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A Picture is Worth.... Meme
This ain't your mama's meme. Forget your RNG, forget your tired old prompts.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
It's easy. Comment with your character. Then go comment around.
But instead of pre-filled prompts with words or numbers, you find a gif or image (any gif/image from any canon or scenario you please) that sets the scene.
The picture is the prompt.

WARNING: THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY. AND POSSIBLY NSFW AND THERE MAY BE TRIGGERS.
Some images will not be able to be hidden behind cuts, so please be aware that triggery material may be found within.

If you post an image that is violent or sexual in nature please LINK it, do not embed it into the comment.

Feel free to use this template to stick your image in there.

Good resources for images/gifs are weheartit or tumblr. For not so safe for work gifs/images go here and here.

Original Meme here.

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[ His face shifts into one of expectation, of anticipation, and he swallows as she brings them so so very close to each other properly, barely bothering to even breathe as he looks up at her, waiting. And then she does move, and his eyes are glued to the look in hers as she brings them closer and closer together. He's given himself over to the kiss so freely by the time she's fully on him that he takes a moment to recover when she does stop kissing.

Staring up at her for a moment, it looks like she's daring him to try something. And she's not moving. He shifts, out of impatience, hands on her hips forcing a rocking movement with his own shift and rotation that he, at least, rather likes - he's not sure how well she does, but it doesn't involve pulling out and ramming back in, both of which seem like chilly concepts from his point of view.

But when she drops to pay attention to his chest - the closer she gets to the reactor the less he seems to move - right now. In other moods, this is not the case. That gets his breath going a little more, chest tightening when she goes over a particularly sensitive area, screwing up his rocking rhythm thing. ]

[She keeps her eyes on him, a flickering smirk trying to form on her lips as his hands move her, but it flickers out- into something a bit more relaxed and Ohyesgood. Give her a minute, eventually she'll give him more direction, for the moment though she's more than happy to go along with this.

Mmhm. She flips her hair over her shoulder and trails lips up to his neck, a little drag of teeth just at his shoulder, gentle and not. Testing the limits of what it is she gets the right reactions from him. Like the simple stuttering out of time she drew from him with the caress of her tongue over certain places on his chest.

This is one of her favorite games. Probably his too, if he'd get out of his head long enough to enjoy himself and not worry as much about little things. It's sex, and as long as he goes with it there's a pretty damn good chance she's going to enjoy herself.

She rocks against him, moving with his movement and then coaxing him into a more steady rhythm. She's quiet- but not silent. Against his neck she makes soft quiet little sounds, enough to let him know that yes.. yes.. Now, they've got it right.]

[ Mmm, the hair flip is nice, but it's the teeth that really win his approval, a hum emphasizing the grip of his hands as he keeps up his motions.

She's drawing him out pretty nicely. By the time she coaxes him into a rhythm, he's all but lost his previous second thoughts and is actually behaving normally again, because it's sex, and it's good sex, with her, and really there's no reason to be worried, is there, because she's clearly enjoying herself just as well, judging by those soft little noises. Everything she's doing right now is basically perfect, although she is welcome to do more. It could get better, although it's not as though he's asking for it to. ]

[For the moment- and at least until things between them get a little more heated she's perfectly happy to continue the slow- and not entirely dissatisfying movement of her hips.

Especially, pleased when his grip tightens, and he all but purrs that humming sound of approval as her teeth find his shoulder. She wants more of those... more of those sounds and to do more things that make him forget that he's cold.

Her nails drag slowly up his ribs, then back down again, before she starts to push up and try to sit up, pausing just as she starts when she remembers that 1) she needs to keep him warm. 2) she's actually sort of enjoying the intimacy of the close contact. Moving to sit up would break that... unless she gets him to sit up with her.

Lips meeting his, for a slow and kiss. It's almost as though everything has slowed down- everything around them is nearly at a stand still while he continues guiding her to move on him. ]

[ It's okay he feels pretty warm right now. The nails are a good touch, and their wake shows goosebumps briefly because they settle back into his skin - at least until he remembers he's cold again and his body 'helpfully' tries to make the coat of hair he's obviously wearing puff up and catch more heat.

She could totally get him to sit up with her if she wanted to, but he didn't get that feeling out of what she just did, particularly not how she came back down to him for a kiss, and he opens up for her, for it, fighting back a little bit but mostly letting it happen, rocking underneath her as best as he can. ]

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