Gonna make you love yourself even if it kills the both of us

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The Kissing Scars Meme

Despite the romanticism surrounding the emotion, it can be difficult to be loved completely — not just the beautiful parts of us, but also the sad parts, the injured parts, the hidden and less-than-pleasant parts. There are marks on us, both physical and mental, that we'd often rather forget. The mental ones can just be easier to hide. As for physical scars, they can be off of our minds some of the time, but that's exceedingly hard to do in more intimate, close moments. Whether it's to your dismay or otherwise, your partner is not looking away and ignoring your scars. To the contrary, they're providing attention in a way most heavily associated with tenderness: kissing. It may be an accidental slip off target, or they may be trying to show you that what you've done and who you've been don't matter to them now. Does the gesture touch you? Make the walls come up once again because of the memories that are dredged from somewhere you'd rather no go? A mixture of both? The wound has long closed, yet the pains remains; these days, however, there's someone who may be willing to help you bear it. Reply with the usual: canon, character, preferences, et al. You may also want to say if you're down for smut or not, since it's not a given. Be sure to include what side you'd like your character to play. Mention if you can do both the kisser and the kissed. Also, feel free to talk about your character's scars. Reply to others.

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[stopstaring]

[Oh. It's that easy, is it. Leave it to her to complicate it.

He nears her and as his forehead rests to hers, she feels herself blush all over again. It's instinctive for her to press touch against him.]

...You didn't want me to keep it on? It doesn't feel very heavy, but I guess it's a little cumbersome.

[prearcadian]

[his mouth tugs a bit in spite of himself.]

Keep it, don't keep it...I did say you're driving right now, didn't I?

[but he can't kiss at her neck with that on, can he? though if she's interested in other things, that's just as well.

his eyes flick open to meet hers.]

Whatever you pick is right for right now.

[stopstaring]

I... didn't know what your preferences were.

[That's the simplest way to put it. She wants to make him happy. She doesn't personally have any preferences. Well, that's what she'd like to say. Truthfully, she's quite satisfied having as little as possible in the way. What better way to be close to him, after all?

Her flush darkens when his gaze finds hers and she averts her own for some moments. Her hands lift from him, tracing over where gold hugs her neck until she finds the back and with some care, she manages to remove it to carefully place it aside. Without a doubt, there'll be a pile of gold there eventually. Might not be the most orderly pile, but it'll be a pile for sure.]

[prearcadian]

[getting her to color like that makes his stomach flip, and he can feel his groin ache all the more as she exposes her bare neck. that's something he's never gotten to before, so he's not wasting the opportunity to draw in close, kissing at her neck on one side, cradling the other with a hand, trailing indulgent kisses down near her collarbone.

he just can't be a passive player, it seems, so while his ears are still open to hear any commands he has for her, he's already wrapping his other arm around her to pull her up closer against him, his erection aching with painful need as what little space between them is just heat.]

[stopstaring]

[One kiss is all that's needed to draw a soft sound from her. The others he rests along her tempt her and entice, leaving her heart hammering in her chest. He draws her against him and for just a moment, she endures a shudder. Just one before she she forces it back down.

Her hands lift and slide into his hair, holding him gently against her. Her head dips to bury the tip of her nose into it. She's already told him she's missed him. Holding him like so, cradling him against her, she's reminded of it intensely. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, doesn't it.]

[prearcadian]

[between that little sound and the electricity that comes from feeling his fingers in his hair, Harlock can't help but groan and relent to the impulse of bucking against her and pulling her closer to himself, his breath coming out in a hot huff against her neck before he can bite down. he's not so subtle as she is - he leaves marks, but he punctuates it with a gentler kiss after the fact. it's as close to an apology as such an unapologetic guy can muster, especially when she's got him stirred up and so stimulated as he is.]

[stopstaring]

[Harlock has absolutely no shame. Never has. It's not a surprise at all that he feels he can be so open. It's also his room. His ship. In the back of her mind, she wonders if any of his crew could even hear. Probably... not? Hopefully not. If he wanted to avoid ribbing, he wouldn't with anything too much of a spectacle.

She can just picture of huddle of people with their ears pressed up against a door.

Teeth press into soft skin and she tenses against him. It forces the subsequent curve in her body as he pulls her all the closer. His hips again and unmistakable erection leave her aching as she shifts against him. Her hands grip in his hair before she forces them to relent.

The biting is good, she decides. But how to--]

You... c-can do that more, if you'd like.

[Oh, like that. She's breathy and stirred. Aroused. Very receptive.]

[prearcadian]

[his chest tightens, hearing that, and he wastes no time in complying. she's so soft, warm...he likes the way it feels when she breathes out and his tongue is on her throat.

the tug of her fingers in his mess of hair keeps sending tickling electricity down his neck - it feels really good.

he gradually eases down on his back, taking her with him. it's easier to grind like this, stoking up the both of them while relishing the weight of her pressing down on him. the press of her breasts...yeah, that's good, too.]

