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The Intimacy Meme

The Intimacy Meme

(Shamelessly taken from... all the rest and modified!)

Intimacy is the glue of any relationship, albeit romantic or friendship. It's getting to the root of humanity, and expanding upon ourselves and letting others in.

Rules:
1. Post with your character.
2. Go to rng and roll from 1-6.
3. Post to others.
4. Profit

Scenes:
1. First Kiss. Maybe you've been harboring feelings or maybe this is random. But it feels good to be that close to someone.

2. Love Confession. You have been head over heels for this person and now it's time to try and get close to them.

3. Secrets. You've been hiding yourself from someone and now it's time to stop. They need to know the real you.

4. First Time. First time you have sex is always nerve racking, but it's in these moments that you show how much you truly care about someone.

5. Shower. Perhaps you've been together for awhile. Maybe you've told each other everything. Maybe you're just dirty and need to get cleaned up. But letting the water flow between two people is still pretty intimate.

6. Post-Coital Bed. Do you feel talkative after sex? Want to ponder the meaning of life / if you guys are more than a one-night stand? Better to do it after the deed probably.. at least your partner will be in a good mood?

7. Road Trip. Good for that bonding experiance you never had! Bad diner food and weird landmarks you never knew you wanted to see! Will it bring you closer to your friend / lover?

8. Drunk. Are you the happy or sad kind? Clingy, or flighty? Maybe you just need a hug, to snuggle close.. to whoever's around at the time!

9. Winter. What could be a better time to curl up with a book, or exchange soft words in the glow of the fire? Hot chocolate time!

10. Free verse. Did I leave something out? Want to combine? Make up your own or pick from the others.

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[More often than not, Emma is not the type to linger after having sex. She'll find her clothes and throw them on while offering one excuse or another (usually something about having an early day), or make her escape in the middle of the night when it's too late to be noticed. In her mind it's always a perfectly acceptable exit, always to keep things from getting uncomfortable later on; to save both of them the trouble of having to engage in conversation, or cuddling - or worse, waking up together.

She's not sure if it's the season getting to her or the man laying beside her, but this time Emma doesn't feel like making her exit after she finally catches her breath. Part of her wonders what he'll say if she doesn't head for the door soon, because that same part of her is hoping he might like the company. Maybe she's pushing her luck, but she crawls under the covers instead of staying on top of them, stretching out between the sheets and accidentally brushing her bare leg over his.

Cuddling and talking still aren't on Emma's list of favorites, so she stays on to her side, and she stays silent, resting her head on a pillow that has her breathing in the scent of him as soon as she makes contact with it.

In short, she's in a weird mood tonight.]

[August had been expecting Emma to make a run for it. He'd seen her do it before (though the extent of his past stalking experience would be best to keep to himself), and he knows her type. He was her type, the ones too scared of being a disappointment or being disappointed to stick around for very long, the ones always moving, the emotional and physical drifters. The difference between them, though, was that while she was drifting aimlessly, he was always tethered--to her.

Now, laying back against the mattress and trying to catch his breath, he hopes desperately that she'll stay but expects none of it. Now that he has her, he can't stand the idea of letting her wander off again--but she doesn't, and when he glances over at her to watch her shift under the covers, he can't help but smile.

So this is what normality feels like. It's warm, encompassing, comfortable. It feels right.

He looks right back at the ceiling then, careful not to spook her by staring all too much, releasing a deep breath and relaxing. It isn't for another beat that he turns his head to properly meet her eyes.]

That was incredible.

I've had worse.

[Her smile might say more than anything that reaches his ears, because she doesn't know how to give August the appropriate amount of credit in anything she tells him. She has had worse, that's true, but Emma doesn't remember having better. The last time she gave a damn about a guy she was seventeen years old and thoroughly inexperienced. It's different now, in a small bed instead of a small car, with someone who came to find her rather than leaving her behind.

At least she tells herself it is.

