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Nudity-Induced Tension Meme

There are a number of you could be naked in front of someone. There are decidedly fewer reasons you could be naked in front of someone you're attracted to. But you're not nude for that reason. Today, your clothes are at least off somewhat, and the cause will vary: you're posing, you're getting first aide, you're being fitted for a giant robotic suit, this is all for science or as a favor. You know, the usual. There's also a possibility that certain person just walked in on you.

Still, how awkward will things be with tension in the air - and how long will the atmosphere remain platonic, if the other person has a desire to explore your body?

Comment with your character, preferences, etc.
Smut or no smut, that's fine, just say it.
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Embrace the nude.

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((OOC: Smut is fine, but she's unlikely to engage in anything with anyone she doesn't know well. Even with those she does know well, she might be hesitant to do anything beyond cuddles or light body worship. Feel free to talk to me OOC about what you have in mind <3))

[Ooc: we had these two together before. Care to do so again?]

[Not sure if I'm really feeling it with these two from their previous CR... Tiki tends to lean very much towards the extreme good side of things, so she doesn't get along well with assassins, demons, undead and the like. Leona might work, but then my Ahri muse would bite my head off.

If we wanted to AU things a little, wr could have it that Hei was sent to assassinate Tiki, and Tiki is now reforming him, that could work? Then Tiki would feel it is her moral obligation to watch over him, and in doing so might develop protective and loving feelings for him.]

[I can roll with that. How should we do it for this thread though? Like naked bathing or getting to relax fully or something?]

((How about they fell into an icy cold river, and they need to huddle up next to a fire for warmth? Their clothes are too wet and muddy to wear without catching cold, so they are forced to rely on the fire, a cave, and body heat. Tiki will almost always put practicality, life, and well being before modesty and chastity.))

[He was a killer. Almost all he really knew how to do. But he had a reason, some kind of justification. Not just to strangers, but to himself, since deep down, he hated it. Yet the world convinced him it was necessary, since it gave him no other choice, as he needed to protect his sister.

Then she was gone, his employer stabbing him in the back in the name of whatever twisted God they served. Once she was gone, he returned the favor, slaughtering the lot of them. But afterwards, what else could he do? He lost his reason to live, his reason to even stay on this path. He was already too far gone though. Either he'd live forever on the blood of others, or he'd die a failure. It was partly why he even chose to go after Tiki.

The dragon was unlike others he knew of though. On top of just being strong, there was something about her that drew Hei to her. Before he knew it, he stopped his assault, and submitted to her will. Killing her no longer was an option. Yet rather than roast him or even just banish him, she decided to take him in, perhaps to restore some of the life he lost.

He would always prioritize Tiki's life however. Like right now, as he tried to get both of them to a nearby cave. More assassins had come while they were out on a walk, forcing them to flee and sink under a bridge during a dreadfully awful rainy season. They may have lost their pursuers, but a new problem presented itself: being super cold and wet.

He quickly helped Tiki to the wall of the cave, and undid his shirt, letting it clatter to the floor. With a flick of his wrist, he ignited the makeshift campsite, still shivering and doing his best to ignore. Had to focus. Had to think. Had to just make sure this wouldn't be where this new tale ended.]

Tiki...get close to the fire...

[In many respects Tiki was the champion of losing loved ones. They may not have been murdered ~~though many of them were~~, but she outlived all of them and had to endure the pain of countless centuries with only their memories. In Hei she saw someone who had succumbed to that despair, she saw someone who had lived for only one person and lost that perseon. When she fought him when he first tried to take her life, she could see that look of loss in the depths of his and it made her hesitate to fight him seriously. Rather than fight him to the death, she held him in her arms to subdue him, she spoke to him, and did her best to heal the pain in his heart.

