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bakerstreet2023-06-08 08:19 pm
feudalfairytales) wrote in bakerstreet2023-06-08 08:19 pm
Skinship
skinship.
skinship (noun) No rules say you have to be doing the deed just to be naked with someone. Sometimes, there's a practical reason. Other times, you want to be in your birthday suit. ...or, realistically, you ended up nude together on accident. But hey, there's no way this experience won't bring you closer! how to play - you're naked. - they're naked. - don't make it weird, though! |
mantis | mcu | ota
Helmut Zemo | MCU | ota
Donatello Hamato - Rise of the TMNT - OTA
Vash ✖ the Stampede || Trigun Stampede
al rothstein | dceu
nicholas d. wolfwood | trigun stampede
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Dark Schneider - Bastard!! - M/F
Peter King | Your Boyfriend | OTA
AUs are very welcome!
Generally Peter is only interested in his darling. And if you're his darling he'll be more than happy to share in some skinship with you~.]
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Idea: she walks in on him because he's let himself into her sad studio apartment for whatever reason and she's just like, I guess this might as well be happening? ]
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[Peter was a cunning man but not necessarily a bright one. For months he's trailing after Camilla and trying to get her patterns down There's an air about her he gets, one even divorced from the mad obsessiveness he feels for her. It leads him to worry about her but of course there's frustratingly little he can do about any of it. He can't even get up the nerve to approach her, much less help with as broken and weird as he knows he is.
So of course the best idea in his mind if to break into her place and try to get an idea of if there's anything wrong. He's not tried slipping into her place yet, chiefly because he can't seem to find a time when she's not around. He needs to find a hiding place after all. He heavily doubts something as convenient as say a very big closet would be readily available.
He's lucky he finds an opportunity to slip in when she isn't home. Terrible window that doesn't seem to latch properly -- a part of him wants to fix it so she's safer but then how would he get in? For now he puts it to the back of his mind so he can rummage around and try to get an idea of what's going on.
... And maybe clean up a little. Or, well, he wants to but she'd be bound to notice that. He picks up a mostly-empty can in what must be her living room, considering at least rinsing it out and putting it in the garbage. Surely he can do that much without her noticing.
Naturally this is when he hears a click and a door begin to crack open. And then promptly crushes the can in the spike of anxiety that hits him, splattering whatever was in said can all over his shirt and hand.
Fuck. Fuck. He frantically palms his pockets, realize he didn't even bring chloroform with him just in case. There's no way she isn't going to see his lanky body hidden behind her couch for fuck's sake.]
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[ One of the benefits of working from home is that Cam rarely has to leave her apartment for anything. On occasion, she'll have to go to the university for a drop off or a meeting, but most of the time she's able to avoid even that. She orders her groceries through an app for delivery, and anything else she needs off of the internet. Besides periodic night visits to the 24/7 gym a few blocks away, she's managed to strip her life down small enough to fit in the confines of three rooms.
Truthfully, she could get by with even less space. The bookshelves lining the living room half of the living room/kitchen have conspicuous gaps between dry data sciences reference materials occupied only by loose pens and dust. A chessboard mid-game is all that sits on the coffee table. There's no television, only a desktop computer set up where one might otherwise sit, with a sprawling mass of post-it notes covered in precise shorthand on the wall behind it. There's no art on the walls, and all the furniture is passively colorless: faded whites, dull greys, dim blacks. Her twin bed is neatly made, but there's a pile of dirty laundry behind her bedroom door. There's not even a dying plant or two to break up the monotony. The brightest things are the scattered canned coffees set down at seeming random, one of which is what's spewed all over Peter.
She wouldn't say she likes her apartment. She feels very little about her apartment. But it's hers, and it's quiet, and that makes it a welcome relief after the ill-fated visit to Judith and Corona's place. She should stop going there, and if not for her suspicion that they'd actually, literally kill each other if she didn't check in, she would.
They'd had one of their especially bad fights today. Cam sometimes wonders if they save it up for an audience, and if so, what they get out of it. It's not an impulse she can relate to. She's never been performative in that way.
That's probably one of the reasons it doesn't even occur to her to consider screaming when she sees a stranger frantically fidgeting behind her couch. She blinks slowly, her dark eyes only slightly widened, like that might help resolve the image in front of her. She rocks her weight from her heels to her toes and back again. She thinks about turning around and opening the door to step back into the hallway.
