down the back of his neck, but he doesn't want to stop. It wouldn't feel the greatest if he did, though he's thinking more about her than he is about himself.

So, it's even simpler touching her. For a second, he goes back to her nipple, lightly pinching at it as they kiss, and when he's given the other the same attention, he lightly skims his fingers down her belly. Thinking about getting his hand between her legs causes his breath to hitch, forehead pressed against her jaw as he tries to move to get the room to do it. He falls short and settles with rubbing her through her panties, very aware of that wetness and how much it serves to turn him on even more, and it's achingly slow, short strokes of his thumb as he presses in and draws back to repeat it all over again.

Maybe it wouldn't feel the same, being inside her, but there's just something extremely hot about seeing her like this out in the open that's nearly just as good. It's why he leans into the fingers in his hair, kissing at her throat as he moves his hand, and when he finally finds the room, he pushes under that damp fabric to lightly finger her, unable to keep quiet. ]

Prom – [ ivy has done her fair share of fooling around in places where she shouldn't, but this is new to her, this openness without any cover to protect them from prying eyes. he has always been attractive to her, but there is something inherently sexy about everything he's doing to her and she finally moans his name.

her body rocks into his hand and she grips his hair a little tighter, her other hand pressed flat against his back though her nails threaten to dig into his skin. torso muscles clench and her legs tighten around his hips. his fingers must be slick with her by now and she groans at the thought, lips still parted and red from both her lipstick and all their kissing. ]

Fuck.

[ he's got the right idea, but she has a thing or two to show him if he really wants to get her off. her hand leaves his back to gently touch his wrist, guiding him enough so that he knows to press a little harder, circling her steadily. ] Like that, [ comes a husky whisper. ]

Please, Prom, that feels so ...

[ He's rushing head-first into something that feels really dangerous. All of those warning bells are ringing in his head, but it has to be because of where they are, of how they are. If anyone found them— he doesn't know what he'd do. Be embarrassed, probably. But more than that, he doesn't want anyone else to see Ivy the way he does right now, the heat of her skin and the way her body shivers. How she says his name... And he bites into his lip so hard that it almost hurts, groaning out a low sound when she pulls his hair again. It's not a thing he could ever get into, but right now, it feels right.

Just like her.

That slick wetness over his fingers is doing something to him too, trying to keep his composure but also wanting to look down between them. He hasn't really gotten to anything good yet, not when he's just teasing her, but he takes the instruction with grace, sucking in a ragged breath as he slides a finger inside her. Then another, following that same rhythm where he presses harder, deeper. He lets his thumb slide along her clit, bracing his knees so that he doesn't lose his pacing and screw this up. In a not good way, that is. ]

I know, I know. Ivy – [ His voice is barely there. ] You're so... amazing. And hot. So hot. [ Not quite the most romantic thing to say, but he hides it by kissing her, nipping gently at her lip as he continues pressing his fingers inside her. ]

[ they're still young yet, with ivy just a little bit younger than he is, and are allowed to make mistakes. and... this had not been planned but she doesn't mind throwing herself headfirst into something dangerous if it means that he's going to be right there with her. maybe that's sappy. maybe it's just her odd way of being romantic.

satisfied with his following of her instructions, ivy slides her hand up his arm, curved around his bicep for a moment before gripping his shoulder next. she throws her head back when he makes entrance, her bare toes curling as she pushes a heel against the blanket beneath them both.

she remembers to kiss him back, full of that fire that has begun to flicker for him. her body trembles slightly beneath his. he's learning quickly all those little things that make her come and she wants to memorize everything that does the same for him, wanting to hear him make those noises she loves to drink in. ]

There, yes.

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