The idea of August riding out of town has crossed her mind plenty of times. It's what makes her want to do the leaving before he has a chance to; so it can be her choice this time instead of his. Emma is keenly aware that he's a free spirit, and she's not trying to hold him down as much as she'd like to hold him close. This feels good, being with him, and while she'll argue that it's just to get away from being further scarred by Mary Margaret and David, her reasons for sticking around tonight have nothing to do with them.

She wants August. She wants him like this, and she wants him to stay. She wants him in Henry's life and in hers. But that's another thing Emma doesn't tell him, even as her eyes hold steady on him. She tucks her arm under a pillow and sighs, tired with a mind that's set on racing instead of sleeping. Every muscle in her body is exhausted, and she can all but feel the ache in her bones after that.

It pales in comparison to that flutter in her chest, the long-forgotten excitement of unwinding with someone she cares about. So she can't help it, she can't stop herself, she doesn't even try this time -]

Have you decided how long you're staying in town for?

[She may be afraid of the answer, but she has to know. If she doesn't start bracing herself now, it'll be too late.]

[ the operation was simple; plant the device and make sure the target leaves the casino with it on him. these caribbean hotels cater to their high end clientele so they have absolutely no reason to leave the secluded sector of the island. james and natasha were given specific instructions posing as a wealthy couple to peruse the casino, play a few games with the target in question, blend and monitor the progress of their mark until he leaves the hotel in three days time.

so that left them three days in a fairly sizable suite arm and arm with one another sipping champagne and walking on the beach together. when asked about their visit by various guests (regulars mostly; james could tell from the way they skirted through the villa halls so sure of themselves and how many of them seemed to know one another) james had been quick on the draw to say it's our second anniversary. quickly enough they became the talk of the resort. ]

You look lovely tonight, Mrs Anderson. [ bond's voice travels low through the communication device hidden in natasha's ear. he's at the bar with a martini, quite certain no one is paying much attention to him murmuring to himself as he watches her enter the room dressed perfectly on points in her evening gown. ] Happy Anniversary.

[ there were things that, even as a head of a very important branch of a very important secret service, one just simply could not get out of. miss moneypenny is quite busy now, after all, and (in her words) "can not be arsed to play messenger" when the very lives of everyone in mi6 depend on the memos she sends out. (q knows for certain that this is not an exaggeration. her memos are quite godly.)

still, it did make things rather difficult when the intended recipient of information on the latest from q branch is clear across several seas, and the only person suitable to deliver the briefing is the head of q branch himself, who has a rather troublesome fear of flying. in this case, the math does not work in their favor, and so drastic measures were had, which explains why q is now currently half-sprawled along one of the more comfortable chairs in the craft, clutching an armrest in one hand and a half-full glass of brandy in another.

unfortunately, while the liquor had done its job in dulling his senses, his blasted genius mind continues to whirr away at its usual frantic speed, meaning he's still quite aware of what exactly is happening, though now it simply means his body will be too sluggish to do anything useful, if in the event of an actual crisis.

he points the glass of brandy towards his "babysitter." ]

I tol'... [ he licks his lips, as if tasting the words on them. ] I told you. Didn't I? [ the ice tinkles noisily in his glass. ] You should've given me the pills. Knocked me out! Two seconds. Flat.

[ he blinks slowly behind his askew glasses, feels the plane give a gentle bump (of course in his mind, it feels like a great big lurch that clearly means something is wrong with the machinery dear god get him off of this thing), and he groans, pressing the glass to his forehead. ]

Don't. Just don't say a thing.

[ to say bond is amused would only be half of what he's feeling. he's used to these sorts of missions; highly sensitive cargo needing to be transported, important people needing to be escorted, intel needing to be picked up and dropped off. this particular mission is all of the above in more ways than he'll be admitting anytime soon out loud, though it's nice to have something a bit more low key to do between saving queen and country from its enemies.

so bond sits across from Q on the plane just about as relax as any MI6 agent could be with a martini in his hand. he could have easily gotten enough tranquilisers to get them from point a to point b and back again, but moneypenny had suggested he forego it the first round to get a good taste of just how bad their aviophobic quartermaster was once he hit 30,000ft (though bond would argue the takeoff was the worst of it). ]

It's starting to sound like a better idea.