[stopstaring]

[He's intentionally provoking her. He draws her back down with him, racing pulse, occasional throb each time he presses hips against hers. She has to pause for just a sliver of a moment every time he does. It doesn't take him much to scatter sensation up along her with the promise of more.

Afraid of the words that might come out or any other little confessions she might release, Olivia distracts herself with her touch against him. A hand remains in his hair, twisting locks of brown about slender digits. Her other lets him indulge a few moments longer before she dips her head to press another kiss upon him. That too, is a distraction from the softened moan she stifles between them. It's embarrassing to let him hear, but she can let him feel his effect on her. To know that his efforts aren't for nothing.]

[prearcadian]

[that sound against his mouth drives him wild; he rolls his hips up against her and holds it for a moment longer before settling back. it hurts now, but she's not going anywhere, and if she can endure this, so can he.

mostly. kind of. look, he can't help it if his fingers slip under her scant clothing; they already know it's got to go.

when their mouths part again, Harlock is...besotted, flushed and heavy-lidded, voice husky between heavier breaths.]

I need you bad, Olivia. Real bad.

[stopstaring]

[She hears him plainly. It's a voice she loves to hear. It's not a tone he uses all the time, but whenever he does, whenever he even marginally gets close to using it, she's caught up in him. As if it were even possible for her to be so more.

Olivia lifts just enough to assess him. His expression. She's as flushed as he is. Her hands trace along his arms until she can find his and with a careful pull of fingers about his wrists, she guides his palms and hold up along her, over curves of skin and fabric alike, to show him where he can pull and unbind to free her.

She wants to tease him. A part of her does, anyway. She doesn't feel courageous enough to do so. After having been apart for so long, perhaps his reaction is to be expected. And hers. Of course she wants him. A need...? Yes, she supposes that, too.]

[prearcadian]

[he grasps and smooths his hold on her while she guides him, catching on after a few blind attempts to free her out of her clothes, excited to feel some of it fall away on him. peeling fabric away from her hips and bottom, he grasps and presses her to him again, the friction half a tease and half a relief - or at least the promise of relief, anyway.]

Never...needed anyone...as bad as you-!

[stopstaring]

[As his hands distract themselves with her, she uses her own to remove the accents that adorn her arms, sheer, light fabric, and more of that cumbersome jewellery that she's almost never seen without. In hindsight, them getting so wrapped up in one another the way they have has not been the most conducive to stripping down.

—They'll get to it when they get to it. And isn't that what they're doing now?

Her breath catches again. Eyebrows knit together as she struggles to piece herself together again. He's just too much, even in his complimentary state. She's given up on making anything orderly. That just doesn't matter anymore. Her hands press to his chest, fingers curling in against him, just the ever slight threat of her nails upon his skin.]

If you keep that up... [She's breathless. He leaves her stunningly breathless.] ...I w-won't be able to stop blushing...

[prearcadian]

[at that, he can manage a crooked smile.]

Looks good on you...real good, hh. [his teeth grit as he sucks in a breath through his teeth, chest rising up to meet the taunt of her nails.] C'mon--

Sorry for the wait, friendo. I'm leaving on holiday tomorrow and have been getting prepared to go!

[stopstaring]

[...Except he'd say anything looks good on her. Anything and nothing, at that. She knows him. That's just how he is. Harlock is incredibly biased. That's not necessarily a crime, however.

He sounds so breathy like so. That sweet little murmur that drops from him. Just hearing him coerces a little shudder right up along her. He can hold her all he pleases, but even she knows to get to what he wants, he can't do that infinitely. Snaking fingertips along him, she loosens his hold just enough that she can lift herself to tug at his trousers. Given how apparent he is, that just can't be comfortable.]

...Of course you would say that...

[But her look softens. She'll forgive him for having such a kind outlook on her. Dexterous fingertips—a dancer's fingertips—pluck at buckle and fastener.]

no worries at all <3 kinda hectic over here too

[prearcadian]

What-- [he puffs, more preoccupied with getting the trousers down than a clever rebuttal, but hey, he tries:] Callin me...predictable?

[ah, who cares about banter. he exhales with some relief at finally being able to free up his erection. he still aches, but nowhere near as bad under cover like that. his head flops back on the mattress for a bit moment, gripping at her thighs and letting out another long puff of air. hoo.]

I'M OFFICIALLY BACK FROM MY HOLIDAY and as a result, am very... belatedly tagging this.

[stopstaring]

[Is he predictable? No. Never. Not really at all. At least if he is, Olivia has yet to pick up on it.] ...That's not... [She shakes her head at him, lifting a hand to draw a curtain of pink behind her ear. But her words, her protests, stop there. She has just the moment to eye him. To really admire him. To really look and take him in.

It's enough to make her feel incredibly faint. All of their time apart has led up to this, has it? She draws in a breath, as if she means to compose herself, though in many ways it nearly drops right back out of her. Holding her lower lip beneath her teeth, nails threaten right atop his chest, splaying as she makes herself comfortable.]

