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Make Love to Me

MAKE LOVE TO ME
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:

Make love to me.
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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[shall we?]

[Ghost sex ftw! ;) Set us up?]

[Gladly :)]

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."

(ooc: Hi? These two are complicated af, so what are your thoughts?)

[They stumble into it in a lot of ways. Sometimes it's Crowley, feeling in the mood for closeness and deciding it's going to be now and put your book down, angel, don't worry about what page you're on. Sometimes, more rarely, it's Aziraphale, wanting the same thing and always more delicate about it, with that gentle fussing and fretting until the demon realises what he's after.

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?

{hi! Complicated is one good word for them. I can see them being emotionally or adrenaline charged. You?]

(I'm pretty sure he's always emotionally charged, some way or another. But yes, this seems legit. Canon-divergent post-TROS something-or-other?)

[ Aziraphale has always been a creature made for waffling, indecision, and for self imposed ideals of what constitutes appropriate behavior, some of it by nature of being an angel of Heaven, some of it simply by his own. For as much as he's learned and changed, some things are just intrinsic to his nature, but they've all managed to get on by.

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.

[Heh well that is very true as well isn't he? I like it. I'm all for canon divergent of that for sure!]

[Alright, so... after saving her, he just passes out for a while but he's ultimately fine. Probably a little out of it at first, so maybe we just go to wherever they moved to safety from there and let him slowly remember that she kissed him before he passed out and see where it goes? They'd probably still be riding on a lot of mutual "You're not dead!" energy even if it's a little bit later.]

[I like that idea for him, used up his strength and energy but yes ffwd a bit, both recuperating and things coming back to him. I could see her not leaving his side unless ordered lol The shock of all the other stuff could hit them in waves etc... I like it!]

[ M/F and F/F are both welcome. No underage and no castmates -- afhdjhsd, I love them in general but not for ships/smut. ]

His memory of most of the past couple days isn't the clearest. He remembers fighting alongside her in Palpatine's cave. He remembers saving her. He remembers that he needed a lot of support from her to get out of there between injuries and having nearly all of the energy drained out of him, and he remembers spending a lot of time between then and now asleep on the ship she led him to. He remembers she's been nearby every time he's woken up.

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.]

It had been a worrisome few days. They told her that he would be alright and needed to rest but it didn't stop her from being concerned. Rey took some time to clean up and change her clothes, promising to rest more herself if she could keep watch by his side. She didn't want him to wake up to a stranger.

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.

He actually felt awake this time, which was a good bit different from every time before, when it felt like all he really wanted to do was go back to sleep again. He'd so thoroughly drained his energy... not that he would ever regret it. Spending a few days more exhausted than he had ever been in his life was an easy price to pay for Rey being alive and well.

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.

Rey felt content and warm, like the sun was beating down nicely on her and it was quiet. She smiled and it felt like the breeze was slight against her hair and she reached up to touch it....

***

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.

He leaned his face into her touch, bringing his hand to cover hers and keep it there. It seemed strange, her staying with him like this and being so openly concerned about him. Such a contrast to so many of their prior interactions.

"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.

... Oh.

['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.

Rey's thumb stroked his cheek gently as she watched him, his hand warm against her own. She felt such relief, and happiness that he seemed well now. But she could sense concern? confusion? in him but that was understandable too.

"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.

"I'm alright," he tells her, and he means it. He's tired, but recovering. Injured, but healing. Most importantly, he feels more comfortable in his own skin than he has in quite a long time.

"Where are we?"

"It's good to hear. You probably need to rest a bit more, but they say you're healing pretty well." Rey kept her hand on his face but moved it a little so she could stroke his hair at his temple and smiled at him.

"On Ajon Kloss. Well one of the med ships here. It's been a few days now."

He supposes it makes sense that she was quite so worried if he's been asleep for so much of multiple days. Though given how thoroughly drained of energy he had been, maybe he should be more surprised that it's only been that long.

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?

[ Aziraphale holds his nearly empty glass of wine as he waits for Crowley to actually answer, and there's still a couple of seconds before his drunken mind actually processes the words from the demon.

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.

Edited 2020-01-19 21:13 (UTC)

"I'm still tired too so take it easy okay?" she said with a smile. Rey sat up a little bit, but stay close, their voices not too loud so they'd carry beyond the two of them. She looked confused for a moment at his question but then realised what he meant. "They... the med droids and one of our medics who looks out for us. It was them to make sure you were actually doing okay. Don't worry, you're alright here." Rey leaned over and kissed him on the corner of the mouth. "if you need anything, let me know."

She hadn't said it in so many words, but he knew she meant the Resistance, or whatever was left of it after that last battle. People who, other than her, had a lot of reason to hate him. He believed her when she said he was alright. She wouldn't lie about that, and clearly they had been watching over him during this time. What he didn't understand was the reasons for it.

"Why is the Resistance taking care of me?"

Rey had wanted him to get stronger first, before starting to talk about the reality of things but she also didn't want to lie to him either. She could feel the worry in him. Not so much fear but she couldn't blame him, being with them with the others given the past.

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.

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