seven minutes in heaven meme.

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RULES • Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom. • RNG for a number between 1-10 to get your scenario. Mix and match! • Have fun!

SCENARIOS 01) One In A Million | The other person is the only reason you agreed to play this game and now you have them right where you've hoped for all night! Get it, tiger. 02) Not My Type | This is hella awkward. Is it their voice? Attitude? Appearance? You just don't want those lips anywhere near yours. Seven Minutes In Heaven, more like Seven Minutes Of Nope. 03) Seventy Minutes | You're so involved in smooching that neither of you notices the door has been locked and everyone else has left the room! Not until it's too late. 04) Unrequited | Tell them how you feel (so many! emotions!!). Even if you're a little too enthusiastic and your love is unrequited you still have seven minutes of smooching to do, as per game rules. You can't fail! 05) Seconds and Thirds | Some self-proclaimed funny man outside upped the stakes and now a third party has been shoved inside with the two of you. Make the most of it! (Three-way threads ahoy!) 06) Taken | One of you has a significant other and your seven minutes are spent smooching anyway. Oops. 07) Strangers in the Hangers | Hello there, Good Looking. Where has this hottie been all night? Who cares, now they're yours! 08) Long Lost Smooches | You haven't seen them in forever and didn't know they were going to be here tonight. Resolve that UST! 09) Party Pooper | One of those involved is upset because of #PartyShit and now they're trapped in a closet after getting dragged into playing a game they tried to avoid. Cheer them up? With kisses? Good plan. 10) Get A Room | Your seven minutes are up but neither of you wants to stop. Relocate to a spare room!

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[vampirella]

( the joke does earn a laugh, low and a little raspy. ) College kids, maybe not. But they've been playing this game since the 1800s, I'd be more surprised if humans stopped making excuses to suck face in a closet.

( if anything, it is the least annoying way humans are predictable. Carmilla can respect their desire for intimacy. it's about the only thing she's even remotely inspired by after three centuries. well, maybe that's not fair, but it's certainly her only interest that doesn't tip too far into the morally gray to be socially reprehensible.

she can tell Jessica doesn't really know what to do with herself. it's... cute. though it does make her wonder, ) We don't have to anything. As long as these lackwits don't bust the door down, they'll never know the difference. ( it's not at all a suggestion that she doesn't want to or won't, she's mostly curious as to what the reaction will be. is she nervous because she's not interested and feels put on the spot, or... is she curious and she doesn't quite know what to do with herself? )

[queenishly]

The 1800s, really? Wouldn't it have been a little... [She means risque, or something like it. Given her uneven, homeschooled education, most of what she knows about periods of history comes from the vampires she knows that lived them, and the 1800s are her Maker's time, so repressed and kind of boring.

She shrugs, feeling completely lame, and pushes her hair back behind her ear to give herself a moment to think.] I'm not... not into playing. I'm a very good sport. [Sometimes.] And, y'know. You seem...

[Gorgeous, hot, self-assured, worldly, totally not what Jess is used to and totally kissable. She's curious. She's just woefully inexperienced.]

[vampirella]

Sure. That was half the fun. ( it was most certainly untoward and unseemly behavior, and half of why chaperones were needed in the first place. teenagers would be teenagers, whether they were born in the 20th century or the 18th. history didn't like to admit that even the most repressed of generations still had their fair share of sexual exploration. it was just done in secret instead of openly. done for necessity, instead of an extremely cliche party game.

her eyebrow lifts at the unfinished sentence, wondering what the end of it might have been, though not enough to ask for details. it's dark in the closet, because of course it is, but the light creeping in under the door is enough that she can see what she's doing. enough that she can find Jessica's hand without really needing to search for it, twining their fingers together as she moves closer. she's clearly taking the idea that Jessica is a good sport to heart. )

Have you ever kissed another girl? ( her voice is a low murmur, but she's curious, not judgmental. look, not just everyone had three centuries of practice with the same sex, it's fair enough to ask! and truth be told, Carmilla has always liked to be a girl's first. )

[queenishly]

I guess, yeah. [Two things Jessica is still getting used to: unseemly behavior and teenagers being teenagers. Thanks, human dad; honestly, thanks, vampire dad. She's not a total innocent but she's certainly inexperienced. In most things.

