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morning after

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( keep in mind that sexual scenarios are the basis of this meme! please enter with caution )
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① BREAKFAST IN BED;
your partner is up and about -- maybe dressed, maybe not -- and in the kitchen. what are they making you? could it be... grilled cheese?

② HIT ME BABY;
they're such a peaceful sleeper. a peaceful, sexy sleeper. actually there's too much of that sleeping happening. why don't you wake the up, world's kindest alarm?

③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED;
you wake up to find they're rummaging about for their clothes, about to leave. why the rush, can't you convince them to stay?

④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER;
and the evening, maybe even the morning after after... hours have passed but you just can't leave each other! or maybe one of you just won't...

⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL;
there's a tiger in the closet, a baby in the bathroom, and a total stranger curled up beside you. who is this person beside you, smelling of tequila and regret? do they know any more about what, or who, went down than you do?

⑥ WET AND WILD;
don't feel too lonely waking up by yourself -- the shower's on and the sound of water falling is mighty inviting. why don't you get cleaned up -- or down and dirty all over again?

⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE;
sleep? what is this sleep thing you speak of? dawn's breaking and neither of you have gotten a wink, or want one. who's ready for round xxx?

⑧ A BITTER PILL;
turns out the reason you scored wasn't your sparkling wit and magnetic confidence. your partner had an ulterior motive -- they already knew it and you're about to. recon? revenge? rebound? tag and find out, if you can handle the truth!

⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE;
that sleepy person in your living room had a great night -- with your roommate. well, might as well get to know each other while you're both there, right? ... right?

⑩ WILD CARD;
roll more than once and combine scenarios, choose your favorite, or make up your own!

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((Because we know what breakfast in bed entails for her...))

Well, it's not morning, but they had been sleeping, and Azwel is warm and peaceful next to her, sunk happily into the bedding, a blissful look on his sleeping face. He's still a little flushed from sex and wine, completely naked under the bedsheets.

He looks so inviting with his head dropped to one side, showing the line of his neck.

[So true/]

Regardless of what time it was, Rip was curled up to her lover's side and slowly waking up to the sound of his heart beats and his breathing. There was just something about listening to him that made her smile as the memories of sex the night before were very fresh in her memory.

With those memories came a very satisfied smile as she let herself gradually wake up more and more. It had to be sometime in the evening for her to be stirring before him. Eventually she pushed her self up enough to gaze down at him with her long hair off to the side.

The way he looked was so blissful and at peace...She smirked a little as one of her hands idly started to run along the scarring on his chest, just idly tracing the raised lines as she admired the curve of his neck. There was little doubt that she was starting to get hungry, especially after last nights activities....

Her hand drifted up to caress the line of his neck, fingertips coming to rest right above his pulse as she contemplated waking him up with a bite.. He did always seem to enjoy the pain she brought...

He always sleeps heavily after sex, so he scarcely reacts to her touch save for a quiet sigh until her fingers move along his neck, eliciting a warm hum in his chest. His eyes flutter for a moment but remain closed.

The vein throbs slowly and calmly under her fingers, his hot blood calling to her with its promise of ecstasy. His lips are still heated, begging to be kissed; his skin pleads to be caressed and tasted. And all the while he lies still, so relaxed and inviting.

The more she gazed at him, the more she wanted him. Rip hummed softly as she watched him as he slept before finally making up her mind. Her hand shifts along his neck, caressing along that heated tempting line before she shifts to lean in to kiss him briefly.

It was gentle, chaste.. and very loving before she pulled back to trail kisses along his jawline, letting his beard tickle her lips and cheeks before trailing down to his neck. Her lips and fangs trail down the line of throbbing veins as she tasted his skin.He still tasted this good even hours afterwards..

Rip paused at the feel of his pulse against her lips. Moments later her fangs were resting against his skin, threatening to press into his flesh so she could taste him in a much more intimate way.

It's when she's kissing him that he starts to awaken, and by the time her lips have moved to his neck his eyes are open, though they're lidded and unfocussed.

His arms curl around her, pulling her close against him, and when he feels her fangs on his neck he gives a low, lustful purr in his throat. Most people wouldn't take too well to being awoken by a vampire's fangs at their neck, but Azwel is not most people. He never has been. He tilts his head back further, breath already growing heated.

Still, he can't help but smile. "Gives new meaning to 'breakfast in bed,' doesn't it?" he murmurs, his hands gently stroking her back and shoulders. "Mmmmh, and you're welcome to it." His eyes fall shut again.

