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bakerstreet2021-10-16 11:54 am
meemingly) wrote in bakerstreet2021-10-16 11:54 am
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the morning after the texts from last night...
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→ 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 )
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→ 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 )
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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;
③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED;
④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER;
⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL;
⑥ WET AND WILD;
⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE;
⑧ A BITTER PILL;
⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE;
⑩ WILD CARD;
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!
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[Moments of pure passion were fleeting for him. By the time his mind caught up with the rest of him, he reached a moment to catch his breath and thought about how hectic the past night had been. It wasn't as if they hadn't taken breaks in the midst of the evening but he couldn't say his mind wandered from Mona before then.
He wasn't sure if their bad taste in flirting got worse with drinks but between the two of them, Ban figured they made up for it by being pent-up and eager to get the better of the other.
The bed beneath them creaked with brief finality, Ban lowering Mona after he'd been supporting her weight. He leaned forward just against her back before he eased out a heavy sigh, glancing aside to the window. Blades of light cut the other side of the room, threatening a slow approach their way through the shutters. Those would be the next enemies to worry over. He wondered if--]
Huh.
...It's daylight out. You ain't workin' today, are ya?
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she doesn't do mornings, and if she does, only because she's got morning stars to see, she just... doesn't sleep. nocturnal by nature of her job, waking up is definitely one of the hardest things to do, once you've gotten used to certain schedules and certain habits. the first time he prods at her, she barely moves, but...
having lived alone for a long time, and before that with an old hermit of a hag, she's very much used to her own bed, and her own space. it feels strange and unnatural to have someone this close, and to wake up at someone else's place, and when she finally opens her eyes, the memories of last night flood her brain enough to push her up and awake, face red with embarrassment. what was that about reaching the heart through the stomach?
... no, it must've been the wine. the wine, the food, and the strange attractiveness of someone as flippant and nonchalant as ban; the mystery of him makes him alluring, and as her mind races to explain this to herself in simplest terms: )
No. I... ( deep breath. ) I work on my own time; someone like me isn't bound by schedules. I assume you aren't, either. ( she forces the pride back into her voice, even if she's very much dragging the covers to her face, to hide the embarrassed flush. )
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He was, first a foremost, cruel. Not cruel out of spite but rather because he enjoyed thrilling moments. Mona had been deceptively demure in some moments and eager in others to the point that trying to map out what was on her mind was interestingly difficult. By the time he had his wits about him again, she was back on the side of being timid. The amused huff that escaped him was followed, in brief, by an experimental gesture, his hand rubbing her hip through the blanket.]
Well, I guess some legitimate jobs do come with pretty flexible schedules, huh? Guess that means you can make your own free time if you need it~.
[He wasn't sure if part of that passion had been her eager attempt at turning around his ruder qualities or if she'd been embracing them by the end but the tenacity she held that whole time had been fun and invigorating enough that he was missing it already.
He wondered if he could annoy it back out of her. Would working past that embarrassment be difficult? The temptation to pry the covers off was getting to him already.
Inadvertently, he asked a question he assumed would be obvious. Had she enjoyed dinner? It would be no small wonder if she mistook it for something else, given how he was framing her body with his, even above the covers.]
So. How was it? You ready for more?
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( yes, she will brave through her own embarrassment to talk about her job, thank you. the hand on her hip isn't exactly helpful in getting her through this flustered phase — she realizes there's probably no need to be ashamed, and that he's seen all of her already, and she remembers getting rather bold, under the influence of wine, but... recalling all that only makes it worse for her currently sober brain?
oh, god. he must think she's some shameless harlot now. it just so happens her pride turns a lot of trivial things into contests — and while sex isn't something you can technically 'win,' it's only natural she wanted to come out on top in that, too —
but that was drunk mona. sober mona is beating herself up, as memories of his hands gripping her waist, big enough to envelop it whole, come back and make her whine, diving right back under the covers as he looms over. )
Wh... what?! Are you some sort of an insatiable animal?! ( ... yes, she misunderstands. but can he blame her?
peeking from the corner of the covers, she points a finger directly at his face, flustered. ) Haven't you had enough last night?! We've... done it for rather long, so... !
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He shared her embarrassment in a few ways, though teasing was easily one of his favorite ways to cope. Sometimes, it came unintentionally. Not thinking she'd shy so much from a little longing touch, Ban blinked rapidly as Mona's finger accused him, wide green eyes just out of focus behind it.
It took him a moment. A second moment. His lips curled into a grin and he leaned into that misunderstanding, quickly realizing how poorly he chose his words. He could back down but not that swiftly. Propped on one elbow, Ban took Mona's hand and leaned in, dark red eyes fixed on her until he drew his lips right beside her ear--]
Absolutely insatiable. First, dinner. Now, I want breakfast, too.