[ that probably should sound much more annoyed but as james says it over his martini he's practically chuckling. at the very least the alcohol is keeping it entertaining. ]

Are you sure I can't relay the equation for heat transfer that's causing the turbulence back to you? Fascinating stuff.

[ Because nothing beats posting to an intimacy meme with a character who utterly fails at it. ]

[ so, you know, Scott is off with Allison or whatever, and the other pack wolves are off chewing on bones or whatever they do for fun, and who gets stuck with the Alpha? Stiles. Naturally. But maybe it's not that bad. Since no one is around to see, and all. ]

Sooooo. Derek.

[ Derek grunts, barely looking up. ]

What.

[ Stiles sliiiides closer, not at all smooth but at least trying to be, settling on the couch next to Derek. ]

Can I...talk to you about something?

I mean, unless this is a bad time. Because I can come back. In an hour, or next month, or after the next full moon when you're not...all...wolfy...or in five years...

[ Derek rolls his eyes and turns to look at Stiles, leaning back. ]

Just spit it out already. What?

[ He spreads his hands, a "get to the point" motion. ]

[ Stiles adjusts himself on the sofa. Clears his throat. Looks at the wall. ]

Well, okay. I know you're like a big mean macho wolf or...whatever. And you SUCK at feelings. And you're kind of a jerk and you wear the same thing all the time and you drive like a psychopath, but...

I...

Think I like you.

[ that's not even true. He KNOWS he does. He knows what LIKE feels like. He's felt more than that for Lydia for basically his entire life, after all. ]

[ It takes a moment for Stiles's words to even register to Derek. Then he blinks, and his mouth opens, but he doesn't have a witty response. Or even a jerk response. He closes his mouth, takes a breath, tries again. ]

Where did that come from?

[ Thoughts race around his head, most of them boiling down to, "No you don't" and "No you shouldn't." He's just a kid. A stupid, crazy human kid. So why is Derek's heart pounding in his chest? And why is he so damned uncomfortable with what he smells on Stiles? ]

I KNOW, right, where DID it come from? I'm not like into beastiality or anything!

[ wow, that's the LAMEST joke and he knows it. But being serious for more than a couple minutes is hard, okay. ]

Wait, you didn't...laugh at me or make fun of me.

[ Oh, there's the expected scowl. ]

It's not even funny. Why don't you go chase another girl who won't even look at you.

[ He turned away, closing himself off, trying to control the surge of... whatever it was inside of him.

Stupid kid. ]

Hey, HEY, you were fine ten seconds ago, come on!

Right now I'm apparently, and totally against any and all better judgement, chasing a WEREWOLF that won't look at me. In case you missed that.

[ as he talks, he reaches out for Derek's shoulder, not at all willing to let him close off so easy. As if. ]

[ He doesn't expect the hand on his shoulder. He tenses at the touch, his whole body stiffening. He sighs through his teeth, almost a hiss, and takes another breath in, almost shaky. ]

You're right. It is against all better judgement. It's stupid and it will get you killed. Is that what you want?

[ He turns, and there's something dangerous in his eyes, the wolf barely held down beneath the surface.

Overreaction much?]

[ Stiles jerks his hand back, more out of reaction to Derek moving at all than to anything else. ]

Hey, I have a pretty good track record of NOT dying or being seriously injured.

[ okay so Allison's stupid GRANDPA hit him pretty hard but the injuries weren't actually serious in the end. ]

My sense of self-preservation is definitely not lacking.

[ he says, and looks right into Derek's eyes. Derek is DEFINITELY dangerous, way more than Scott, but that's kind of enticing. Not that Stiles is going to say THAT out loud. ]

Then don't confess your childish affection to me, Stiles. I'm not going to take you to prom or text you sweet nothings. I'm an alpha, now. I don't play.

[ His words were rough, almost a growl. He could feel the wolf surging, animal needs without words underscoring his very human emotions. ]

[ Stiles snorts, more unthinking than he is brave. ]

You don't get to tell a guy who's been harboring a crush for a decade what's childish and what isn't.

