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The Public Sex Meme

This is for all you people out there who like a bit of a thrill. Does the thought of getting caught at any moment turn you on? Well, this meme is the one for you!

Taken from memebells on lj. Trigger warning for what's below the cut!

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1) The Beach. You're at the beach and it's strangely deserted...you're with someone you love. What will you do to pass the time?

2) A car. You've taken a relaxing night-time drive with your partner. Now you're parked in a deserted area watching the sun go down. You're all alone in an enclosed area and the other person is looking extremely attractive tonight.

3) A plane. You're on your way for a romantic vacation with your partner. But what happens when you can't wait until you get off the plane? Well, there's a small bathroom....

4) Parents/relatives house. You're staying with your parents or other relatives for the weekend. You don't know why but the fact that you're in the same house as a relative and could get caught in the act any time is really turning you on. (Let's hope you don't get caught *cringe*)

5) A strangers property. You have no idea whose house this is but right now you don't really care. The only thing you're concentrating on is you and that other lucky person. A barn? Inside the house? It doesn't matter, you want them.

6) A changing room. Well, let's just say you both got bored trying on clothes and you'd rather take them off each other instead. In an enclosed area of course.

7) Restaurant restroom. The food was amazing, now for desert. Maybe you're on a first date and you hit it off with the person or maybe you just can't wait until you get home. Either way you find yourself in the rest room.

8) Fairground/theme park. Ahh the wonders of a carnival. Again, maybe it's your first date and you're on the Ferris wheel. Chances have it may just break down when you're right at the top. What are you going to do to pass the time until they can get you down?

9) Woods/Forest. Remember that time when you said you would never ever have sex against a tree? No? Okay then....

10) On a stage. Even if there's no one watching you,being on a stage gives you the feeling of an audience. Maybe it's your thing, a fantasy that you've always had. Well, now's your chance to fulfil it.

11) Your choice. A combination of the above or make up your own! I'm sure there's plenty of other interesting things you could play out!

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"I'm really not," Q assured her, turning the phone towards her. "I don't make a habit of being nice just for the fun of it." He tapped the 'Play' button in the middle of the screen, and the recorded image began talking, moving, occasionally overlaid by Q's voice. Personally, he felt his original opinion still held up: that Hermione looked quite pretty on the recording. As the short video ended, he glanced at her, waiting for her opinion.

Hermione leaned in, casting a critical eye on the phone as it played the video of her pleading not to be recorded. She was always surprised by the way her hair looked and how her voice sounded, and she managed not to wince at it throughout.

"I still think I'm rather plain, at best," she started, but then paused when she looked up at Q, not expecting her face to be quite so close to his. After a moment, she blinked and leaned back a little. "Sorry. I didn't realize I was in your personal space."

"No, it's all right," Q said quietly. He reached out and touched her cheek gently, then leaned in to kiss her. It wasn't much of a kiss, to be entirely honest; a bit dry and awkward, but there was certainly enthusiasm behind it.

Hermione could only widen her eyes when she realized that Q was closing the distance between them. His lips touched hers, and instinct demanded she close her eyes and lean into the kiss, but she soon stopped herself, backing away and blinking at him. "You just kissed me," she murmured. "... in Ron's closet."

"Sorry," Q said, not sounding particularly sorry in the least, but certainly willing to make the overtures if it was necessary. His lips lifted slightly in a wry smile. "Would you rather I kissed you somewhere else?"

"This is hardly the best place to do it," Hermione commented matter-of-factly. Ron's closet wasn't exactly the most romantic if locales, but she doubted that Q was necessarily going for romance. "But you don't sound any more sorry than I am."

"I'm not actually sorry," Q admitted frankly, glad that Hermione wasn't angry and also not sorry about the kiss. "So should we move elsewhere? Because I'd like to do that again."

Though she was a bit hesitant, Hermione eventually glanced around and murmured, "I suppose just about anyplace would be better for this sort of thing than here. Since you seem to be eager for a repeat performance."

Edited 2013-05-27 04:21 (UTC)

"We could go to the room I'm staying in," Q offered. He wasn't sure which of the elder Weasley brothers it belonged to, but it was neat and the bed was certainly big enough to hold both of them. Rising to his feet, he held out his hand to her.

The thought of them retreating into a room together made color rise to her cheeks, but she still took his hand, rising to her feet. "I hope the family doesn't come back anytime soon," she murmured, only to shut up once she realized that she'd just implied they'd be doing anything more than kissing.

