The Intimacy Meme

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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.

Comments

007 (see what i did there?)

[aerophobe]

[ 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.

[resurrection]

[ 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.