I didn't tell you just to play some game with you.

You know what your problem is, Derek? You don't know how to take a compliment.

[ he rambles on, heedless of how much he's annoying the werewolf. ]

[ Derek growls softly. ]

And you don't know how to take a hint. You think you'd enjoy me reciprocating? I'd break you. And if I didn't, another wolf would.

[ Okay, that DOES make him a little nervous, but he's never been one to let nervousness really stop him, or he'd talk a whole hell of a lot less than he does. ]

You have a really mixed message way of saying you don't like me, you know that? I mean, the threesome suggestion, right off? That's not "no way, Stiles," that's like...

Okay, I know you've got a pack mentality or whatever but can we...slow down?

[ It takes Derek a moment to even register what Stiles is going on about, but when he does, he growls a small exasperated sigh and shoves his hand over Stiles's mouth, interrupting him. ]

Shut up, Stiles. What I mean is that even being this close to me puts you in danger from any rival or challenger I might face, not to mention things worse that what you've seen running around here. You think they would leave a mortal lover alone? No. It's a weak spot.

Not to mention what others would say.

[ Almost sounds like he's been thinking about this. ]

[ Stiles is shocked into temporary speechlessness by Derek's hand on his mouth. And also by the word "lover." That's a bit grown up for him okay.

He reaches up and pulls Derek's hand off his mouth after a minute. ]

Oh, yeah, you're totally always aware of what people say about you and you care so much.

You know, this isn't really a denial, Derek.

Shut up, Stiles.

Still not a denial.

[ He growls low in is throat, not amused by Stiles's amusement in the least. Mostly because no, it's not a denial. Stiles is being a stupid kid with a puppy crush on someone who he doesn't know, and I'd he wants to play like that...

He lurches suddenly closer, faster than a human could move, and wraps one too-strong hand around the back of Stiles's head, yanking him closer... And mashing his mouth against his own, kissing him hard, dangerously, full of prying tongue and too-sharp teeth. ]

[ Stiles doesn't actually have time to react to Derek even MOVING, let alone TOUCHING him. All of a sudden, there are two tongues in his mouth, which is not really how the movies make it seem, but that might be because Derek has TEETH and...

He'd probably remark on "the better to eat you with" but even he can't make a joke with Derek kissing him. Can you call it kissing? Stiles doesn't have a lot of experience in this arena, admittedly, but this seems more violent than kissing is supposed to. But part of what he likes about Derek is his anger, because you can't like Derek without that.

He tenses under Derek's hands and mouth and reciprocates as best he can, but it's hard to navigate through it. He has an insane moment of wondering if all werewolves kiss this way before his brain shuts THAT up.

He manages to pull away when breathing becomes a thing. ]

Jesus. I was...kidding, teasing you. About the denial thing, I mean, I figured you wouldn't...

[ rise to the bait? No, if there's anyone alive who will definitely rise to the bait, it's Derek Hale. Actually, Stiles can't even say what he expected. Not...that. ]

Some things you shouldn't joke about.

[ He grins. ]

[ Stiles half-laughs in return. ]

I don't know, if that's your reaction maybe I should joke MORE.

[ he was all fixing to be awkward but somehow it's...not. ]

[Mind if I pop my head on in here?]

[ Feel free! But I'm not too familiar with your character. Could you set the scene? ]

[Sure. Sorry for the lateness hectic holidays.]

It was early, earlier than she liked to be up but, Charisa couldn't complain. Sliding carefully out of bed she seemed to study Derek for a moment as he slept before she moved toward the bathroom, after brushing a hand over the alarm clock to turn the alarm off. She was tired last night had been a rather long one and now with a tired body she had to pull herself together for work.

Flipping on the light before turning on the taps she allowed the hot water to run before while a hand moved through her hair while a yawn passed through her lips. Sitting down on the edge of the tub she rubbed her face before glancing at the uniform already hung up on the back of the door. Last night was long...today was going to be longer.

Isaac was sprawled out over the sheets, chest rising and falling with each breath as he slowly came down from the high. His eyelids felt heavy and he let them fall closed as he reaches out to brush a hand over Derek's arm.