It was a good thing he wasn't like most people. Otherwise, Rip wouldn't be so bold as to have her fangs resting against him in such a intimate place as he woke up. But, the feel of his lustful purr vibrating against her lips told her just how much he adored her bite.

The feel of his arm around her, pressing her own nude body against his sent a shudder down her spine. He was right, this did give a new meaning to breakfast in bed. Though, she was more than eager to reward him for letting her feed off of him once she was done.

As his warm hands ran over her back and shoulders, she closed her eyes before pressing her fangs into his flesh. His heated skin gave way to her sharp fangs and the pain it usually brought with it. Even when she was being gentle, Rip had no way of stopping the pain.

Slowly she began to drink, savoring him and the heady taste of his blood. There really was no other taste quite like his...

Azwel likes the pain, though. It's sweet and sharp and electrifies his nerves every time. He gasps loudly, back arching and head dropping back further. Lets that breath out in a long salacious moan, lust-drenched and throaty. His hands, which had curled until the nails scratched against her skin, now relax and return to wandering over the lithe lines and curves of her body.

He melts under her, into the sensation of his blood flowing into her mouth, her lips and tongue soft against his skin. It's a familiar sensation, but it never ceases to thrill, to draw out those soft, pleasured sounds, to make him shiver, his back tightening and causing his hips to roll slowly against her. His blood still carries that hint of magick. A primal and powerful, magick, faint, as though far away, but ever as intoxicating as a dark wine.

His hand slips into her hair, fingers curling until the nails scratch gently against her scalp.

She can both hear and taste his lust as his blood flows over her tongue as she swallows down the dark primal taste of his blood, reveling in its unique taste that was just completely him. The way it intoxicated her like a dark rich wine was hard to ignore. Nor would she ever want to. Every aspect of him, she adored. To his taste.. to the way he accepted her bite and even the way he made her feel satisfied whenever she got both a taste of his blood and body inside of her..

Rip shuddered as he melted und her, letting the delicious pain and desire roll over him as she drinks down those encouraging sounds. It's not just his blood she's drinking, it's him. She loves the way he moves under her as she feeds, loves the ways he welcomes it and caresses her as she takes what she needs to continue living.

But, she's careful not to take too much from him. Rip didn't want to kill him.. to do that was something she never wanted to do. Not to him.

She felt his hand slip into her hair as her mouth worked against his sink. Her tongue lapped up his blood as she gradually pulled her fangs back as she reached her own imposed limit and started to pull back. Once she did, she was panting slightly, her lips red with his blood as she pushed herself up to gaze down at him. The blankets slipped down her shoulders, leaving her upper half completely nude above him as she smiled slightly just watching him.

"I can taste how much you enjoyed zhat in your blood~."

He reaches out one hand and picks up the small cloth he always presses to his neck afterward. He heals fast, but it never hurts to keep things controlled, after all. A lazy smile crosses his face and he looks up at her, his eyes lidded and warm. His mind floats blissfully, light-headed in that peculiar but wonderful euphoria that only she can leave him in. A little wave of thought pipes up that he's likely addicted, but he can think of much, much worse things to be addicted to than a person.

He reaches up and gently places his hand against the side of her face, that little affectionate gesture he so often gives. "I did," he whispers. "It was different, this time, deeper, somehow. But it still felt so good." The hand then slides round to the back of her head and gives a little tug, pulling her toward him for a kiss.

Already, he's growing heated.

In a way they were addicted to each other and Rip didn't see a problem with that. Of all the other things she could be addicted to or has been addicted to.. He was probably the best thing for her.

Rip leans into his gently, affectionate touch as she closes her eyes for a moment and relaxes with a slight smile as he whispers to her. Was it different than the other times? Yes, it was.

" You alvays feel good to me und your taste.. it iz addicting."

She opened her eyes again and gazed down with lidded sapphire eyes as she let him pull her down into a kiss. He could probably taste his blood on her lips.

She could feel the delightful heat rising from him, warming her easily and riling her up once more.

Azwel can taste his own blood on her lips and, while he doesn't have the same senses to really appreciate the taste that she's got, he loves the way it heats her lips, the way it's shared in her mouth and his with their kiss. It binds them, he feels, on a deeply personal level, and that thrills him.

"Mmmhh, you'll never hear me complaining," he murmurs.

He curls his arms around her again, pulling her close, deepening their kiss, moaning softly, breathily, into the join of their lips--he never could help making those sounds. His hands warm her skin further, as his own skin starts to flush ever so slightly.

Entwining their legs, he rolls to the side until he's on top of her, his lips still hungry for hers, body moving languidly. That euphoric state makes his every movement and touch gentle and achingly slow.

