bakerstreet | You've got the touch

You've got the touch

touch me where?

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▶ Any (and all!) characters, from Bakerstreet's Greatest Hits to rare meme finds, line up to tell yours exactly where they’re tempted to touch.

▶ Remember the prefs bit? It comes back into play right about now. This meme could be gen. This meme could be shippy. This meme could be smutty. Violence could occur. Answers can range from innocent (your hand, your face, a scar, any unique feature, your heart 😇) to steamy (😏). Proceed at your own risk and be upfront.

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[if things go spicy I am okay with spicy]

[college-aged peter, two-three years post nwh]

[ y'all ever wanna touch a dead body ]

( smutty kiiiind of preferred, but im also down romantic sensual touching that’s not explicit. prefer no oc’s that aren’t of the ffxiv variety! azem available by request. )

There's a few places I'd love to touch, although for chaste I would start at your lips, the rest I'd much prefer to show than tell; considering I wouldn't stay at your lips for long.

(Although that is a given knowing the heat in him gravitates toward a fever pitch once things begin to go there. Something which they learned quite well enough by now, of course, showing instead of telling is always something he stands by. Less is more, they say, so expressing it in the heat of their lips together is something he'd always start with. Something sweet into something lit aflame.

Something vulnerable, pressed into something loud and wanting, craving.)

[ The confession flusters her a little, but she takes a step closer to him. ]

My lips…

[ And another step closer. ]

In a kiss, I presume?

[ And another. ]

I would not protest.

[ And yet one more step. Kisses from Diluc taste sweet like grapes, without the sharp bite of alcohol, but instead with a tantalizing spark of heat to them. She’s hardly one to find that disagreeable. ]

…As for me… as far as chasteness is concerned… I would begin with your hands, which I so rarely see…

[ And yet cannot forget the feel of them. ]

…Mayhap we could bring our two interests together?

(From distance to them now being closer than earlier, the opportunity was there so why not take it? In his usual way that is, they're close enough he near laughs a little but he does seem to understand what it is that she seems to want from him. So with that in between each step he reaches to remove his gloves to reveal his warm yet rough and calloused hands. Scars too upon them from his years of training, fighting, and more really.

However he did seem to have similar thoughts, the tantalizing heat of his lips against the coolness of her own seems to be something he can't get out his head. Something unforgettable, desirable perhaps to the point of addiction even now for him.)

I wouldn't mind bringing them together.

(And he has a feeling that she likes the feeling of them against her given the heat and the intensity of it from him from the spark between them. So if she allows, he'll settle them along her hips from their closeness, bent down just enough for her knowing he's far more taller than her most of the time....maybe not so much whenever she wears heels however.

He can be bold when he wants to be in this regard, is something he realizes once his lips are against hers slowly yet gently. To make it lingering.)