Derek lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. When Isaac touches his arm, he covers that hand with a hand of his own and tightens his grip slightly, running nails that are still ever-so-slightly pointed down the younger wolf's inner arm as he rolls over, bearing teeth in a slight grin. He doesn't speak, though, just raises his eyebrows slightly.

The Beta turns to look up at the older male, turning his hand over under Derek's to squeeze his hand in return. Leaning up, he presses a kiss to the Alpha's lips, nipping at his lower lip.

[ Somewhere between sneaking back into the castle after the full and the chaos of another confrontation with Evans, Sirius has found himself alone in the hospital wing with Moony while poor Peter is stuck consoling James.

Even for all the expensive potions Madam Pomfrey can lavish on her most frequent visitor, and despite all his bravado and endless charisma, Sirius still can't help but worry over the bandages that cover his friend's newly-begotten wounds.

He can't exactly tell if Remus is awake, asleep, or drugged to the brim, so he tries speaking to him. ]

Moony...? You functioning there, mate...?

[He's not really awake yet, but Remus is a fairly light sleeper, even on the day after the full moon. At least when he isn't being knocked out by Madame Pomfrey's potions, but as he'd still been asleep after the last round of sleeping potions were supposed to wear off, he hadn't had more forced on him. The healing ones will come around again in a couple of hours, but as long as he's resting, he doesn't get sleeping potions poured down his throat as often as he once did. Probably because he hasn't been tearing into himself as much lately.

He starts out of his doze when he hears Sirius call him, blinking fuzzily at him for a moment before the words sink in. He offers a tired smile, and a nod that only makes him wince slightly.] Yes, of course. Morning, Sirius.

[Morning. Afternoon. He doesn't actually know how late it's gotten, come to think of it.]

"So....you're sure this is all right? Me tagging along like this? I can chip in for gasoline and the like, honest!" Despite being already three hours into their road trip, their ultimate goal retrieving a stranded John and Sherlock from a wacky 24/7 diner several towns over, Molly still felt like she was being a burden to Greg.

[Sebastian's dozing slightly, his head buried into the pillow, and surprisingly, he isn't snoring.

He feels calm, at ease, for the first time in a while. It's not particularly easy running the underworld, after all. Life's dangerous, even more so than what it was working for Moriarty.

Talk about blowing off steam.]

[Irene can't sleep. She's not restless enough to move from the warmth of the bed, but she's been lying there for a while, making idle plans, and she's still awake.

She probably ought to get up, she's sure she heard her phone chime with a message a minute ago. Oh well. If it's really important, both their phones will be lighting up in a minute.

He's not facing her, so she's not certain if he's fully asleep or not as she turns towards him, leaning in close against his arm and tracing a series of idle loops on his arm with one long nail.]

[Sebastian heard the phone go off too. And he was very tempted to let out a groan of complaint. Work be damned. He is too comfortable and finally able to shut away the tense alertness of being awake to be dealing with some petty underling right now. The time they have to themselves is rare and he doesn't want it pulled away so quickly.

He was almost tempted to shoot it. But that would involve moving and making Irene very cross with him.

Although, he does like it when she's angry.

He feels the corners of his mouth twitch into a smirk when she feels a fingernail against his skin. She's awake, then. He lets her continue it for a moment before finally speaking up, his voice low and tired.]

What's th'matter?

[He had better not shoot her phone. It's not as nice as her old one, but she's still fond of it. He won't enjoy the consequences this time if he does.

More doesn't seem to be coming right now anyway. For once, they may actually get a full night of quiet, if they're lucky.]

Can't sleep. [Her tone turns teasing, smile evident in her voice.] You must be losing your touch, darling.

[Oh, hell. No shooting the phone then. Just as well he couldn't be bothered to move.]

Hmm? [He turns over and looks at her for a moment. He reaches for her face, holding her chin with his thumb and fore-finger, a crooked smile on his lips.]

I assure you I'm doin' no such thing. Didn't expect Glasgow to be so bothersome is all, Miss Adler.

