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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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[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.]

Edited 2012-11-24 08:01 (UTC)

[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.]

[A little more, and as more comes off, Lea might catch a satisfied smile on her face, even if it is a little brief.

She will, right now there is a definite art form to touching him through the fabric without dislodging herself from his lap or bumping into a part of the car. He is still warmer than her and Namine adores the heat, the fingers of her still free hand tracing over his chest and stomach just to feel.

Namine has always known he was gorgeous from the moment they first met. The only thing that has changed in the intricacies, the little specifics of it. He has gone from unattainable, far off and so hot that he becomes cold all over again, to something deeper and stable and no less untamed. He is fundamentally different from her and it's fascinated her, yanked her closer whether she wanted that or not.

Right now she certainly wants it. Lea teases and Namine shivers, the only reason she doesn't ask for more is because she wouldn't know how to.]

[the efforts of her hands draw soft, appreciative little grunts and hisses from his lips. Once or twice his hips buck slightly, clearly seeking out more of that wonderful friction.

He's been noticing her more lately, and not just because they've been spening a little more time together recently. It was first in the way she moved - more sure of herself, but it'd been something about the way her hips swung that he'd first noticed. A day or two later she'd turned around, and he'd noticed the softness of her lips, her hair slipping from one bare shoulder. Then it'd been the line of her neck...and just earlier that day he'd found himself flicking his eyes to her breasts. It hadn't really been that he'd really dwelt on it much, but the fact that she'd grown into her more womanly figure certainly hadn't escaped his notice.

There's an ease about her as well. Even if no small part of him still feels guilty for what was done to her, she has a warmth of her own that he finds soothing to be near.

Right now, though, she's anything but soothing, mostly naked on his lap and rubbing his arousal through his pants.

Lea gives her a heated look, slides his hands around her back to finger the clasp of her bra.]

Can I?

[There is a rush of pleasure, pure excitement beating through her chest when she hears that. It doesn't occur to Namine to tease, her first reaction is to give more and so that is what she does, focusing on his responses and getting an idea of what he wants, what he likes.

Said changes don't register to Namine by the simple virtue that one is hardly aware of their own change. Of course her confidence has grown in strides but that was inevitable. But remaining gentle and kind, only stern when absolutely needed and preferring simplicity are inherent traits. Ones that she had figured weren't appealing to him but it is so good to be proved wrong.

Soothing can wait until a later time, they've got the whole night. Maybe more.]

Yes.

[One honest and simple word as she unzips his pants, tugs at them with both hands. Her bra for his pants, that is the trade off.]

[that seems a fair enough trade to him, so he fiddles with the clasp for a couple of moments until he works it off before wiggling his hips to help her tug his pants down. He groans, his half hard cock finally freed from its clothed confines. Much better.

Her bra comes next as he pulls it carefully away from her, sliding the straps down off her arms and tossing it over to join her dress. Lea feels his mouth go a little dry as he looks at her, soft pink nipples standing out against her creamy skin. Almost like he doesn't believe she's real, he slides his hand up her stomach, fingertips brushing the curve of one breast before cupping it gently in his palm. It feels...heavy, but her skin is so soft as he rubs his thumb over the nipple, rubbing it until the little nub hardens.

Her skin almost seems to glow in the soft light filtering in the windows, giving her a near ethereal look. His eyes slide over her, catch her pale blue ones, and he feels like he must be in some kind of trance as his fingertips brush her lips.]

...you're beautiful...

[Now they are even enough. She is letting her fingers ease over his hips, touching firmly but carefully, as if it would even be minutely possible for her to hurt him in some way.

She stops to get her arms out of the straps, and is only slightly surprised to see the look on his face, mostly visible despite the lighting in the parking lot. Of course she is a little nervous, but up until now the excitement has kept her going. But Namine can practically feel his eyes on her, it's strange and nerve wracking, still she lets him look, allows him to touch. It feels incomparably good, just being touched by someone else. By him, really.]

Lea!

[His name comes out in a soft, weighted little moan, almost too quiet and kept between the two of them. She leans into his touch, one hand coming to rest over his, letting him touch her lips but as he gives her that compliment she eases her fingers through his threading them together before she turns slightly to kiss the palm of his hand. She won't tell him he's wrong, she takes the compliment gratefully, the effect of it showing clearest in her eyes. Touching, seeing, feeling each other is visceral, it's partially driven by instinct, but to hear something like that is thoroughly governed by emotion. It means so much to her.

Without looking away from his eyes, Namine allows her other hand to touch his cock, wrapping loosely to stroke him almost too carefully. It could be considered teasing if she actually had enough experience or brain power for such a thing.]

[his breath hitches very obviously as she touches him, and it only takes that light touch for him to roll his hips into her hand. He echoes her gasp a moment ago with a breathy version of her name, his hand cupping her cheek to bring her closer for another searing kiss. Heat is rapidly collecting between his legs now, coiling tighter, faster, as she continues to touch him. He'll be fully hard for her in no time, at this rate.

But he's trying to tell himself to be patient. She's already said that they'll see the whole thing through - hopefully that holds true still, but he wants to take his time with her anyway. Granted, the front seat of a car isn't exactly the easiest way to do that, but still.

Lea trails his lips down from hers, moving lightly over her jaw, to her throat, and then lower...

...he leans her back gently. Their height difference doesn't really make this easy, but it's not so great that they can't make it work. Warm kisses and light scraping of teeth move down her chest, tracing over the top of the other breast. His lips find that soft pink nipple, and close around it warmly with a soft hum.]

[There isn't anything quite like causing such a response, hearing how different her name sounds when he says it. Her heart has never beat so fiercely, strong enough to flood her ears and drown everything out. They kiss and Namine slows her hand a bit, tries to keep from getting ahead of herself.

And then lower, enough to make her aware of what they're doing all over again. Namine follows his direction though it means she has to let go of his cock for the time being. Lea does a wonderful job of distracting her, drawing out heavy, excited little gasps.

Knowing what may happen does not prepare one for the full effect of it. Namine groans, is overtly aware of how she sounds, how different her voice is, but can't think on it too hard. Instead she tugs at his hair with more force, but nowhere near enough to truly hurt.

He's really going to be the death of her but Namine doesn't mind.]

[the loss of her touch on his cock is just a small sacrifice for the little noises she's making as he suckles carefully at her breast. Namine could pull at his hair until it does hurt and he wouldn't mind - in fact he'd probably encourage it. After all, what's pleasure without a little bit of pain, right?

Still, he tries to be gentle with her. Lea takes more of her breast into his mouth, tongue laving around the nipple to draw more of those moans from her. Eventually he releases her, kissing over to her other one before repeating the same treatment. From here it's almost like he can feel her heart and how furiously it's beating, just from the brushes of his lips and skin against hers. His fingers press firmly against her, holding her securely in his arms while he teases.

Finally he lets her go, cock throbbing for attention and eager to move along. He gives her a somewhat smug, if not smoldering look as he pulls her forward again, cupping one cheek to bring her in for one more kiss.]

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

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