Inappropriate Tension

[groupon]

The Highly Inappropriate Sexual Tension Meme

Touches. Glances. Sides brushing, so close to each other. The moment is, most likely, quite, subdued, and calm. Or it could be loud and full of life, right in the middle of a vivacious party. Yet, no matter the case, your blood is pumping - no, nearly boiling with the passion bubbling between you and your companion. Unfortunately, this sexual tension is completely and absolutely out of line. Whether it be the place, the time, your relationship with the person (be that literal relation or power difference, age difference, experience difference, and so on), your own lack of knowledge, or personal convictions, you should not act on any building desires. But here's the thing about tension: it builds. It builds, and it builds, until... Well, even subtlety can come to an inappropriate head. HOW TO PLAY This meme isn't for smut, though smut is allowed. What it is for is the delicious, anticipatory build up and the dances people can do to deny attraction. Foreplay, especially creative foreplay, is encouraged. Comment with your character, canon, and preferences in the subject. In the comment body, be sure to mention if there are any squicks you have, scenarios you don't/do want to play out, and if you're okay with AUs or handwaved CR. Reply to others.

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Yosuke Hanamura | Persona 4

[nohomomura]

[OTA]

Ignis Scientia | FFXV | M/M

[fairygodspecs]

[Cast mates and cross canon welcome.]

Steve Rogers | MCU | m/m

[backalleywar]

Lara Jean | To all the Boys I've loved Before | m/f

[backpocket]

Samantha Grey | OC

[samantha_grey]

(OTA)

For Evangeline

[samantha_grey]

Samantha was stretching, working to get the kinks out of her system while she waited for her partner to make an appearance. A sparring, training session, under the watchful eye of teammates. Just another day of training. Admittedly, was it ever completely normal with Evangeline? The woman did absolutely love teasing didn't she?

A grunt as she hit the apex of the stretch and glanced over her shoulder. "Don't keep me waiting in here too long."

[trivialization]

"I recall," Came the dry, slightly smug reply, "That last time I took the initiative you had nothing but complaints."

Probably because Eva had put a towel over her head and kicked her legs out from under her from behind while Sam was prepping. Ambush was a constant in combat, she'd said. A scenario well worth practicing for anyone who put up the pretense that their regimen was intended to benefit them in real combat.

The team hadn't thought much of how she'd gone about it, though. So now she was forced to wait. Not that she entirely minded watching Sam stretch. Too perpetually in denial to call a spade a spade where her own feelings were concerned, she would only admit that there was a... certain aesthetic there that warmed her to the prospect of combat.

The mage wore her usual, eternally nonchalant expression as she climbed into the ring, but the eagerness had crept a little further, a little faster into her smile than it usually did when she got the chance to use her hands. "I'll take that to mean you're ready."

[samantha_grey]

Samantha had probably been the most forgiving of the team about that whole fiasco. Admittedly, there'd been quite a few sharp words at that point, but she'd been forgiving enough. As she stretched, one very casual glance of her eyes caught the look she was getting and the half-breed might have twisted very slightly and prolonged her stretch a little longer than strictly necessary.

Did she like using that sort of thing? Not usually, but she also knew that getting a leg up on what was a better magus than her wasn't easy, and if there were things someone didn't admit to themselves, they were almost always a thing that could be played with a little.

Her hands slipped down and she took a few steps, tail swishing behind her. She wasn't looking directly at Evangeline, but she was paying attention to her every move. She might not have been as powerful with magic but she had her own set of tricks. "Are you?" she said, hand resting at the haft of a tonfa and a little smile playing on her lips.

[trivialization]

True enough, there was no vulnerability as dangerous as the one you didn't know you had. Though Eva would have scoffed if she'd known Sam was thinking that way. Not just because she declined to name her feelings, but because she considered these sessions a game where she provided the level of resistance she thought appropriate. Not just a strong magus, but the master of the ring, incomparable to her fledgling opponents.

Her eyes were following the tip of that tail, though, instead of resting neutral as they usually did. She found the undaunted expressiveness of it an... amusing counterpoint to Sam's more cynical and reserved personality. Like another mind altogether.

"Always. The ring is for your benefit." Two steps forward, a full rotation into a back kick. A blow with immense reach on her lengthy legs. Easy to see coming, but... she was very fast, and unerring in adjusting to a defense or counter that came too early, even with a full body blow like this.

Also the sort of thing that could knock you out cold in the first second of the exchange. Chastening a playful student this way could be considered her own brand of playfulness...

[samantha_grey]

Samantha's body was rarely very expressive. Her tail could be argued to be the most 'real' when it came to showing her instincts at times, being as she had so little control over it unless she was proactively doing something with it. It flicked along like a cat's tail, animated when she was interested and languid when bored. All the while, she was stiff, gruff, cynical and almost formal at all times. A dichotomy of sorts, at least until she was in the middle of a fight.

"Is it now?" Samantha's body moved at seemingly the last second, twisting while one arm pulled the tonfa into place, positioned like a guard along her forearm. It was barely grazed by the leg though, the demon slipping just barely out of range of the attack in the process, her other tonfa out. It wasn't cockiness. Keeping pace with Evangeline was an exercise in vigilance, and appearing like one wasn't.

She stepped forward, one tonfa lashing out to try and set the woman off balance while she kept the other in a defensive posture. Always she kept them as an offensive defensive posture, one where she was looking for an opening, somewhere to lance in full force. And, as she moved, her body as far more fluid than before, her eyes focused on every motion the other woman made, almost a little bit hungry.