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Take charge

The Feeling DOMINANT Meme
No matter what your usual preferences are, today, you're feeling dominant. This doesn't mean Dominant with a capital D as in the BDSM sense - unless that's what you're into. It simply means you want to take charge. Maybe you even want to be aggressive and possessive, or you just want to show what you want and when you want it. There could very well be some emotional desires behind this fancy, as well.

This could be a complete change in your normal personality, an extension of what you're naturally like, or a normal but possibly unexplored part of you. It could even mean a spike in sexual interest, libido, or confidence if you're usually not the one to initiate.

So whether you're with an established partner, in an AU setting, or with a one-night stand, let your inner boss shine through and top or top from the bottom. You can control...and that just may be exactly what they want.

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All top levels are now feeling dominant, whatever that means for your character: aggressive, sweet, patient, demanding, strong, caring, uncaring, etc. Seriously, guys. Your character is the dominant one.
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( info in journal. )

(ooc - any preference between modern or star wars verse? grease monkey rey or...idk, space poet alexa?)

(ooc: since I'm not too well-versed in Star Wars, I would prefer modern! )

[Long day of work. Drinks at her favorite bar. Game of billiards against a woman with short hair and a really rocking jacket. You won, let me buy you a drink. And a second, and a third, and -

Well, trying to remember the details through the haze of three vodka tonics stretched the limits of Rey's memories. How things happened weren't important: the sequence of events and decisions; the crappy customers and hurried check-ups and spilled oil; the grit of billiard chalk against her fingertips and the click-clack-roll of cue hitting ball. What mattered was now: stumbling through the threshold of Alexa's flat, guided by hand on her ass.]

Nice place. [Rey stumbles a little, drunker than she thought she'd be. She reaches out instinctively, grabbing hold on Alexa's shoulders to steady herself.] Sorry.

[ Very regular day per Alexa's standard, really. She had checked in at the bar as soon as they opened, spending a full evening at the place, not exactly waiting for anything new to happen, because the news stay the fucking same around here, but always looking for something interesting in the crowd. Something to catch her fancy. She isn't easily excitable, but there are exceptions. Girls make for one such exception. Always.

So, it wasn't a hard route to take, billiards with the interesting one and drinks on her, drink after drink after drink until what remained of her inhibitions sank to the bottom of her glass and she could whisper in Rey's ear: My place, come on. On the worst of days, taking girls home feels like second nature. On the best of them, like today, it feels like perfection.

Her apartment is tiny as hell, it's the most she can afford without relying on her parents, but it's home and she doesn't feel self-conscious about it, not for a second. Kicking the door shut behind her, she catches Rey as the girl stumbles against her, one arm slipping around her waist. She's slight, but doesn't feel frail in the least and Alexa likes that contrast. It reminds her of herself. That's the beauty of fucking girls, it's like seeing yourself in a new light every time, yeah? ]

Don't apologize. [ Her voice sounds level, self-assured, maybe it even borders on an order. It's difficult not getting a little bit demanding when your entire body is burning the fuck up from the inside out. Tightening her grip around the other girl, she pulls her closer until she can press her face in against the side of her neck. ] I like the way you feel against my body.

[She knows all about the life of a young woman trying to get by. Rey’s own apartment is just as small, just as cramped, a studio above the mechanic’s shop where she works. The rent is cheap and the owners don’t mind if she slips downstairs to work when she can’t sleep. Makes up for the smell of oil and metal, at any rate.

So she doesn’t judge the size of Alexa’s apartment, can barely focus on it past the blurry swirl of background colors and shapes. She leans into Alexa’s arms, happy to be close and not have to work so hard about staying upright.] I won’t. [She laughs, a little too late but uncaring. Rey lets her hand slide down Alexa’s arm, squeezing a bit at the bicep, then rests at her hip.] It’s a nice body to be against.

[ Alexa is too busy mouthing her way up Rey's neck to really acknowledge the compliment. She tastes good, like nightclub, like smoke and shadows clinging to her skin. Licking a long trail up to her earlobe, she breathes out harshly against the other girl's ear, both arms now slipping around her waist and locking, holding, gripping. It's easy to align them, to find herself face to face with Rey in the semi-darkness of her narrow, short-lived hallway. She hasn't turned on any lights. The windows are relatively big, they let in plenty of lights in polychrome from outside. Rey's face is bathed in reds and greens and golden hues. Alexa looks at her through narrowed eyes for a long moment. ]

I'm imagining you naked right now, bathed in this exact light.

[ She doesn't say undress or strip or take it the fuck off, she doesn't believe in being forceful with the girls she takes home, there are other venues for that, even if she can tell Rey wouldn't break from it. It's a simple matter of principle. However, neither does she ask nicely, she sticks to the obvious - making an observation, arms tight around the other girl's body and their faces centimetres apart. ]

[Her hand slides up underneath Alexa's jacket, savoring the feeling of warm skin through thin cloth. She's not thinking through things very much - not if she'll be going home after this, or tomorrow morning, or is going to leave a phone number; just reacting and enjoying things as they come. Alexa's tongue against her skin feels incredible, intimate and sexy, and Rey almost instinctively rolls her hips against her.

The little confession (seduction? dirty talk?) makes her pulse sputter, a little tremor in her neck.] Good idea. [She lurches forwards, nearly falling into a kiss, crushing lip against lip and red light (neon beer sign) against green (traffic light). She lets go, grabbing at her own shirt to tug it up and over her shoulders.] Gimme a hand?