The Morning After Meme

[shocksock]

morning after






┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme
→ COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE.
→ PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND HIT UP RNG (01-10), OR CHOOSE A SCENE OF YOUR OWN.
→ PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY.
( keep in mind that sexual scenarios are the basis of this meme! please enter with caution )
┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the scenarios

① BREAKFAST IN BED;
your partner is up and about -- maybe dressed, maybe not -- and in the kitchen. what are they making you? could it be... grilled cheese?

② HIT ME BABY;
they're such a peaceful sleeper. a peaceful, sexy sleeper. actually there's too much of that sleeping happening. why don't you wake the up, world's kindest alarm?

③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED;
you wake up to find they're rummaging about for their clothes, about to leave. why the rush, can't you convince them to stay?

④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER;
and the evening, maybe even the morning after after... hours have passed but you just can't leave each other! or maybe one of you just won't...

⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL;
there's a tiger in the closet, a baby in the bathroom, and a total stranger curled up beside you. who is this person beside you, smelling of tequila and regret? do they know any more about what, or who, went down than you do?

⑥ WET AND WILD;
don't feel too lonely waking up by yourself -- the shower's on and the sound of water falling is mighty inviting. why don't you get cleaned up -- or down and dirty all over again?

⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE;
sleep? what is this sleep thing you speak of? dawn's breaking and neither of you have gotten a wink, or want one. who's ready for round xxx?

⑧ A BITTER PILL;
turns out the reason you scored wasn't your sparkling wit and magnetic confidence. your partner had an ulterior motive -- they already knew it and you're about to. recon? revenge? rebound? tag and find out, if you can handle the truth!

⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE;
that sleepy person in your living room had a great night -- with your roommate. well, might as well get to know each other while you're both there, right? ... right?

⑩ WILD CARD;
roll more than once and combine scenarios, choose your favorite, or make up your own!

Comments

[man_with_no_name]

[It isn't as bad as he thought it was, but it still leaves him...uneasy. No sense of the Earth beneath him, no feel at all. Well, except her bein' close - which isn't at all objectionable. Adequate compensation, certainly.]

[He slips off the blindfold, looking around and squinting in the sudden sunlight.]

Surprised you didn't turn me 'round three times and double back, some.

[She must really not want him turning back up. Well, he can't rightly blame her, under the circumstances.]

[deadlock_diva]

[ That's the problem. She might not mind him turning back up, but in case he gets a wild hair that she should be in prison, she'd rather the police not turn up, either. This way, it solves both problems: Complicated feelings and personal safety. ]

Could've. But I'd rather you didn't lose your breakfast.

[ She sits up and rolls her shoulders before placing her hands back on the handlebars. ]

It's about an hour ride. Maybe half that if you're in a hurry.

[man_with_no_name]

[And like hell is he going to let her think he can't take it. He considers what she was saying, and nodded.]

I can stand to be in a hurry.

[Bring it on, Ashe.]

[deadlock_diva]

[ Ooh. See that smirk, Tex? You see it? Hope you're ready for a wild ride. ]

Thirty minutes.

[ She gives his arms a little tug as though she needs to remind him to hold on and then revs the engine, taking her sweet time getting started before they bolt forward.

Without as many twists and turns, it's much easier to push her bike as fast as it can possibly go across the long stretch of desert and just beyond the canyon. She makes a daring jump, which feels more like gliding from one side of a steep incline to the other. Eventually, they reach the old run-down road that was once Route-66, and she guns it forward. ]

Holdin' up okay back there?

[man_with_no_name]

[For we are all sinners in the hands of an angry God...]

I'm doin' just fine.

[It's a very simple, stupid lie. This is faster than he's ever traveled - because this is a man who hasn't ridden a train since the 1960s, and has never seen the inside of an airplane. A car, once. Once. When 'Studebaker' was still a word people said.]

[He's going to just do his best not to actually see the road.]

[deadlock_diva]

[ Clearly, he needs to broaden his horizons.

After another good ten minutes of insane speeds, they reach the outskirts of the town and she finally slows the bike, coming to a stop. ]

Here we are. Little faster than horseback, I'd say.

[man_with_no_name]

[He let go of her - with a small measure of reluctance, he found - and stood up. And didn't fall down. Though there was a measure of getting his land legs back under him. Damn thing was like a carnival ride, but worse.]

Mite bit, I can admit that much.

[deadlock_diva]

[ She watches him with an amused, if not slightly smug smile. Uncomfortable, Tex? ]

Bless your heart.. You gonna make it, sugar?

[man_with_no_name]

[He does, momentarily, give her a look that is part 'listen here' and also part wishing she wasn't quite as clever as she was.]

[Well, for a moment, anyways. Her nature of being a fiery fox is entirely the appeal.]

Yeah, I'll live just fine.

[deadlock_diva]

Good.

[ She arches an eyebrow, fully prepared to take whatever listen here talk he threw at her, but evidently, he changed his mind. A shame, really. ]

Guess I'll be seein' you, then. Good luck findin' your man.

[man_with_no_name]

[He tipped his hat to her, slowly turning to head into town. Then he stopped, turning back.]

For what it's worth? Spendin' the morning with you's pretty nice. Fer the record.

[deadlock_diva]

[ She pauses, giving him a small half-smile. ]

Don't be gettin' yourself shot and we'll do it again sometime.

[ After a quick wave, she revs up the engine and then whips the bike around, speeding off toward home. She figures it's probably best that they go their separate ways, but a small part of her dares to hope that their paths will cross again. ]