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So happy together

the ENTHUSIASTIC CONSENT meme

Aphrodisiacs, dubious situations, no-win scenarios, and contrivances are often the order of the day in DWRP's smut. It's understandable; after all, you need a little help getting strange bedfellows in, er, bed.

But let's go for a change in pace today. Let's skip all that and just suspend a little disbelief to have everyone fully consenting and less jaded. More than consenting, actually. This meme is about enthusiastic consent. Your character really, really, really wants to be with this person. No matter if your character is the perkiest moeblob or the most grouchy of action protagonists or the most conniving of baddies, they are super into their thread mate and equally into the act of sex.

Maybe they're even excited...but let's not push things, right?

So, that's it. That's the meme! Simple, huh? Nothing dubious, no tricks or twists.

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[ Catch this guy at the right moment and he can be a big old sap. ]

[Oh man. This is actually one of the tenants of his particular brand of Dibella-worship, so hop on folks. Open your hearts to the noble secrets of love etc etc /grabby hands]

[Aveline is an assassin but I can AU her into being a rogue of some kind - I'm canonblind to Skyrim so whatever would work best.]

[ooc: Sorry for the delay; ended up without a computer for a while there. If you're still up for it, she could be a member of the Thieves' Guild? Or there's hired/quest-related followers, she could be/have started off as one of those?]

[ooc: Hired help works well. She very much has her own aspirations. I imagine even with a universe swap, she's still 100% about protecting the innocent and making sure the corrupt get theirs - even through underhanded means. I peeked at your profile and it seems like they're pretty compatible that way. He's probably going to have to initiate sexyfun tho.]

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[ooc: They definitely are, and he'll have no problems initiating. Did you want to write a starter, or should I?]

[Aveline cursed her feet, cursed her traitorous mind but most of all cursed the need that burned through her.

Her relationship with the Dragonborn had grown from it's staunchly professional beginnings to the kind of friendship forged in a bad fight or two. At the very least she could trust Vanyel with getting her through a fight alive, but sometime her feelings had shifted and she found that she could trust the scoundrel.

Not that she wasn't one herself, but he'd been warm and roguish in ways that drew a smile to her lips frequently. And warm he was...

His affection grew like fire, when it was given reason to and she found herself wishing her touch was his during cold, lonely nights. More than once, damn him. Which was insane because she was decently sure if she bat her eyes the right way, she would learn for certain how his preferences lied.

They were adults. They were friends. Surely, honesty was best.

Yes, after a mead or three, honesty was best.]

Greyjoy? [The knock on his door had been louder than intended, whether it was nerves or liquor, she couldn't say.] Are you awake?

[Maybe another night, she thought, taking a step back and sighing. ...please be in there.]

[He does, in the absence of a compelling reason not to, tend to call people 'friend' fairly easily. And, being the tactile sort that he is, that status comes with all manner of casual touches - a clasp of the hands, a casual clap on the shoulder or back, a general disregard for personal space that leads to all sorts of other incidental touches.

And then there's the half-joking flirtation that everyone in his vicinity is subject to, at some point or other. Between the two, the lines between friendship and more inevitably end up... blurring. But in the absence of any clear indication of interest, flirting is all he does.

Tonight hadn't been any different, in that regard. Until that knock comes at his door - and he's still very much awake to hear it, having stayed up to study an odd potion found in the supposedly haunted barrow they'd finished exploring earlier that day. He sets it aside, though, in favor of padding over and opening the door.]

Aveline. [He greets, stepping aside to let her into the room.] Septim for your thoughts? [His tone is light, expression curious with a faint edge of concern.]

[The door opens and Aveline doesn't trust her tongue. Delight and nervousness flood her in waves and she can't help but smile at him, a little shyly. She walks in, eyes flicking about.

She can do this. It's fine.]

I need to speak with you. [That doesn't sound foreboding at all.] No, I mean I wanted to speak with you.

[Aveline forces herself to breathe; he's her friend. It isn't as if he's going to mock her if their interests failed to align - at least anything that isn't good-natured. So why is this so...difficult?

If she had to guess, it would have to do with him. She can't help the way her eyes rake over him, hungry as she tries to collect her thoughts. They know the effect he has on people when he desires to, she's teased him about it and exploited it on occasion. But now all she can think of is to have that darkly playful smile turned onto her, the press of his lips, the feeling of him along her body.]

Vanyel, I...[She licks her lips, once - not realizing the way her gaze burns.]

I came to see you.

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[He smiles back, relaxing since this doesn't appear to be an emergency.

