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t h e TRAPPED TOGETHER m e m e(expanded edition; originally from memebells @ lj)

Ever wanted to tag a character yours has no good reason to know? Ever wanted your character to be forced to interact with someone they're supposed to hate? Now's your chance!

You character has been trapped somewhere-- and they're not alone. Pick the scenario(s) and genre(s) you're open to, and post with your choices and character's information in the subject line. Use the random number generator or your own discretion to reply to others' posts.

SCENARIOS:

1. TRAPPED IN AN ELEVATOR The old standby. You're stuck until someone can rescue you, or until one or both of you can get this box moving again.

2. TRAPPED IN AN UNDERGROUND BUNKER Maybe there's a nuclear winter, or maybe you were just exploring and wandered in here. Either way? Right now, you're stuck.

3. TRAPPED IN A CAR You were driving long-distance when your ride broke down, so now you're stuck in the middle of nowhere until else someone happens by.

4. TRAPPED IN A MALL AFTER HOURS Somehow, you managed to get stuck in the mall after closing. Maybe you fell asleep in the bathroom, or were hiding in the back of the bookstore, but now the doors are locked, and you've got the whole place almost to yourself.

5. TRAPPED IN A MAZE Entering that maze seemed like such a good idea, didn't it? Only now you can't find your way out, and you're pretty sure you're not alone in here...

6. TRAPPED ON AN ISLAND You should have known better than to trust any three hour cruise or any last minute flight over the ocean. In the chaos you've gotten stuck on a different island from the rest of the survivors (there are others, right?), but you'll probably still be close enough for rescuers to find you if you build a big enough fire. At least you have the island to yourselves... don't you?

7. TRAPPED IN THE WILDERNESS It was a great idea to go trekking out into the wilderness until you got separated from the group you were on, or you lost your map in a mad escape from something... unfortunate. If you're lucky there's a cabin to stay in. If you're less lucky, one of you brought a tent. If not... then you better get trekking home in a hurry. There're animals out there, you know.

8. OTHER/COMBO Any other scenarios that tickle your fancy.

GENRES:

i. Survival Horror
ii. Smut
iii. Gen
iv. Fluff
v. Crack
vi. Action
vii. Other/Combo

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[digs out his own pillow, scooting the seat back all the way and stretching as much as possible. It's still not quite as long as he'd like, but then cars aren't exactly built for sleeping comfortably in in the first place.

But that stops him. Lea gives her a slightly bewildered look for a moment before covering it up with a laugh, shaking his head.]

What, even over Roxas? Not sure I believe that. Guess it could be a whole lot worse, though.

[Like she could be stuck in a car all night with Sora's loud snoring.]

[Excuse her while she stares for a second. How does one manage to be so tall, and why must that be so attractive.

A second too late she realizes how that must have sounded, but by then he is already laughing it off.]

As if I could lie in the first place. [She's never been very good at that.] What makes you think I'd prefer him?

[She's honestly curious, and at the mention of worse possibilities Namine can't help but grin. Bless Sora's kind heart, but it's a wonder he doesn't knock down walls.]

[likewise he's trying not to notice how neatly she tucks herself into the driver's seat, how her curves seem to be a little more accentuated when she curls up like that - so he's just sort of glancing at her, and then past her through the window with a slight shrug.]

I know you two are close, that's all.

[he glances away, like he probably shouldn't even go the extra step, but...]

It's not like we have the best past, after all.

[what with the way he used to be tied up with some people who tried to use her, manipulate her. The worst part is that for a while he was complacent about it, and let it continue. Lea's really not sure he'll ever completely make it up to her.]</small.

[Was he ...? Ahh, no, she's seeing things. Maybe she is tired. Namine keeps her eyes firmly on his, refusing to look elsewhere but before she knows it that task becomes easy. A higher concern is where their conversation has wandered off too.

It isn't in her nature to talk about things that have already happened. Even now Namine lacks the proper tools for that and so quietly accepting things as they are has worked best for her. But apparently this was something that needed to be discussed.]

Roxas is like a brother to me. [Or a best friend in general. They have very much in common but they aren't ... Well, there just isn't a spark there, not for her anyway.]

True, but it doesn't stop us from being good friends, does it? [She pauses, knows that this won't make him feel better at all and so Namine takes a deep breathe, letting it out slowly. She does not enjoy talking about that part of her life.]