[Yes. Even after all this time. He still calls her that.]

[She can't help a small smile quirking up the corner of her mouth at that name. The habitual formality, even when she's lying undressed in bed next to him, is oddly endearing.

There's a lot about Sebastian that she probably shouldn't find as endearing as she does, though. It was a bad idea to start things in the first place, so long ago, and it's been a bad idea to follow him -- lead him? Really, it's hard to tell on this one who's following and who's leading -- into life as a criminal overlord.

But he's always such an enjoyable bad idea.]

Well, I suppose that makes sense. It was quite the upset. [She leans forward, pressing a soft, quick kiss against his mouth.]

[Her face is long and tired as she stares at the camera on her computer.]

So. I'm not really sure I should talk about this here, but I'm Lizzie Bennet - and Darcy was right.

[Lizzie slouches and rubs her face, rolling the chair away from the camera and spinning once lazily. She loves being home. She missed it so much, but that didn't mean she was happy. Not even a little.]

[It takes Darcy a long time to make up his mind and actually pull up in the Bennet's front driveway. There may have been more circling around the neighbourhood than he is comfortable admitting to. And of course another five minutes sitting and staring intently at the front door, working over the words in his head and all her possible responses to them, all the worst scenarios looping over and over again like some macabre clip show of social ineptitude. He finally decides that siting outside any longer will look worse than actually ringing the doorbell, and steels himself for the worst as he rings the doorbell.

One such worst case scenario comes into play, and Mrs Bennet answers the door. Darcy prays to whichever gods might be listening that Lizzie's mother is blissfully unaware of the videos as he asks if Lizzie is home, and is directed to her bedroom door.

Palms sweating, he takes a deep breath, and knocks.]

[It wasn't Lydia. Couldn't be.

Lizzie scrubbed her face and went back to her computer, shutting down the camera and program before darkening the screen. This might just have been the longest day of her life and that said everything.]

Come in.

Hello Lizzie.

[It's so odd to see her room for the first time, at least from this angle. Having watched her video blogs, he feels overly familiar with her white walls and bulging bookshelf. He's not sure how welcome he really is here yet, or what etiquette there might be to entering a woman's bedroom one has been previously spurned by, so he stays where he is in the doorway, arms at his sides and trying terribly not to fidget.]

Your, uh, mother let me in.

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Wow. She must really be distracted. [Understandably, but she had to say something.

And Darcy. Darcy was in her doorway. Did he just always know when she had been talking about him? Because she was starting to wonder.] You can actually come in the room.

[He debates closing the door behind them or not. Is that presumptuous? But he decides for it as he would really rather they weren't over heard.]

I wanted to see how you were.

Lydia is in the hospital. Jane is stuck in LA and...[She stands and moves to sit on her bed. This didn't come easy to her. It didn't really come to her at all. She could do so much better than this.]

I should have listened to you sooner. Done anything sooner.

I should have behaved differently as well. If I had warned more people about George-

[So much of him want to be nearer to her right now. She looks so vulnerable. But he stays where he is by the door.]

Things may have turned out differently.

Would I have listened? [Lizzie's hands are shaking as she moves, looking at him with nothing more than exhaustion.] Can you not just stand there lurking?

[He finds a chair (the one she usually shoots in in fact, and perches himself on it awkwardly.]

How is Lydia?

She hasn't woken up yet.

[He has to close his eyes for a few moments before he speaks again.]

I should have found her sooner. I'm sorry.

No. Don't be. I didn't even try to warn her about him. If you hadn't found her when you did...

She will be alright, won't she?

[It's too much like it was before, the first time with Wickham and Gigi and it make his heart ache.]

Physically, they keep telling us she'll be fine.

[But Lizzie is scared she won't be her Lydia anymore. Like. Terrified that Lydia might wake up different.]

[His hand flutters awkwardly for a second before it settles over hers, leaning forward in his chair.]

I have faith in your younger sister's perseverance in the face of such situations.

[She tenses for a moment. Startled, sure, but just so confused about everything she isn't even certain what she is doing here. There should be some kind of user manual for these moments.