She lets Carmilla take her hand, trying not to laugh nervously and seem totally pathetic.]

I, uh. No.

[Look, up until she was turned she was taught that being anything but straight was a one-way ticket to hell. Now she's either already damned, never going to die, or not bound by that 'cause hell is make-believe, and all of her not-straight friends are pretty sure that based on how she stares at girls sometimes she's not straight either, so no time like the present to get started on that, right?]

[vampirella]

( human dads being the worst is such a sad vampire constant. what is that about? Carmilla doesn't think much about hers at this point, he's been dead longer than he actually had a chance at parenting. not that he bothered to do much of that even when he had the opportunity. she doesn't think that selling her like livestock to a baron to further the family name counts as parenting.

nerves are fine as long as they're not inspired by dread. it's been a long, long time, but there was a time she felt the same, her first time with someone society had told her she was not allowed to want. Mircalla feels almost like a different person, now, and yet she still remembers what it was like to be on the other side of that equation. it makes her a little softer, a little warmer, than she usually presents. she remembers what it's like to be unsettled and maybe a little scared of what you want.

and she's determined to make the prospect less scary for Jessica, if she ever has a next time. )

It's not that different, ( she promises, and while she'd much rather kiss a girl it's not to say she's never kissed a guy. she knows what it's like. they're very close, now, and the hand that isn't twined with Jessica's sneaks behind her neck instead to invite her to bow her head a little. Carmilla presents far more intimidating than her 5'3 frame would suggest, but faced with someone taller, it makes it a little more obvious how small she actually is. she's going to have to tiptoe this one, and she does to be able to reach, using the hand at the nape of Jessica's neck to help lift her closer and pull them together at the same time. the kiss isn't particularly pressurized at first, almost lazy. inviting Jessica to do what she wants with it. )

[queenishly]

[Honestly, there's not a vampire Jessica has met that doesn't have a tragic backstory. Happy people don't wind up in situations that lead to being turned.

The only dread here is dread of messing it up somehow, which is something that seems likely. She's honestly surprised that Carmilla's being this cool with her, considering how often she's been the dumb rube among her fellow vampires. This is much, much better than that.]

Yeah?

[She briefly considers stepping out of her shoes to make their heights a little more even, but that would be too weird. Instead she hums and leans in, humming encouragingly. She parts her lips, hopefully inviting.]

[vampirella]

( surprisingly enough, Carmilla is actually pretty gentle with baby fangs. it reminds her of when she was still teething, how scared and lost she'd felt. she'd had Mattie to guide her, at least eventually, once she clawed her way out of the Vordenberg dungeon. without her sister, she doubts she'd have ever made it past fifty. (she's not particularly willing to consider how much Maman protected her, she's too pentulant.) besides, supernaturals have to look out for other supernaturals, right? they've got enough persecution for being undead, without squabbling amongst the ranks.

yeah, there's no good way to lose the shoes without making it weird. that's one of the downfalls of making out in a closet, instead of something more horizontal. Carmilla pretends not to be quite valiantly but she is a little sensitive about her height, being catered to would probably only annoy her. having to work a little bit for a kiss isn't so bad, though — and the result is just needing to lean closer, press to Jessica for support to keep her balance, which is a delightful consequence of the mismatch.

she doesn't need too much encouragement at this point, though the charming little hums like a happy little bird certainly don't hurt. Carmilla smiles, a slow and sultry little thing, felt more than seen as she takes the invitation offered to explore the taste of Jessica's mouth. )

[queenishly]

[Jessica appreciates this; she's gotten guidance from older vampires, sure, but they usually end up getting annoyed with her, usually pretty quickly if they're at all cool. Carmilla's attitude is refreshing, honestly.

She returns that smile, tangling one hand in Carmilla's hair to keep her close. She likes hands in her hair, so hopefully Carmilla feels the same? She's not pushing, she's not insisting, she just wants to suggest it.]

Yeah?

[She's not too proud to ask for encouragement.]