You had your reasons for doing what you did, Lea. I like to think I understand most of them. But there is a very big difference between who you are now and who you were then. The person you are now is the one I like and the one that I trust.

[She gives him an honest smile. All of this is difficult to say even if she appears composed, but she wants to get rid of this once and for all. He doesn't need to make anything up to her.]

So don't worry.

[shifts a little, like he's trying to make himself more comfortable in the seat. He's delaying looking at her, giving her an answer, but truthfully...he's glad to hear it. They haven't talked about it a whole lot - not really, but even if she appeared to hold no ill will toward him, he'd be lying if he ever said he completely understood her (or any girl, for that matter).

When he does manage to look back at her, he smiles, faintly.]

Thanks.

[it strikes him then how...ethereal she looks. The moonlight streams in through the window, covering her with a silvery hue that somehow only complements her fair coloring instead of washing her out. His eyes slide over her again before he can stop himself.]

Hey- you cold? I can grab the blanket for you.

[The same could be said for understanding men. Though Namine can't speak for her gender, her demeanor rarely changes and so it is no surprise that actual clarification was needed. When she gets the full strength of that smile, feels it in the rush of her blood and the desire to kiss him, Namine suddenly thinks that she could talk about anything and everything if it made him look like this.]

You're welcome.

[She debates telling him the truth, that even back then he was fascinating, strong and calculating in a way she could never manage. It had been an innocent curiosity at the time, Namine was too oblivious and naive to understand what it really was. Now it is much more.]

Oh. Yes! Thank you. [Hopefully it's big enough for the both of them, since she won't leave him to freeze, and they can't keep the car on all night.]

[given how dark it is out, he can't make out that flush on her cheeks. He reaches into the back seats, arching some so that his shirt rides up a bit while he gropes for the blanket. Finally after a minute he comes back with it, dumping it on her lap. It's just a travel blanket, so it's really only made for one person (and certainly not big enough to spread across two people in a car like this).]

Here, hope that works okay.

[for his part, he just digs up his coat from the floor next to his feet and shakes it out a bit. This will work just as well for a blanket for himself...

...if it weren't so dirty.]

[She wouldn't want him to see anyway. She can't help but feel guilty taking it in the first place, only making an affirmative noise when he speaks. And them she hears him rustling again, spies what he's apparently going to use for himself.

Oh god.]

Lea.

[Lea, no.

Namine tugs the coat off of him and replaces it with the travel blanket. The somewhat brief touch gives her an idea of how he's positioned, though she was aware of that before. The act is somewhat premeditated and so she can't feign complete ignorance as she leans over to very quickly kiss his cheek.]

Better.

[She's fine in her dress, besides, Namine is a few things at the moment and tired isn't one of them. She doesn't mind.]

[her leaning over like that gives him a-- well. A nice close-up view of her dress...and more specifically the small amount of cleavage it reveals. He's about to protest her giving him the blanket when she leaves that kiss on his cheek, and that-

wow. That was unexpected. He visibly flusters a moment, just kind of staring at her before looking away. Lea licks his lips, subconsciously, and shakes his head.]

No, come on. Can't let you freeze like that. I've got more layers than you, I'll be fine.

[leans over to wrap it around her again, because really, she's the one baring the most skin, here.]

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[She doesn't think anything of leaning so close, of what it may or may not let him see, but the way he reacts - it would be impossible to miss that. Even in the dimness of the car he might catch her smiling. It was a little out of character for her but worth the effort.

Baring skin is sort of a given with a dress but she bites at her bottom lip as he gets close. She could kiss him. She could try.

... No, let's be honest, Namine can't do that.]

Lea.

[His name comes out while he's still near, she wants to tell him, at least. But that would make it awkward, wouldn't it?]

I -

[The words are caught up in her throat, suspended.]

Huh?

[sort of grunts it as he's tucking the blanket around her, aware of how close they really are. She's not quite so...fragile-seeming as she used to be, at least physically. Namine has always had a surprisingly strong spirit, despite however she might look. Back when he'd first met her, it seemed like a stiff wind could blow her away she was so dainty. Now - well she's still sort of dainty, but there's definitely more weight to her, she's a little taller, more...solid, with a physical strength that more closely matches that spiritual one.