Instead, she flicks her keys up into her hand, then closes it into a loose fist. ]
I have seventy dollars in cash on me, and fifty in the junk drawer. I'll let you have that, and my Kindle, but then you're going to have to leave.
[ Despite the terseness of her words, there's a quiet, weary gentleness to them, and a peculiar absence of fear. More than anything, she seems resigned as she stands there in her shapeless grey hoodie and sensible sneakers confronting a home intruder, like this is a mild inconvenience and not the opening set up of a true crime podcast. ]
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Did she want to beat him up? He'd let her. He'd definitely let her. After all she'd have to touch him to do it and god that's pathetic but Peter never claimed he wasn't.
So here's this lanky motherfucker giving her heart eyes for the time it takes to tell him about her cash and how he could have her Kindle before he comes back to the land of the sane and now gives her this surprised look. Like of course she thinks he's robbing her, yeah he ought to have known that but he's still surprised.]
I'm not here to rob you.
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What is less reassuring is: everything else happening here.
It's - a lot, is what she settles on. The extremely tall stranger behind her couch is a lot. The look he is giving her is not something a person would typically visualize on a home intruder. She tilts her head slightly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. It's not nerves. She's always like that, never ever really still. ]
Okay.
[ She draws out the last syllable a little, gears turning behind her eyes. Cam tries to live her life without making unfounded assumptions, so, even though there are a few obvious alternatives she could throw out there, she might as well ask directly - ]
So...why are you in my apartment?
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With that look directed at him he can't help but babble out his first thought, stupidly lovestruck all over again.]
Because I love you.
[With every bone and fiber and ounce of blood in his body. They all screamed for her even if he hadn't a clue what her name was ... at least until he had seen some of her mail once. He'd gone from not giving a damn about anyone to suddenly and inexplicably longing for her.
Goddamn he wanted to fuck her so badly. She had her keys balled up in her fist and even if he was tall, lanky and a halfway passable fighter he was sure she could beat the shit out of him. ... Would she want to do that? Beat him up, just -- god he was going to give himself more than a semi-hardon if he kept thinking about it.]
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It's so hot, in fact, that the moment she gets back to her room for the night she rips off her shirt before she can even think 'oh right, my boyfriend is probably in the closet'.]
-It's too hot to sleep with clothes on. You can stay in the closet or come out, I don't care, but I'm getting naked either way.
[She has not acknowledged out loud that she knows he hides in her closet before this, but honestly? It's too hot to give a fuck about that right now. He can just deal with the fact that she knows.]
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There's a lot of things Peter could ignore to keep up the pretense that she doesn't know he's in the close. Sure he'd probably gnaw the nail off his thumb or outright bleed to death from gnashing on it in his anger and frustration depending on what he was "ignoring" but he could do it. Maybe.
He could have even done it for nudity too once upon a time before she accepted him.
Now though when she says the word 'naked' he slams back that door without hesitation. He might come out looking like a predatory cat but the moment he sees her topless he beams/]
You're as beautiful as ever, darling~.
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It should go without saying, but it's way too hot to fool around right now.
[Taking her bra off next.]
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Sure, of course! Would a fan help? Or a cold drink? Just say the word, I'll get you whatever you need!
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[You can't really be annoyed at someone hiding in your closet if they offer to get you water. That's probably how that works.]
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If you need some place colder you can always come to my place.
[He can always tweak the temperature in his own bedroom where Rat is so both of his darlings are comfortable.]
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You're a lifesaver.
[Gratefully taking that water.]
Isn't the heat wave across the whole city? Is your air conditioning just that much better than mine?
[...No she doesn't know how far away he lives.]
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[That's no a lie in the least though he does quietly leave out how far out of town he is too. That and well he had her room all ready should he have need of it and he didn't want her to be uncomfortable when she eventually came home.]
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[She's always got so much to do and it never seems like a priority.]
Hayan Parkin | Unholy Blood | F/M
CS-RU-02 | MECHA-CHIMERA OC | FANDOMLESS | OTA
[ He's technically already naked so ... come get naked in front of him I guess? ]
miles morales (spider-verse)
kaveh, genshin