It's time for everyone's worst nightmare. You're about to make the hanky panky with your boo but the unthinkable happens: y'all screw up. Like, you screw too I guess, but mostly you screw up. One of you gets hurt, you get stuck in your clothes, an interloper appears... Basically, no matter what you do, you can't get it on.
• BUT WHO WAS PHONE You're doing your best to spend some quality time together but something (or someone) keeps interrupting you. Someone has come to visit. Someone keeps calling you. A pet decides that right now is the perfect time for cuddles. • THAT LOOKS LIKE IT HURTS You fell off the bed. Or hit your head. Or you've been trying out something kinky and found out you can't handle pain so that paddle hurts. Hope you don't have too bad an injury, pal. • I SWEAR THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE Whether this is an all-the-time problem or you just gave yourself a case of whiskey dick, you can't get in the mood. This goes for persons with bajingos as well - maybe you're just not feeling it no matter how hard you try. Maybe try again tomorrow? • SPANISH FLEA PLAYS IN THE BG Your friendly 'wow, what?' option. Call out the wrong name? Can't stop bickering and ruin the mood? The bed broke? You can't get your shirt off? Your underwire stabbed you in the boob? Someone called the cops?
As always, these are just suggestions. Make up anything you want, as long as you're having fun!
"Wait... just hold on a min... I'm on it," Loki rambles as he tries to untangle himself. He had been too quick and too eager and now he's stuck trying to get his shirt off. While it doesn't seem like it should be a problem, most humans doesn't have wings to deal with. Wings that are usually tucked away but for some reason wasn't cooperating. It hurt a lot to have them squeezed and tangled like they were. He was profoundly embarrassed. He might not have mentioned the part of him having wings to his partner for the night. He could barely look at him.
Clover hadn't exactly made his intentions subtle, and between that and Qrow's own propensity for recklessly charging into his own fast (usually brief - okay, one and done, if he's honest) relationships... it was only a matter of time before the two of them wound up in the soldier's private residence in the barracks, losing clothes.
Regardless of Qrow's own abundant negative feelings about the military, Clover Ebi cut a hell of a figure in his fitted white uniform, and more importantly - the guy was inexplicably into him? Not to mention holy fuck his tongue felt good and it was slowly dawning on Qrow that he was very much not drunk anymore because he could feel his skin.
In lieu of a very embarrassing whimper, Qrow cast a glance over Clover's broad shoulder, towards the very dorm-sized bed that he was seeing for the first time. He forced a chuckle, but the skepticism in his tone was very real. "Really? Ace Ops don't rank high enough for a real bed?"
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