She turns her hand over and laces their fingers.]

Your sister...did she?

[Why is prevents ones palms from sweating when nervous not something he's ever mastered? This is why he doesn't often hold hands with beautiful women hes desperately in love with. Or, ever.]

Exceedingly so. She is as impossible to keep in line as ever before.

That's really unflattering.

[Except instead of being angry, it's making her smile. What the hell?]

I've never impressed that I'm an agreeable person.

[He's not sure if he's ever seen her smile, genuinely, because of him before. It's enough to give her hand a small re-assuring squeeze.]

I've never hoped you were this right before. God. That's. No. Forget I just said that.

It's fine, Lizzie. I understand.

I'm not normally like this.

[She's hanging onto his hand like it's the only thing keeping her sitting there. And seeing how she wanted to do nothing more than sink slowly into the floor, she wasn't ruling it out as a possibility.]

I believe under the circumstances you are allowed to behave a little erratically.

Is there anything you need?

Tea. [Jane. Charlotte. A time machine. And instead she has Darcy. This is the sort of thing that only happens in bad romance novels and soap operas.]

I've heard that it's acceptable in these sort of situations. I'm not sure if you wanted a change of scenery but we could always-

[Go grab a drink? God, it's just sounding like he's asking her on a date while her sister's in hospital. Very smooth.]

[It's like she can hear his exact thoughts and that's why she squeezes his hand and stands.]

That would be perfect.

[Oh shit, that worked? Wow, that was unexpected.]

Oh. Alright. There's a cafe in town I frequent on occasion.

You found a cafe in the-

[such a hipster. Lizzie just stops her own line of thinking because she really needs this distraction.]

All right. Let's go.

[Come on, you knew he was an insufferable hipster going into this.

His car is as annoyingly swanky and high-end as everything he owns. He'll even open the door for her.]

You don't have to impress me. I already left the house with you.

[To go somewhere that's not the hospital. That's a pretty big deal.]

It's simply stubborn manners training, I'm afraid. My mother was rather old-fashioned.

What was she like?

Rather like me, I believe. They died some years ago when I was still in school.

I'm sorry. [It's a clear sore spot. She'll shut up and not press.]

It's alright. It was a long time ago.

[Well that put a damper on the situation and he kicks himself for bringing it up. Bing warned him about the dead parents being a conversation killer.]

You must miss her.

Very much. But I still have Gigi.

[He pulls the car slowly into the lot in front of the coffee shop. It really wasn't much of a drive. Nothing is too far apart in this town.]

That - Yeah, I guess you do.

[Though she's never even seen a picture. She's starting to wonder if Gigi isn't someone Darcy made up to cope or something.]

Huh. [She's gazing at the shop sign] This used to be a video rental store.

I believe it's better suited as is.

[He takes a deep breath before he hesitantly puts his hand over hers.]

Lizzie I had something to ask you.

If you're going to ask me to marry you, I am going to have to decline.

[He snatches his hand back.]

Uh, no. Of course not.

Relax, it was a joke. Seriously. What did you want to ask me?

[He's moments away from saying nevermind. But dammit, he got this far.]

I wanted to know-

[Come on, man, you practiced it enough times in front of the mirror.]

I understand that this is a trying time for you and your family, so I don't require an answer right away. But I wanted to know if... your feelings regarding me have changed since Halloween. Because if they haven't I will return to LA tomorrow and not bother you again.

But I felt you should know - mine remain the same.

Okay, look. It's been a month. A really bad month. But I wouldn't be sitting in your car with you if I still thought you were a complete jerk.

I- thank you. That's all I needed just at the moment.

You're welcome?

I made this awkward again, didn't I?

No. No, I'm actually pretty sure I did. I don't do change well. Or at all, really. Thinking about things...personal things isn't something I like doing too much of.

And you just confuse me. A lot. Probably more than you should. You are complicated, really complicated and with what's happened to Lydia and Jane being stuck in LA...

I understand. You need space to think about everything.

I need a Time Turner and a few more hours in the day.

Time turner?

You're kidding, right?

I'm afraid not.

Seriously.

