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Make Love to Me
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You're with your significant other or crush and, for you two, it's an affectionate moment. Or, perhaps, an emotionally charged one in some regard. You're kissing, caressing, getting hot and heavy - or perhaps just being quiet together, sitting next to each other with one of your heads on the other's shoulder, falling off to sleep, watching a movie, or getting finished with a date. The possibilities are endless! One thing's for sure, though, your partner's about to tell you something. Request something of you, more accurately: Even if you've had sex before, this phrasing has a certain connotation to it that it'd be impossible to miss. It's not just physical pleasure; they're serious. They want to be something with you. Is that what you want? Can you give them that? If you've not had sex, the words are even weightier.No one could blame you for getting nervous or excited. Are you ready for all of this - emotionally and physically? Will you take it slow, jump right in...or not take it anywhere at all? |
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Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA
nell vance [crain] - haunting of hill house - f/m
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Ernest looked at Nellie the moment she uttered those four words. Make love to me. Quite a difficult request to refuse, knowing how they've both been without affection and intimacy for so long. He gave her a gentle smile while resting his hand on hers, but he didn't initiate it just yet.
"I hardly even remember how it feels. We've both been floating between the world of the living and the dead for years.. But I can't say no." He squeezed her hand gently. "I care so much about you, Nellie."
Rey / Star Wars / ota
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SPOILER WARNING applies to this whole thread
Re: SPOILER WARNING applies to this whole thread
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It's no different this time. When he wakes up, the first thing he sees is her.
[ooc: Left open so she could be watching him or also sleeping or puttering around doing whatever that just happens to be near wherever he fell asleep. Whatever works.]
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She'd managed to eat a bit and came back to his bedside but after some time, had fallen asleep in her chair next to him. Rey had leaned over so she was resting on the edge of the bed, her face creased with lines of slight worry even in sleep.
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He rolled to his side to face her more fully, reaching out a hand to very gently brush a bit of hair off of her face. He didn't want to wake her--she almost certainly needed the rest, too--but he couldn't help risking that light touch.
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Blinking her eyes slowly Rey smiled and reached up to place her hand on the one close to her face. Then the realisation made her sit up a little as she was being watched. "Ben!" she whispered, her hand moving to cup his cheek. "You're awake. Dont worry, you're going to be okay." Her eyes watered in front of him, this time in happiness. She was afraid to move or breath for fear that this was another dream.
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"You're the one who's worried," he couldn't help pointing out. He wasn't much concerned about himself, though he was aware she was right about him recovering and was glad for it. But mostly he was happy to see that she was safe. That he had succeeded in saving her.
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"Yes perhaps a little." An understatement. "How do you feel, all things considered? Do you need anything?" She knew that once the others found him awake, they would have a barrage of questions, and more than likely issues with him being there, but Rey was just glad they were away from Exegol.
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"Where are we?"
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"On Ajon Kloss. Well one of the med ships here. It's been a few days now."
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Though his mind latches onto something else in what she said. "They?" He's been aware they aren't alone here. He's seen other people around in the times he's been aware. But who, exactly?
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"Why is the Resistance taking care of me?"
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She looked at him, glancing around the room before turning back to him. "Because you were hurt and needed it. And mostly because I wouldn't leave without you and told them as much. They don't want to lose their best fighter after all," she said with a grin.
Yennefer | Witcher (Netflix) | ota
Cassia Andor | Rogue One | OTA
taako. — the adventure zone
Jake Pentecost | Pacific Rim: Uprising | m/f & m/m
Ernest Baldwin | Silent Hill 2: Born from a Wish | m/f
Alph | Luminous Arc | M/F
Essa Erso-Andor | Rogue One OC | OTA
Nico Acosta | OC | M/F
Evie Montgomery | OC | OTA
Galo Thymos | Promare | M/M
Nico Moreno | OC | M/F
Grace Callahan | OC | F/M
Aziraphale | Good Omens (show) | (Crowley only, any version)
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He's grown used to teasing out the threads, of getting to the point, but they've been drinking for four hours and flirting outrageously for two of them and he's said something sappy and incredibly complimentary about the colour of Aziraphale's eyes--
('Blue, but not just blue, it's like... sunrise blue. Fresh arctic blue. The kind of colour they were thinking about Upstairs when they came up with it in the first place.'}
--and he'd said that.
And Crowley's chin promptly slides out of his hand and he spills a little of his wine over the table.]
I'm sssorry?
it comes back to me
In this case, the alcohol definitely helps.
It's not that it's something novel or new, and the angel has bouts of acting what could be considered out of his usual character, every so often. But the thought had arised in his mind, as he watched his beloved demon speak, lazily and pleasant and swimming on the copious amounts of wine they've had. And for all the flirting, for all the teasing and the sweet words, the angel watched as the demon drunkenly stumbled through loving and fond comments about the angel's eyes and he just felt so utterly, completely, madly in love.
So the words came out before he was entirely aware, which is definitely not to say he didn't mean them. He's also not too worried about it. Again - the alcohol helps. ]
I said... [ Though he lingers for a moment, stops, takes a generous sip of the rest of his wine, and then takes a second to clear his throat. ]
...I would like you to make love to me.
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['Oh', says Crowley, and he finds very suddenly that his tongue feels stuck to the roof of his mouth and his heart is doing an odd fluttery thing in his chest, and he feels utterly ridiculous about the entire thing.
He clears his throat pointedly and lifts his glass for another dainty sip of wine which drains the glass with peculiar swiftness.]
Yes, that's what I thought you said. [The demon continues, all too aware of just how drunk he is in a way that he certainly wasn't before.] Erm.
[ ... erm ... ]
Okay. I mean-- yeah, I can do that. Don't see why not.
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It's not that it'd be the first time. It's not the first time Aziraphale metaphorically puts his foot forward. But it's so absolutely rare that he's so brazen about it.
Watching Crowley with an almost sleepy stare, he seems to get some semblance of self awareness for a moment. ]
We don't--we don't have to.
Oh, wassat inap--in- [ Wait, he can do it.] N'- was that too much? M' sorry, dear.
Elsa | Frozen