Lea turns to look at her, not having pulled back all the way, not quite - and their faces are perhaps closer than he realized. Somehow, he never noticed before just how sensual her lips were...]

[A strong enough spirit to endure, though learning how to turn that into action, into controlling her own life had been a challenge. And even though she could accomplish that somehow it's difficult to just lean forward a bit more.

Words probably wouldn't do her any good and she's only kissed one other person, she might be bad at this if not a bit awkward.

But if she could live through Marluxia, Namine can do this.

It certainly isn't the most award winning kiss. Much like her the press of their lips is gentle and calm, with the faintest hints of restrained emotion behind it.]

[he's just sort of - frozen in place when her lips meet his, not even breathing. It's like his brain hasn't quite caught up with what's happened yet, stunned. He'd - never have expected that.

Though it's not like it's unpleasant. Her lips are soft - warm, uncompromisingly gentle though it's like he can feel something simmering just beneath the surface. For one, tense moment it's like they're both hanging on some kind of precipice.

And then he falls, closing his eyes and kissing her back just as gently.]

[She wouldn't have expected it of herself five minutes ago.

It occurs to Namine to pull away, to refuse to let this drag out awkwardly and maybe cover it up with a stilted apology. She's already thinking up excuses as it occurs to her that breathing is a necessary function. And then Lea is kissing back, creating an unbelievable feeling in her chest, in every inch of her.

Though still a little hesitant, Namine lets one hand rest on his shoulder, leaning closer and falling into the rhythm of it.

This is really happening. Huh.]

[his own hand cups her cheek automatically, gently, holding her steady as the kiss continues. She tastes - sweet, actually. Most people really have no taste, but she does, just a hint of it.

He can feel his pulse pounding in his chest, and it still feels pretty surreal. Namine kissed him, he's kissing back, and somehow he thinks he doesn't want it to stop. After several moments of the first kiss, he has to pause, gasping slightly for breath but staying close. The position isn't entirely comfortable - leaning over the center console, bracing himself on one arm.]

Namine...

[it's not quite enough to discourage him from finding her lips again, kissing more firmly this time.]

[Breathing is a very useful mechanism, one that returns some blood and formation to her brain. This is the right moment and after doing something like that admitting how she feels couldn't possibly be difficult.

And yet when he says her name there isn't a chance in hell that she would turn away from him.

Their slightly cramped environment is kind of a problem, yes, but she wonders if it's really acceptable to get closer. But if they keep going like this the both of them are going to end up unfairly sore, and Namine doesn't want that. She also doesn't want to stop kissing.]

Lea, can I?

[She moves forward a little, in that cautious way that means she isn't expecting him to say yes, does not want to immediately invade his space. The seat can only fit one person but if she's in his lap, then ...]

Yeah-

[it's not hard to guess what she's asking, and he takes one more kiss from her before he moves back to the passenger seat. Grabbing for the lever at the side, he pushes the back halfway down to make more room for her before he reaches to help tug her closer.

When she's settled in his lap, he realizes that- this could potentially become a problem later. She's practically situated right over his crotch, and even in the dim light he can't help but notice the way her dress rides up her thighs a little. His hands have already found them, sliding up her legs before resting at her waist.

Lea's eyes travel upward, tracing along her curves, lingering a moment at the way her breasts rise and fall with her breathing. Her slender throat leads to her somewhat more delicate features framed by her pale blonde hair.

She looks...she feels so much more like a woman and less like a young girl, now.

He licks his lips, then leans in to press his lips gently to her throat.]

[Ignoring the jump in her skin, the way she bites the inside of her cheek gently, trying to look calm when she certainly isn't, Namine waits, is careful with situating herself on him. She's still too thin a girl but that doesn't keep her from worrying.

Still, Lea isn't the only one looking, and as his hands rest on her waist, hers travel easily along his chest, fingers mapping out the geography of him, trying to burn it all into her memory. Idly one hand drifts over where his heart should beat and it occurs to her to smile a little, for whatever reason.

Unfortunately that expression fades naturally with the press of his lips in such a delicate places. Her voice shifts, becomes both heavy and thin with a soft] Ah!

[As if she should have guessed his next move and what it would do to her. But there was no such thing as preparing. One hand rests on his shoulder, the other slips easily through his red hair. For the record, it feels the way she had always thought it would.]