The words themselves don't tell him much. But the way she trips over them, the hunger in her gaze she looks at him now... they say more than enough. He's plenty aware of his own looks, the effect he has on people. But she's not easily read, so he hadn't realized he had the same effect on her.

Until now, that is.

He grins that familiar rogueish grin, lets the door drift shut as he steps toward her. Gets just within arm's reach so that he can lay a hand oh-so-casually on her hip as he replies:] So I see. About anything in particular?

[As if he hasn't guessed.]

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[As he approaches, she can’t help but feel her bravery begin to leave. It’s now apparent, for as unreadable as she’s been - her lust makes her absolutely transparent. Aveline is not particularly good or practiced using her wiles for people that don’t matter and Vanyel’s opinion of her matters. She wonders faintly, if he’s wanted her too and find her tongue stilled at the thought - him breathless as he stroked himself slowly and whispering her name to himself.

His hand settles on her hip and she feels her cheeks flush as she remembers, she did in fact make it to his room. Embarrassment is enough to pull her from the fantasy playing in her mind.]

Of course you can’t make this easy on me.

[It’s not quite grousing, as she leans in and stands on her toes to kiss him. It’s clumsy and reckless; she’s given him better kisses under pretense, play-acting as lovers to keep guards from getting too close when they conspired. Just as suddenly, she stops and immediately tensing. Did she just...oh, no.]

I swear I meant to ask, I just...

[She hasn’t opened her eyes yet, kicking herself for rushing this. He didn’t even say if he was actually interested, did he? And here she was assuming, that what she wanted was what he wanted. Or maybe he did?

Aveline huffed, leaning to rest her forehead on his shoulder.]

Excuse me, I seem to have thought I would be better at this.

[His grin widens as her cheeks flush. It's pretty clear where her mind is going now, and he's certainly not opposed - far from it, in fact. He's had more than a few idle thoughts that started along these lines, actually...]

Where would the fun be in that? [He manages to ask before her lips meet his, the clumsiness of the kiss charming in its own way. But she's already pulling back before he's had the chance to do more than lean into the kiss.

His other hand comes up to rest on the curve of her neck.] It's quite alright. [Gently, he guides her head back up so he can return that kiss.]

[This is real. This is real and she finds it slows her, makes her far less brave than she wants to be. His touch on her neck draws a faint smile and she tilts her head obediently at his guidance. Her touch settles on him cautiously - a hand on his chest and one on his hip - like he might disappear if she touches him too hard. It’s nice to know he wants this too and his desire allows her to give into her own.

Funnily enough, for all of her usual directness, Aveline takes to being kissed far more easily. His lead is easy to follow and she finds herself almost drowning in him, leaning to feel him close.]

Vanyel, I ...[She breaks the kiss, giving a quiet sigh before trying to speak again.] I mean, it’s been some time, I—

[She’s acutely aware that she’s talking too much and she quiets for a moment. Does she look as childish as she feels? Surely her lack of similar experience is palpable, not a virgin - but for as long as it’s been, she might as well be. Heavens know she’s about as clumsy as one.]

Please...

[The touches, tentative though they are, draw a pleased hum from him. The hand on her hip slides around to settle on the small of her back, guiding her just the littlest bit closer as he deepens the kiss. Taking the lead, since one of them has to and she seems just a tad... overwhelmed.

When she draws back, he lets her, taking the opportunity to catch his own breath.]

It's alright. [He breathes, dipping down for another brief kiss.] Just follow my lead.

[His mouth covers hers for another proper kiss, the hand on her neck drifting upward to cup her cheek. Her lack of experience is showing, but it's not something he minds. Far from it, actually.]

[She relaxes a little more when his hand smooths across her lower back, drawing her closer to him. Her own touch mimics his, the hand on his chest moving to thread into his hair and sighing into the deeper kiss.

Her mind is used to analyzing contributing factors in any situation and, unfortunately, this is no different.The experience she has with lust has always been drunken and fleeting, easily abandoned the next morning and about as satisfying as scratching an particularly intense itch. It’s not usually a big deal, no matter how good it feels. ]

Okay. [The reassurance is nice and so is the kiss, even it does little to ease the heat in her skin.] You how much I like to be in charge.

[He kisses her again and Aveline can’t help but envy his ease in managing...all of this. Sex changes things and she can’t quite purge the fear that this was not the right choice. Complicated is often bad for business and she’s known more than her fair share of situations gone awry because of lack of self control.

It feels right and she’s just a little embarrassed that she’s been ready to feel him since the door shut. Frankly, she’s used to being half-dressed and part way to a clumsy finish by now and the slower pace is winding her up fiercely.

She breaks the kiss, teasing him with a nip to his bottom lip.]

You can be a little rougher with me, Van.

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