If... if you ask nicely, I'll let you have me.

[Harlock doesn't actually have to ask. She'll let him have her anyway, but she wonders if she can push him. If she can taunt him. If she can press him. If he's missed her half as much as she's missed him.]

\o/!!! WELCOME BACK

[prearcadian]

[he laughs in his next breath, drawing in the next one just as quickly to rise up for her open palms. it takes a lot of self control to keep his hands still, to let her call the shots before just having his way with her... damn, he really wants to get her in a tizzy, get his hands on her softest spaces, hear her whimpers...

but there's a kind of delight in denying himself that, in giving her the control she's not often keen on taking for herself.

ask nicely, huh? he licks his lips, purses them in a moment of thought, and gives it a shot:] Olivia...if you'd be so kind... [he's already cracking, unable to keep a straight, sincere face.] ...as to have your way with me, and let me ravish you?

Thank you!! ♥♥♥♥

[stopstaring]

[This is a serious moment. Okay. It's supposed to be a serious moment. But honestly, the moment Harlock starts to grin, Olivia can't help but reflect the very same curl in her mouth. That's probably a good thing. It distracts her from being too nervous about getting to be in that position of empowerment.

Honestly, she doesn't hate being able to have those kinds of reactions from him either. He might be teasing her, but he's humouring her. He's playing along. It's very sweet, which probably isn't the way she should put that when she's lingering near hardened erection that she knows she'll eventually be climbing right atop of.]

You're teasing me. [She whines at him, though it seems to be very playful in turn. A hand lowers to rest atop the curve of his hip and she pinches lightly before she withdraws just enough to fiddle with her own complicated leggings. She notes to herself to maybe not dress in her dancer wear when she's around him. She'll have to find something... more easy. For them both.]

You have to at least try, Harlock. Y-you can do better than that. I know you can. Don't you want to make me happy? [That'll get him.]

[prearcadian]

[he laughs, flinching a little at the pinch just to play along, and holds up his hands in innocence. or the best he can muster, being him.]

Haa? What's that? [is that how she's playing it? he squints, still grinning, then presses his palms together prayerfully.]

More than you know, miss! This is me trying! [but if she's gonna take the gloves off and play a line like don't you want to make me happy?, then he's gonna meet might with might. no free wins in this bedroom - all's fair.

so his hands part so he can prop himself up on his elbows, sitting upright while she's fussing with her leggings, waiting for her to react and catch his eye. when she does, his tone softens along with his smile - more sultry than silly, but sincere in the eyes.]

I want to see you freely indulge. Whatever you want, however you want. This body of mine is yours for the taking, Olivia. You don't even need to ask...you just have to do.

[stopstaring]

[He's still teasing. At least she thinks he is. Even as he shifts, she's still somewhat distracted by her garb, realising that she doesn't have to remove all of it. She loves to be pressed against him with nothing in between, but they have time for that. That can always come later. As such, she adjusts her leggings only as much as is necessary.

It's when she realises that he's placed his attention on her so intently that she does simply settle right atop his lap, careful about how she's situated. His words threaten a shiver that she deliberately forces to stay in the small of her back. It leaves her tingling, which eventually gives way to a pleasant numbing sensation.]

O-oh... If you say it like that...

[She flushes deeply, drawing her gaze aside for some moments as she draws in a deep breath.]

It's e-embarrassing. It shouldn't be, but it is...

[prearcadian]

[his expression warms to something fonder, letting out a breath in a little puff through his nose. it's very cute when she turns almost as pink as her hair...almost like Mimay glowing gold when she drinks!]

I'm sure it'll get old quick if I say it enough, huh?

[stopstaring]

Y-you're not really going to do that, are you?

[Just to keep him from doing so, Olivia leans forward to gently rest fingertips atop his mouth. That's a little brazen of her, she supposes. Normally she allows him to say whatever he pleases. Maybe she just doesn't want to tempt fate.

Pressing her forehead to his, she only adjusts her fingertips when she presses her lips against his momentarily.]

...Please d-don't fluster me so much.

[It's murmured right up along his mouth. He always prods her intentionally. He always antagonises her.]

[prearcadian]

Mmh-- [he accepts her mouth eagerly, his smirking successfully smothered. his fingers curl and clutch at the bedding beneath them for want to grasp her.

softly:] Your wish...is my command. As I said.

[stopstaring]

[There's just a beat of thought before she lowers a hand to trace up along one of his. Right over the wrist before she carefully lifts it indicatively.]

...Would... you please put your hands on me? I... like your hands very much. [It's hard for her to say such things, but he'll want to hear them. How can he know if she doesn't tell him? Just saying it, however, makes her heart hammer within her chest and they're simply words. That's ridiculous.]

You don't have to if you don't want to. Just— [No. She doesn't need to give an excuse as to why she likes it.]