[where it does beat now - he's pretty sure she can feel it thundering there when she touches him. It's getting kind of hard to ignore now, the way his pulse rings in his ears.

He makes a soft, pleased noise when she slides a hand in his hair. That's always been a particularly favorite sensation of his. Lea pulls her a little closer, nuzzles her chin up and leaves more fluttering kisses along her neck before nipping lightly at her earlobe. Sure, she's light - dainty still, almost, but it's not as if she doesn't have a little spice to her that he thinks she can't appreciate a light scraping of teeth on her skin.

With his nose brushing her throat, he picks up on her scent better. She smells warm, vaguely flowery with a faint hint of feminine musk.

It's...intoxicating, really.]

[She can, and that along with everything else is leaving an impression on her. The idea that she can help cause such a reaction in him is unspeakable, it's perfect.

Namine lets him move her, as long as she's allowed to keep her pleased little smile, twisting red strands through her fingers harmlessly, allowing herself to be expressive and ignoring how embarrassing it should be. Small as she may be, unimposing and gentle, Namine isn't lacking in her own needs and she's more than appreciative of that decision. Her voice rises from gentle, surprised panting to substantial moans, though quiet and barely controlled on her part.

Moving the hand that has rested over his heart, Namine adjusts, closing whatever faint little distance was left between their forms. It amazes her a bit how comfortable it feels, especially considering how different they are.]

[Lea feels his pulse pick up again when she presses fully against him, his arms tightening around her for a moment. Angling her head gently, he finds her lips again, pressing more into the kiss before deepening it. Her taste makes him groan again, tongue sliding gently into her mouth.

If he runs a little warm normally, he must surely feel like a furnace to her now. It's suddenly almost too hot in the car, especially with her pressed so close. But it's gonna take a little more than that to get him to pull back from her now.

One hand slides up her thigh, slowly, slipping just under her skirt.]

...how far are we taking this?

[She hums in approval, more than happy to let their tongues move together, hot and slow only because she doesn't want it to end anytime soon. Her nerves have faded and while not brimming with confidence even Namine can listen to her own body and his.

It works out well since, as Lea has likely realized by now, Namine is a little bit colder than normal, the downsides of her usual outfit. Even through his clothes she loves how hot he is, if only because it is a wonderful excuse to stay this way should it come down to that.

He can still think clearly enough for something like that, which is both impressive and slightly nerve wracking.]

All the way to the end? If you want to.

[It certainly isn't a decision she can make on her own but she might as well be blunt.]

Just checking.

[murmurs it against her neck, distracting her from his real intent, which is sliding both hands under her dress. Warm fingertips stroke gently at her skin for a moment before he pulls back, stripping her of her dress in one fluid motion.

Lea tosses it into the driver's seat, let's his gaze slide over her. It only lasts a few moments before he's leaning in again, pressing his lips to newly bared skin.

As his hands stroke at her thighs, he starts to notice that his pants are becoming... uncomfortably tight.]

[And to think she was so concerned about saying that much.

Her dress comes off quicker and easier than she could have ever anticipated and so in less than a few seconds Namine has two scraps of clothing left to her body. So much for trusting that fabric, it was clearly unreliable.

There is a slight hitch in her breath, the realization that he is seeing more of her than anyone else ever has. Of course it is a little scary but more then that Namine is quietly thrilled, her fingers tugging at his clothes, aiming to get them off. It isn't fair for him to have so much on when she has so little and there is only one way to fix that.

With surprising composure one hand eases between their bodies to snap open the button of his pants. If they're uncomfortable then they aren't useful anymore.]

[he's just gotten to the top of her breasts, still hidden by the delicate lace of her bra, when he finally relinquishes his shit. He shrugs out of it as fast as possible, exhaling as the cooler air hits his heated skin. Now they're a little more even.

Lea pushes one strap off her shoulder before he realizes she's going for his pants. With a light groan, he shifts his hips, spreading his legs wider in encouragement. He doesn't quite help her out, assuming she'll get to it on her own time. Just hopefully it'll be before his cock gets fully hard and those pants become unbearable.

In the meanwhile, fingertips trace her skin, teasing between her breasts, over her stomach, up her thighs...somehow with her dress off it seems like there's more of her. More to touch, to hold onto.

For the first time - and more because he's never really thought about it much before - he realizes that she's really...beautiful.]

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Heading off to bed, will pick up tomorrow! o/

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