Is this another modern pop culture reference I'm supposed to be privy to?

Kids in third world countries would get that reference.

[She pulls out her phone and does a quick search before tilting the screen so Darcy can see the cover of the first Harry Potter book.]

Ring any bells?

Oh yes. Gigi was rather a fan of them back in the day.

Ladies and gentlemen, William Darcy understands a pop culture reference. Give him a round of applause.

[ok. She's laughing. She hasn't laughed in...? Yeah. She isn't too sure either.]

I strive to be a source of entertainment.

[What's this? Yes, that might be the tiniest little baby of a hint of a smile.]

I saw that picture Fitz put on Twitter the other week. I didn't know you had a sense of humor.

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Fitz's idea. I was entirely coerced.

He's persuasive but not that persuasive.

We've known each other for many years. He has blackmail material on me.

Okay, I hope you know I plan to find out what that is.

I'm sure you will. I hope my blackmail material on him will persuade him not to divulge.

I'll find a way. [She unbuckles her seatbelt and moves to open the door.]

[He hesitates for a few moments about his next action. But he doesn't think he has much more to lose at this point. He meets her half-way to the door of the cafe, long legs being an advantage now and again. He ducks his head and kisses her, fast and barely more than a peck and pulls quickly away again.]

You can pretend I didn't do that if you want to.

You kissed me.

[Hold on. Her brain hasn't checked back in yet.]

I- uh. Nevermind. That was presumptuous of me.

You kissed me.

I'll just drive you home now. We don't have to speak about it again.

[WHO DOES HE NEED TO CALL TO GET THE EARTH TO SWALLOW HIM UP RIGHT NOW? He has money and connections this is a thing he should be able to arrange.]

[She grabbed him by the wrist to stop him and craned up on tiptoes, kissing him more firmly back.]

[FLAIL. Okay well. This is better that expected. There's about half a moment of hesitation before he plants a hand on her waist and kisses back.]

...[Hello, Mr. Darcy. You might not have struck out with her before if you'd made a move like this before acting like a complete jerk.]

[He'll make a note. Kissing > insulting her family. Why did not one tell him this previously.

At the moment he's not capable of much thought, even though they are standing in front of a coffee shop and PDA usually makes his palms sweat.]

[When Lizzie pulls back finally her cheeks are bright red.]

Yeah.

'm sorry?

[Darcybot circuitry still miss-firing. OVER LOAD. OVER LOAD.]

I think I'm ready for some tea now.

[Give him a minute first.]

Yes. Of course.

Lizzie tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear and raises a brow. "You're not malfunctioning, are you? "

Not that she has even the slightest room to judge when half of her wanted to start laughing madly at what just happened and another part wanted to bolt away.

Not to a fatal degree, no.

Okay. Here. [She clasps his hand and tug gently. ]

[He lets her take the lead. Still a little stunned.]

[Quietly making robot malfunction noises and dial-up static as she pulls open the door for them.

She isn't being serious, but something needs to shake Darcy awake again.]

I could fine that offensive, you know. Against my fellow robot Americans.

Reboot. Reboot.

I think they'll survive.

Very funny.

Thank you.

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Emma | Victorian Romance Emma | F/M for smut-type options.

august w. booth | once upon a time

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Hayley ☽ The Vampire Diaries

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selina kyle ( catwoman ) ∞ the dark knight rises

natasha romanoff ( black widow ) ⌛ marvel cinematic universe

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Emma Swan *Once Upon A Time*

Derek Hale | Teen Wolf

2 because rng hates me

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Isaac! :D! I am so sorry for the delayed response!

That's okay! :D

Remus Lupin | Harry Potter (pre-books)

1 because i couldn't help myself. h-hullo. /////

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Gregory Lestrade | Sherlock (BBC)

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Peter Burke | White Collar

Phil Coulson | MCU

Clint Barton | MCU

Irene Adler | Sherlock (BBC)

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Andromeda Black | Harry Potter

Harriet Watson | Sherlock (BBC) (OCish)

William Darcy | The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

1 (THE RNG IS SO NICE TO ME)

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