the first time meme

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THE ❝FIRST TIME❞ MEME

RULES!  ♥ Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom. ♥ When replying, RNG for a number between 1 and 7. The number you get corresponds with the kind of "first time" sex you're having ♥ Go from there! The sky's the limit.

THE LIST!  01] Romantic | You waited and waited and waited for the right moment to take this final step with your partner, and it really paid off; neither of you can imagine this night (or day!) to be any better than it is right now.  02] The Only Time | You know somewhere in your heart that you won't be getting a second chance for this. The relationship is forbidden, or they're moving away, or you're moving away, or something is tearing this relationship apart, and that may be the last thing you want. 03] Set-Up | ... Oh. Well. Someone nudged you and this other person together, the one that you may have loved or hated or been friends with your entire life. It isn't completely by choice, but it doesn't sound like that bad of an idea... Or maybe it does. Who knows? 04] Experience Difference | One of you knows exactly what to do, and the other doesn't! Maybe they're just a natural at this kind of thing... or maybe there's a thing or two they haven't told you yet. 05] Hesitant | One (or both) of you aren't quite sure if you're ready for this next big step... at the same time, you want this to happen, though the thought makes butterflies flutter around in the pit of your stomach. 06] Awkward | It feels like everything that can go wrong does go wrong. Relax? You can't relax! This is s-s-s-s-sex-- oh, boy, there's another mistake. 07] Wildcard | This is the "other" option. Choose any of the above or create your own! [credit goes to connikebox]

Comments

[nerve_pincher]

[He understands what to do on a theoretical level, and putting it into practice isn't difficult - he's always been observant, quick to pick up on physical cues, especially when so overwhelmed with them.

His confusion mostly stems from the intensity of his own feelings, his own desire. He's never experienced it before, so much warmth, such a need to have someone physically close, to have more. Perhaps it is his human side, he thinks, but it's difficult to step back and take an objective view when her tongue is in his mouth and she's so warm against him. She's radiating arousal, and his own body is reacting in kind.]

[polyglot]

[ Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, she has to break away from him for air, panting slightly when she does, eyes heavy lidded. With slightly shaking fingers, she strokes the side of his face and his ears, unwilling to break the silence between them or the emotional bond, trying to communicate her worry for him without words.

Eventually, she speaks. ]

Is this all right? Are you .. all right?

[nerve_pincher]

[He gives that a bit of consideration, because he knows she's not talking about his physical state, per se. He takes a few steadying breaths, re-grounding himself in the moment, reminding himself who he is, where he is, who is standing here with him.

That he trusts her.]

I am... Well. This contact is as pleasant as I suspected it would be, with you. [Yes, admitting that he has thought about it before, oh well.] Are you well?

[polyglot]

Yes. I'm well.

[ Better than well. Her head is spinning and if she wasn't holding on to him, she'd probably fall over but that wasn't a bad thing by any definition of the word. Her only worry was that it was too much, too fast for him. ]

Would you.. [ Taking another risk. ] Like to continue, Spock?

[nerve_pincher]

Yes.

[He says that without hesitation, because deciding they both wanted this honestly cleared up any objections he may have had. Gently, he guided her to a sofa in his sitting room, since that would be more comfortable than standing, if they were going to continue.]

I will not break, either. [He points that out, because he can sense her concern, her hesitation at pulling him into this. And she doesn't need to worry so much.]

[polyglot]

[Perhaps that was all the reassurance she needed, because once they're settled on the couch and she's studied his face for any slight signs that he was lying, Nyota leans over and unzips her boots, sliding them off in one fluid movement; one and then the other. It seems silly to continue with her shoes on. Once that's done, she stands, slipping her hand in his, before straddling him and settling herself in his lap, running her hands up and down his chest, just touching and getting used to the feel of him underneath her hands.

Her next kiss was searing, needy, ambitious - everything the first wasn't, demanding and fierce, but nothing short of passionate where he as concerned. ]

[nerve_pincher]

[Spock simply watches her, with an almost-detached sort of curiosity, because he finds just about everything she does fascinating.

And yes, that includes her legs.

Then she's on his lap, straddling him, her body lithe and warm in his arms again and he returns the kiss with equal passion, one hand tangling in her hair while the other touches the soft skin of her thigh. The skirt she's wearing is rather short, and already riding up higher.]

[polyglot]

[ It's difficult to be mindful of going slowly when touching him is so interesting; each stroke of her fingertips brings a new sensation that is unique from anything else she'd felt touching him. Gently, rocking slightly in her lap with the movement required, she moves her hands down his body to tug at the bottom of his sweater. As charming as it is on him, she wants it gone.

Pulling away slightly, she trailed kisses down his cheek and the line of his jaw, nipping slightly at his neck.]

[nerve_pincher]

[It's difficult to remember why he'd been so concerned about taking this step, when it suddenly feels so good. His hands run down her back to her hips, as fascinated by her reactions to him as he is to her body itself, and the way she moves and smells.

He traces the shell of her ear, gently, then trails his finger down her neck to her collar bone, exploring her skin.]

sorry this reply took me so long. :(

[polyglot]

[ Uhura continues to work at his sweater, pulling it up his body further until she reaches his arms, before pausing and sighing against him, the finger against her collar bone catching her attention and making her shiver. Was he always this precise about how he wanted to touch her? It was almost a shame that she needed him to move for a second to take his clothes off (which was a good thing, in the end).

Pulling the sweater up a little higher, she guided his arms up and tugged the offending garment off him, tossing it neatly next to them on the couch before running her hands down the skin that had been revealed, wanting to touch all of him.]

no worries at all! been busy myself :)

[nerve_pincher]

[Spock is precise in everything he does, and the more worth doing, the more care he takes. Having Nyota in his arms is something he intends to cherish, so it's no wonder he's taking care, keeping his touches gentle, exploratory.

This is about learning, too, in a way.

When his shirt is off, he returns to what he was doing, though his fingers now move with a bit more purpose to the hem of her shirt, dipping under, brushing the soft skin of her midsection.]