With how addicted the two of them seemed to be to each other, it's no surprise that something like this binds them so intimately. Rip's still not completely sure what this is, only that she's eager to embrace it.. embrace him every way she can.

She melts into the kiss as he pulls her closer and deepens the kiss. His moans were met with a soft one of her own as they kissed, letting him be one of the only ones that could make her feel this warm and relaxed. She didn't even care that he was rolling them as they entwined with each other. Soon Rip found herself under him, their heated kiss going for as long as they could manage...

She felt him move against her and her own body was eager to respond. It didn't matter if they had only gotten a few hours of sleep since the last round. He always had a way of setting her body on fire for him, especially when he moved slow and gentle against her...

Presently his lips pull away from hers and his head dips to press hot kisses to her neck and collarbone, gently sucking at the skin. Then he lifts it again, eyes dark with lust, watching her face as his hands slide onto her breasts, caressing and ever-so-gently squeezing before his thumbs move over the nipples, brushing and then rubbing slowly. Lavishing them with heat.

He shifts slightly against her, then slides his hands down her sides and under her thighs, gently moving them on either side of him.

While his skin is hot and his cock swelling, he's not hard, yet. All the more time to tease. He sinks down onto her and returns his lips to hers, kissing slowly and repeatedly. He can never get enough of her lips, of her skin, of the sounds in her throat and the scent of her hair. And with his mind still swimming in that euphoria, he wants nothing more right now than to kiss those lips still tasting of blood, to taste her tongue.

Every kiss and every gentle attention he gave her neck drew out soft breathy moans as she relaxed beneath him, enjoying the lavish attention to her skin until he pulls back to gaze down at her. Rip was gazing back at him, her eyes equally full of wanton lust for just him.

The feel of his hands on her breasts had her gasping softly, her back arching just enough to press them into his hands as his thumbs brushed over her hard sensitive nipples. Just the way he was slowly lavishing them with attention had her moans rising in volume before he shifted again.

His hands left delightful trails of heat down her cooler skin until she felt them under her thighs, parting her for him as he settled between them. Even though he wasn't hard just yet, Rip knew he would be soon and she was eager for the moment he was able to slip back into her. But, for now, she was happy to indulge in such delightfully sweet kisses.

Each one drawing a soft moan from her as her hands gently moved up his arms, feeling muscle and teasing old scars..Rip wanted to get to know every inch of him intimately and would make it her pleasure to do just that.

Eventually her fingers would be ghosting along his shoulders and up his neck, gently resting against her bite on one side and his pulse on the other. She let her hands rest there for a moment as he kept peppering her with mind melting kisses before they shifted into his hair, threading through his locks until she was gripping them gently.

The taste of his blood wasn't one that was going to be leaving her lips or tongue anytime soon so they may as well enjoy it while they can.

His hips roll against hers and the slick sensation against his skin makes him shiver again. Ah, god, yes... He can feel himself growing hard, now, throbbing thickly with desire. Her hands on either side of his neck, moving up into his hair, cause him to bite gently at her lower lip, pulling it ever so slightly before releasing it and sinking back into another kiss.

One hand slides down her body until it slips between them, and he curves his back, his hand reaching down to guide his cock to her entrance, his stomach muscles quivering. His other hand slides downward as well, and he gently grasps her hips as he rolls his own, slow and deep, pushing inside her.

That soft, slick tightness around him, caressing his shaft, squeezing it, sends waves of pleasure washing through him. He sinks down, hips finding a rhythm, and a ragged moan escapes him, a sound full of lust and want. Every deep, rolling thrust pushes her into the bed and his hands move to slip into her own hair. His lips move to her neck again, heatedly kissing and tenderly sucking at the skin.

Her body was eager for him, almost tense with anticipation as muscles tightened briefly as she felt his hips roll against hers letting him feel just how much she desired him, eager for the moment he slipped back into her.

Once he did, Rip let out a soft low moan of pleasure, her body clenching slightly around him as her body welcomed to part her depths with his length, caressing her with every roll of his hips as he found that delightful rhythm that sparked pleasure within both of them.

It didn't matter to her that he was pressing her down into the mattress. The only thing that did matter was the feel of him moving within her and the way his lips caressed her skin as she kept voicing just how much she enjoyed what he was doing to her with every moan and soft lusty whimper.

Usually he would speed up after several moments of this, caught up in sensation and desire, but tonight--oh, tonight he relishes this languid pace too much, each slow stroke gently massaging his length. Every thrust deep into her grinds their hips, gently pressing his balls against her.