[vampirella]

( Carmilla is admittedly vain and puts a lot of effort into her hair. in 9 out of 10 instances, it should not be touched, as her tousled curls are too charming to tolerate having them trampled. there is exactly one exception to this rule, and Jessica has found herself smack dab in the middle of it.

because she likes to have her hair played with, especially by a pretty girl, especially one she is kissing. turns out Carmilla is more like the demon cat form she occasionally skulks around in than she'd like to admit. some gentle petting is always appreciated mid makeout. and maybe during cuddling. not that she cuddles!!! if anyone accused her of liking to cuddle, she'd deny it. )

Yeah, ( she agrees with half a laugh, tilting just slightly toward the touch but not willing to part from cherry red lips. she does take that invitation to tuck dark-tipped fingers into Jessica's hair, too, winding just a little as she pulls her a little closer. the red of her hair is nearly as tempting as the red of her mouth. )

[queenishly]

[It's not unexpected, but that touch still makes Jessica's knees go a little weak. She's kind of not used to partners who reciprocate fully, which isn't a judgment on them, just -- misguided chivalry or something from human guys who can't figure out how much she can take.

This is good. This is really good.]

[vampirella]

( human males have a terrible tendency of being disappointing. and that's not just because Carmilla much prefers the female side of the field (though that plays a part). she doesn't want to be treated like she's delicate or fragile, and she's not inclined to treat anyone else like that, either.

tiptoes are a precarious perch, granted. the seconds blend and it's hard to tell how much of their seven minutes are even left, though really, that says a lot about how good the kiss is. one you can get lost in, one that seems like a moment no matter how long lips touch and how bad they burn when you pull away.

and Carmilla's do, when she pulls back for a scant amount of breath. because, while vampiric, sometimes her lungs just insist on it. maybe for old times sake. )

Gotta say you don't kiss like a first timer, cutie. ( which is to say, even with plenty of experience behind her, she's impressed. )

[queenishly]

[Jessica giggles, sounding sort of breathless herself. That's a resounding bit of praise, and she sure does like knowing she's doing a good job.]

Lucky you, I guess?

[She isn't really sure what to say beyond that. She thinks about saying Carmilla is good at kissing, too, but that seems too immature.]

[vampirella]

Knowing my usual luck with this game, absolutely.

( there's far too many fratboys out there for her liking. this would have been a much different situation if she was stuck in here with one of those. probably a lot more crying. and maybe some bleeding. a beautiful girl that's curious and eager? absolutely a lucky draw, considering the fish in the sea just on the other side of the door. )

If you ever feel like experimenting again... ( it's a suggestion paired with a quick kiss, a cat like twist of a smile pressed between them, ) Let me know.

[queenishly]

[Jessica's eyebrow goes all the way up.]

Letting. I mean, there's bedrooms and stuff upstairs, if you...?

[This is totally too forward oh god.]

[vampirella]

( look, Jess, you've found exactly the right audience for being forward. Carmilla is surprised, in she wasn't expecting a girl who was so shy and uncertain to be willing to dive that deep right away.

she's not complaining, though. she tilts down, giving the arch required of being tiptoe a slight break. )

I have a better idea. Let's lose the lackwits and go somewhere a drunken frat boy can't interrupt us. ( Carmilla is not a sharer. she isn't inclined to start now. )

[queenishly]

[Look, what's the point of living forever if you don't do something with it? After having such a ridiculously sheltered human life, Jessica is doing her very best to remedy that.

She leans back a little and raises an eyebrow. Intriguing.]

You have someplace in mind?

[vampirella]

( well, Jessica, she's here to support you in leaning into as much delightful debauchery as you are inclined to partake in. delightful debauchery might as well be her middle name. if only it was an anagram of Mircalla, or it might be! )

Sure. My place. ( she gives a strand of red gold one last tug, before she pulls her hands back to herself. ) Want to?

( she's got a way to get them there, though she does at least have the decency to ask first. )

[queenishly]

[Pardon this overly-excited grin.] That sounds awesome.

[She's not going to say anything more than that, lest she mess it up somehow. But she's enthusiastic to say the least.]