[He made sure to layer his voice, bringing it deeper and deeper to really make it questionable whether or not he meant what he said literally.]
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she huffs, in faux-offense, as his breath tickles her ear. he can really be insufferable, when he chooses to be — but, as flustered as she gets, she doesn't mind this kind of playful teasing. it's fun, even if she won't admit it. )
Idiot. ( is how she concludes it, pressing her palm against his chest to playfully shove at it. ) If you're gonna cook, then go cook! Are you waiting for an order? Should I tell you exactly what to make me? Hmph — you should've thought of all of this way before I even woke up.
( it's time to summon all of her strength and command him in a demanding voice, slightly high-pitched, a little comical, with the flush still clear on her face. but, listen... if he's gonna tease her, she has to counter it somehow. )
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Ban was seemingly unashamed with his own nudity. It didn't last terribly long, or rather, it became something else entirely once he raised his hand and nearly just conjured his kitchen apron out of thin air. Ban slipped on the apron and absolutely no other article of clothing, cocking his hip once it was tied. He surveyed Mona's castle walls and nearly giggled when he regarded just how entrenched she'd become in his covers.]
What I'm gonna make only takes 15 minutes~. [At that angle, she'd definitely be able to see the giant pink heart on the front of the apron.]
How do crepes and fruit sound? Somethin' nice and easy after a night of, well... [His lousy, dumb smile persisted, ready to fight off Mona's reaction already.] Y'know. Fun.
i'm sorry for the slowness!
... it's still less embarrassing than looking at him naked. or is it? the apron is terrible.
she huffs, and drags the covers more around herself, peeking at him. )
That sounds... ( really, really good, actually — ) ... passable. Very well; I'll accept it.( like she's the one doing him a favor here, or something. ) Must you walk around like that, though? Have some decency!
no need to be sorry, life be like that. so, at your leisure!
Certainly, her stomach didn't render her incapable of passing that judgment. Ban snickered and waved a hand nonchalantly.]
Decency? Decency and I don't get along, Mona~. [He finished tying the back and reached just over his chest to shift how it fell on his shoulders by gently tugging on it. It wouldn't help immensely for any dinner recipes but crepes were simple enough that he didn't even technically need an apron.]
Sayyyyy... if you give my ensemble a chance, then I may just make whipped cream, too~!
[His voice trailed off as he turned and lazily made his way to the hall and then to the kitchen, humming to himself. Even if it seemed as if he were always in a good mood, Mona's company was more than enough to make it genuine for once. Usually, that sleazy grin was nothing more than an act to unnerve just about anyone he spoke with.]
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thankfully, she finds a shirt, and throws it on with a small huff, drowning in the material. it covers everything it needs to, though — and with that, she follows after him into the kitchen, peeking into it, like a cat awaiting its' dinner.
in a way, she is. )
... will you make whipped cream? ( childishly, )
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Stupefied, he didn't answer right away as he was gently made silent by the cute hush of her voice and the warm light of her eyes. There were, in fact, ways to shut him up. Something about that expression left him warm on his cheeks.
Ban gently tapped his whisk against the bowl he poured cream into, then added sugar for good measure, shrugging once he recalled what exactly he was doing.]
....There ain't any reason not to.
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... it'd be easier if he wasn't butt naked in just an apron, but even this has a certain charm to it. she'd appreciate it more if it didn't make her fluster so much she had to look away every other glance, or else her face would get way too red. )
You're surprisingly domestic, when you want to be. ( she notes after a moment, smiling with satisfaction. ) It's cute.
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That was a relief. It was much easier to talk to Mona when she was teasing or bickering with him. Ban certainly understood that conflict wasn't normally the best way to get on someone's good side but he tended to think more about Mona when she was critical of his ridiculous attitude.
He sighed, going back to glance into the bowl as he mixed it up. He could have turned his hand into a miniature blender but using extreme speed to make whipped cream would raise the temperature and cook it too much--and that wouldn't taste quite as good. It would definitely be too bubbly.]
Learned how to cook 'cause I kept gettin' kicked outta places. ['For drunken and disorderly conduct' was the implied explanation--not that he implied it verbally. Everything she knew about him would certainly imply it on its own.
He set down the bowl and picked up a spoon, swiping a bit of whipped cream off of the whisk.]
But, I've always been cute.
[He held up the spoon for Mona to take, his delivery coming up deliberately dry and dull to see if he could catch her even a little.] Anyway, give it a try and see if it's sweeter than you.