His hair and beard, already hot and sweat-damp, brush softly against her skin as he moves, his lips going to her earlobe, hot and wet around it. His hands caress gently.

Deep affection for her wells up in him, unwinding in his chest until he is awash in tender heat, his eyes closed, his lips loathe to pull away from her skin.

She wasn't going to question why he was staying to languid pace tonight. As much as she loved their usual pace, this.. there was something about the slow strokes into her depths that had her body singing under his touch.

Every time their hips met, the feel of his sweat-damp beard and hair trailing along her skin as his lips teased her earlobe..all of it drew out the sounds of her desire for him as her body rocked in time with his.

There was no doubt that she could sense his affection for her and Rip felt just as much deep affection swelling within her for him, it was impossible to deny that he could make her sing in ways no other could..

Her hands clenched in his hair, fingers tangling in the damp strands for a moment before one of her hands let go and gently slipped down his neck, caressing him until she reached his shoulder. Fingers caressed his skin before she shifted her hand, slipping around to rest it on his back. Her fingers gently dug in, her nails biting against his skin.

Rip knew she had to be careful with her strength but.. she wanted to cling to him, keeping him close as they both enjoyed the bliss overwhelming them.

The way she moves under him and the sounds in her throat draw warm, soft whispers from him between kisses to her neck, "So good-- Ah!-- close, now-- cum with me....

The nails in his skin draw a breathy sound and a shiver, his hips thrusting harder before returning to their gentle rolling. His lips return to hers, kissing softly and deeply again.

A purring hum rumbles in his chest as sensation builds slowly, waves of pleasure growing hotter within him. One hand slides down her body again until it rests between them. His thumb eases into her folds, gently rubbing its way toward her clit, moving in time with his hips.

Her cries jump as he hives her a harder thrust before returning to their gentler pace. Rip wanted to say something in response but, his lips stole the words from her as he descended on her lips, drawing her into another soft, deeply affectionate kiss.

She had no doubt that they'd hit their releases together at this delightful pace. It was only a matter of time as she feels that rumbling purr from his chest vibrate through her, caressing her as much as his touch and his length delving into her did.

It was a delightfully slow build up that Rip was enjoying even as she felt his hand slide down her body. When she felt him between her folds, she shuddered as fingers sought out her clit and began to tease her in time with his motions. It sent jolts of pleasure through her, drawing out louder more wanton whimpers and moans from her as they rocked together.

Each motion brought her closer and closer...

Oh, those sounds...

His breathing hitches and comes faster, now. He has to break the kiss to breathe, head dropping to the corner of her neck. Climax flows into him, hot and bright, stealing his mind, filling him with its liquid pulses. His hips roll harder, deeper, and his spine shivers as he tightens. His free hand clutches the bedsheets as, with another deep thrust and a breathless, orgasmic cry, he releases, filling her even deeper, losing himself completely into instinctive motion.

He kisses her neck again as he rides it out, slowing even more, and it takes longer to come back to his senses, to realise he's moaning softly with every breath.

The moment she felt his climax hit, filling her, she was crying out as her own consumed her. His deep thrust was met with the caress of her inner walls as they clenched and spasm around his length as he presses deep into her. Every part of her body feels like it's on fire as she just clings to him.

The hand in his hair clenches as she holds on to him while the hand on his back dig in, her nails biting hard into his skin and bringing forth little crescents of blood from where she was digging in a little too hard...

They both ride out their release with instinctive motions, keeping them together as long as they could manage and Rip looses herself in the orgasmic bliss. It robs her of her senses as she cries out her pleasure with every breath she manages to take.

It may be awhile before she completely recovers from this...

Azwel's back arches again at those little bolts of delicious pain, pulling a low, growling purr from him.

And when he regains his senses and catches his breath at last, he props himself on his arms and kisses her slowly and gently--affection living there, now, in place of the heat from before.

He eventually pulls himself out of her, rolling to the side and curling an arm around her. His hand slips into her hair, winding it gently around his finger. Usually a verbose sort, he finds words don't say as much as touch does in moments like these. His eyes fall shut contentedly.

Words are very difficult when touch and actions speak much, much louder. Rip lets out a soft breathy moan as he pulls her into another kiss, letting her get lost within the affection he was giving her and loving it just as much as the heat from before.

Once he slipped out of her and settled off to the side, she shifted to curl up against his side, head resting on his shoulder as she got her breathing under control once more. Her eyes were closed, just basking in the sensation of just.. him. Every fiber of her being felt satisfied and content...

Rip really didn't think there was any other feeling like it in the entire world and he was the one responsible for giving it to her.

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Rip van Winkle | Hellsing | OTA

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