The Marriage Life Meme

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marriage life meme
(condensed version)

rules:
* post with your character's name and series in the comment title along with any preferences or notes.
* taggers, go to RNG and roll between 1 and 3, or choose one of the prompt selections down below.
* head back to RNG or go there if you haven't already and roll between 1 and 5, or choose a prompt of your own.
* play out the sequences relevant to that of a married lifestyle.

1. proposal {
1. park - you've been planning this proposal for awhile and have taken your sweetheart to a nice secluded area in the park. are they going to say yes or leave you in the dust?

2. house - dimmed lights, candles, home made dinner. it's obvious you've fixed yourself up for something tonight. let's see if your lover catches on before the question is popped.

3. public event - perhaps you're one who wants to gain a lot of attention; maybe your significant other doesn't as much. either way, this goes from writing their message in the sky with an airplane to something like a flash mob ensemble with others involved.

4. restaurant - nothing romantic like taking them out somewhere ritzy and hiding the rings in that glass of expensive wine.

5. car - you've driven them somewhere nostalgic or meaningful either to you or each other, or perhaps just a good view overlooking the city cause maybe you had no other idea how to do it or couldn't afford anything else.

2. marriage {
1. traditional - both parties have agreed and said yes, and everything goes well just like in the fairy tales you've always dreamed of.

2. arranged - you had no say so in this but somebody else like your parents did. you've never seen this person before until you walk down the aisle. what are your thoughts? are you nervous? what if you two don't get along? looks like you have to deal with it either way. enjoy?

3. elope - nothing fancy. you know, they do make drive thru chapels or perhaps you're just going to experience the excitement of meeting up at the court. all and all, it doesn't matter, just so you have your sweetheart to yourself.

4. shotgun - congrats, somebody is pregnant. there's only one more thing left to do now..

5. disaster - looks like somebody forgot the rings! never mind the fact the maid of honor is having a wardrobe malfunction or that soon to be father in law is causing a scene of some sort.

3. after marriage {
1. honeymoon night - self explanatory! come on, you know what this means. it just wouldn't be the same without this option.

2. new addition - it could be a pregnancy or bringing home a new child, or something as simple as a new pet goldfish.

3. house purchase - after months of living in a trashy apartment, you're both about to sign the dotted line and move into your new place.

4. argument - deep, relationship sort of arguments or something petty like who drank all the milk; it's up to you!

5. divorce - somebody has had enough of this and is ready to move on. how will it all go down?

Comments

[aviophobia]

[Though McCoy definitely returns the kiss, his hands don't stop their work. There's the tunic, the belt, the undershirt. He murmurs against Jim's mouth, firm but affectionate.]

Arms up for a second.

[captaincocksure]

[Jim pulls away with no small amount of reluctance. For once it's not all born from giving up this kiss; he's dropped all pretense that he's anything but weary and in pain, as happy as he is. He raises his arms stiffly so McCoy can finish what he's doing.]

[aviophobia]

[As soon as the undershirt's off, McCoy coaxes Jim's arms back down, brushing over the stiff muscles gently and nudging him back towards the bed.]

It'll be easier to get these - [his pants] - off if you're sitting.

[captaincocksure]

[Jim nods. He takes a moment to unfasten his pants, and then he backs toward the bed. He perches on the edge, bracing himself with a hand until he's seated.

He's tired, stiff. Still a bit emotional. But the look he fixes McCoy with is full of mischief and desire.]

[aviophobia]

[McCoy kneels between his husband's legs (god, that thought - it still makes him smile) and reaches up to hook his fingers into Jim's trousers, slowly pulling them down. He gently urges each foot up to get the pants off, then sets them aside when they're off.]

Lie back.

[captaincocksure]

[Jim favors him with a crooked smile, much more at ease now that he's not standing, moving. He eases himself back, sprawling out with a contented murmur.]

[aviophobia]

[Once the pants are off and Jim is comfortable, McCoy settles himself and presses kisses to the inside of Jim's thigh, working his way up along the firmly muscled skin. Every breath gets a noseful of Jim's scent, which he'll need to get used to, since he'll be smelling it for the rest of his life.

Amazing.]

[captaincocksure]

[Jim gasps softly, settling back into the bed. He shivers a little at those kisses up his leg--it's a tease but he savors the feel of it, the building excitement.

When his husband's--God, his husband's--head is within reach, Jim's fingers slip into his hair.]

[aviophobia]

[McCoy hums quietly at the feel of Jim's fingers in his hair as his mouth finds the captain's balls, teasing at them, working his way up along the shaft and lapping at the skin there.]