Q grinned at her. "I hope so, too." He ducked down and grabbed a couple of the magazines as well (for further inspection at a later time, of course) and led Hermione out of Ron's room and down the stairs. There were an awful lot of them in the Burrow, but eventually Q located the room he was staying in, and pushed the door open, gesturing grandly for Hermione to go in first.

Hermione blinked when he grabbed up a few of the magazines, frowning disapprovingly but saying nothing. She just hoped he didn't need them to make her attractive to him.

It wasn't until she stepped into the room he was using that she turned to look up at him, gesturing to the magazines in his hand. "Dare I ask what you brought those along for?"

"Research," Q replied with the utmost seriousness, tossing them on the desk without so much as another look. "If I'm learning about the magical world, I'd like to learn about all the facets of it."

Including, it seemed, Hermione's personal facets. He closed the distance between them and ducked his head, pressing his mouth to hers as his hands came up to cup her chin, fingers curling along her cheeks.

Hermione looked as though she didn't believe that for a moment, but before she could say any such thing, his lips were on hers again, and she found that that was much nicer than arguing over some dirty magazines. Reaching up, she clasped her hands over the nape of his neck, holding him close as she leaned in towards the kiss, slowly returning it.

His hands moved back and curled into her hair as he tilted his head somewhat, feeling the warmth and weight of her against him. She felt warm and soft against him, her lips were gentle, and she smelled nice. He hummed quietly, pleased, and pulled her a little closer.

When he pulled her in closer, Hermione hesitated, not sure if the Weasley house was really the appropriate place to be doing this sort of thing. But short of dragging him back to her parents' house, this would be the only real chance she got with Q, and so she eventually moved in closer, fingers twining in his hair as she allowed herself to part her lips and deepen the kiss.

The Weasleys' house was, in fact, not the most appropriate place to be doing this. As Hermione had ascertained, though, he wasn't likely to go back to her parents', and they hardly had the time to go to his flat in London. So the logical conclusion was to ... snog here.

Which he intended to do, enthusiastically. Parting his lips in turn, he kissed her deeply, teeth catching gently at her lower lip, pulling it lightly and then sucking on it.

She was almost surprised by how gold of a kisser Q was. Hermione had always imagined him as being too involved in his work to spare much time for romance, so she wasn't going to press it now. Especially not with him working over her lips like that.

Moaning softly into the kiss, she's found herself pressing tight against him, inadvertently leading him in the general direction of the bed, even though she would have never done such a thing on purpose. Clearly.

Well, the bed was right there, and if they just happened to be wandering that way, then what else could they do about it? He stepped back a few more paces until his knees hit the edge of it, and sat down, pulling Hermione down with him.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, not wanting to fall into his lap. But then she remembered that they were alone, and they'd be alone for a while yet, and so she carefully sat on his lap, trying not to pull too far away from the kiss as she did so.

Q curled his arms around her as she sank into his lap, pulling her closer. They were going to be alone for some time, and he intended to take full advantage of that fact. He shifted a little so Hermione was more comfortably settled on his thin legs, and let his tongue slip out to press against her lips invitingly.

Hermione was quite comfortable as it was, and she was trying to keep from relaxing too much, since she wanted to be able to spring to her feet in case someone came by the house. But Q was doing his utmost to keep her distracted, and feeling his tongue against her lips, she hesitated for only a moment before letting him. She parted her lips, her own tongue coming out to meet his, smiling just a little as she got more settled in what they were doing.

Q hummed against her mouth, pleased, and pressed his tongue more firmly into her mouth. She tasted vaguely sweet, like the aftertaste of tea, and he decided that was a flavor he quite liked. He shifted back to lean against the wall, pulling Hermione with him, settling down for the long haul. One hand moved down from her hair along her arm, finally hooking around her waist.

Hermione quite enjoyed his method of kissing; he wasn't overly enthusiastic or sloppy about it, allowing her to settle into a slow, easy pace. She tensed only a little when he moved them back, but it was easier to lean against him this way, to relax as she gently kissed him back, lightly pressing her body against his.

When she tensed, he quickly analyzed what was wrong with the situation. Did she not like the pulling? Some women didn't care for that. But she was still kissing him, so he supposed she didn't mind it all that much. As she pushed herself against him, he let a hand slide up her back to press her even closer, languidly exploring her mouth and body.