[captaincocksure]

[Jim lets out a heated groan, his head falling back, hands grasping at the comforter and McCoy's hair. He's nearly grateful for the cracked ribs, knowing otherwise he'd be far too tempted to arch up, press his hips up into all that teasing. Instead he murmurs softly, closing his eyes.]

[aviophobia]

[McCoy is secretly grateful for them too, because it means Jim won't be quite so twitchy during this. He finally makes his way up to the head of Jim's cock and then, with one movement, takes him nearly all the way down his throat.]

[captaincocksure]

Oh, Jesus--

[Jim shudders, breath catching before coming out in a deep groan. He lets go of McCoy's hair because he knows he'll pull hard enough to hurt; that hand joins the other in fisting the comforter instead, hands white-knuckled on either side of his body.]

[aviophobia]

[McCoy mutters something that might be you tell 'em, but it's all muffled by his mouthful of cock. He pulls up, sucking at the head, then dips down again, starting a slow, regular rhythm that allows him to occasionally hollow his cheeks, giving Jim extra friction and tightness.]

[captaincocksure]

[It's an unusual position for Jim to be in, having no other choice than to lie still, be patient and compliant. He can't say he's got any complaints; removing his usual impatience and insistence on being right in the middle of things forces him to savor each moment, let each sensation wash over him.

And God, do they feel good--especially those moments where he can feel extra suction, his husband's mouth tighter around him. He groans, head tipping back by degrees, eyes closed.]

...I love you.

[aviophobia]

[And that - that, more than anything - is what gets McCoy to moan around his mouthful, his voice vibrating down through Jim's shaft and his shoulders shuddering slightly. He pulls up, lapping at the head, and looks at Jim for a moment. There's so much he wants to say, so much he wants to tell him, but he doesn't think they make words big enough. Instead, he just swallows Jim whole again, trying to make what he wants to say clear through his actions.]

[captaincocksure]

[The renewed physical attention is mindblowing enough--Jim shudders as he's taken deep again, McCoy's mouth hot and wet around him--but the emotion he feels behind it... well, it'd bring him to his knees if he wasn't already flat on his back. It tears something loose in him, a new heated rush of feeling paired with the warmth of arousal. He starts to squirm, breath coming in short gasps, body tightening as the pressure builds low in his body.]

[aviophobia]

[It's amazing, he thinks, how well he can know someone's body; how he knows what each moan, each gasp, each shiver of Jim's muscles means. This means he likes it, this means he doesn't. This means he wants Leonard to keep going, and this means ...

He's getting close.

McCoy moans again, sucking faster, his tongue laving around Jim's shaft as his hand moves to cup his balls, playing with them.]

[captaincocksure]

[It's amazing to Jim, too, somewhere in that very small part of his mind still clinging to rational thought, that someone can know his body so well. That McCoy can know just the right rhythm, pressure, touches, to turn "close" to "being dragged over the edge".

Which is what happens shortly. The feel of Bones' mouth engulfing him, the drag of his tongue against sensitive skin, the pressure, they draw him closer and closer to release. But then McCoy's hand is cupping his balls, feeling them and moving them and it feels so good, he can't hold back any longer.

His orgasm streaks down his body, making him shudder helplessly, body arching as he starts to spill into McCoy's mouth. His body bows, spine curling, head thrown back as he cries out.]

[aviophobia]

[Leonard pushes himself as far down as he can, swallowing every drop of Jim's release, while part of his brain watches, makes notes, checks angle of neck and torsion of back versus the injuries the captain has accrued, makes sure that nothing he's doing is going to hurt him further. He doesn't want Jim to go back to the hospital wing on their wedding night.

When he's taken it all, he sits back on his heels, wiping a stray drop from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.]

Good start, huh.

[captaincocksure]

[There's a tiny flail of arms, and Jim lets out a breathless noise of assent somewhere between a moan and a laugh. Usually he'd be gasping for air, trying to pull himself back together, but sucking down huge breaths is not an option with cracked ribs. He feels like he can't quite get his breath back in just yet; it sustains that floaty, just-came-so-hard-my-vision-blurred feeling.

He gets a few more of those shallow breaths in, and he tries speaking again.]

...Oh, God, yeah.

[aviophobia]

[Leonard comes up next to him, leaning on one elbow, then leans down and kisses Jim.]

Happy wedding day.

[captaincocksure]

[Jim grins up at him, eyes bright.]

And to you.

...So how about your happy ending?

[aviophobia]

You're in no form to do anything to anyone, kid. Give yourself some time to heal first.

[captaincocksure]

No, no, I can--

[He tries to prop himself up on his elbows, but he winces, sucking in a breath, and he has to lie down again.]

...I can do something, I'm sure I can.

[aviophobia]

You can enjoy your afterglow on your wedding night. It's okay. I'll wait.