Now with nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to, Tiki agreed to let Hei be her new bodyguard. To give him purpose back to his life, to help him turn around and make amends for all the death an pain he had caused in his life. It was never too late to start over, even in the deepest depths of darkness, but it required an extraordinary amount of perseverence and diligence to stay on that path. That was why Tiki wanted to keep Hei by her side, to help him, because she saw in him a reflection of the woman she could have been if she had gone down a darker path under Gharnef's influence.

That was how the pair had become almost inseparable, but the situation that lead to them being freezing cold in a hidden mountain cave was slightly different, but related. The Grimleal were relentless in their efforts to silence her, to stop her from spreading the hope and love that Hei himself had experienced. Their assassins still hunted her, and while she could fight back against them with the fury of a dragon, it would be like broadcasting to the world where she was. Armies would march, cities would burn, and innocents would suffer, which was why Hei was such a critical bodyguard for her. They could keep her presence quieter, and avoid largescale conflicts, but it meant that on occasion they had to hide in the muck and the mud.

Tiki shivered in her wet clothes as she stepped closer to the fire, but it felt far too meager to adequately warm her or dry her clothes. Once again she was tempted to use her dragon stone, they were alone in a secluded cave, so it was unlikely she would draw attention, but she worried the release of power alone might cave in their campsite. A dragon's breath could certainly create a roaring fire, but a dragon's power was so great that mountainsides could tumble into the sea with an errant movement.]

Hei... I do not believe this will suffice. Our clothes are too wet, and will likely be dangerous for us to keep wearing if we hope to dry off. I fear we must remove them and let them dry off of our bodies so that we do not get sick.

[It was possible that they could keep on their undergarments, but even that would likely be inadvisable.]

I am going to strip out of my clothes, I suggest that you do the same.

[He frowned, but he nodded regardless. What they dove into and the intense rain only made this situation worse. With travel to a town impossible at the moment, and the need to hide, there was little choice. Even he had to do this at one point during one mission. Just not really with someone else. Felt different, especially when the other person was a dragon. Had to do what was best for both of them.

So he started to strip the rest of his clothing off. An easy task now that his shirt came off earlier. He at least spread out his clothes on the ground to help dry it faster. Wouldn't be instant, he knew. But it was better than doing nothing, he felt. He glanced at Tiki once he was undressed, just as he tended to controlling the fire, before his eyes fell to the flickering flames.]

...Sorry. I should have been more careful. I let my guard down.

[Tiki's clothing is quite a bit more elaborate than Hei's, so it was taking her much longer to remove the various ribbons, her cloak, and it was around the time that Hei glanced over at Tiki that she had her breasts uncovered. A small rivulet of water ran down from her neck, and down the length of her breast and dripped off her pert nipple. She sighed with relief from the removal of her wet tunic top, and started to wiggle it off her hips.]

No, it was not your fault Hei. You did what you could given the circumstances, and I appreciate that you chose a tactic that required less bloodshed.

[She was doing her best not to look at Hei for the time being, because she wasn't certain she could easily handle the sight of his nude form at the moment. She knew she was the one to suggest this out of practicality, but in all her thousands of years of life, she had very little experience with nudity of the opposite gender. Her face was flushed just from thinking too hard about this, but at least her blood pumping faster was warming her in conjunction with their fire.]

If anything I apologize for being such a target that prevents you from leading a peaceful life.

[He did take notice of the water trailing along her breast. There never had been a single doubt about her beauty. He was sure many men would be weak in the knees for her, save for their enemies given their bloodlust. Eyes flickered back to her face though, as he crouched down to put his hands over the flames.]

No need. I doubted I would have been happy anyway. If I had a choice between killing and this, then I'd rather take this any day.

[It at least showed on his face. Even if he wasn't smiling, there was life in those eyes. Concern for Tiki of course, that was unavoidable. Yet having it be present was enough progress to notice the change in Hei. He moved closer to his partner, gathering the clothes up.]

I'll take care of these. Try to warm up by the fire as much as you can.

[Without any clothes covering them, Tiki was exposed as a stunningly beautiful woman with soft curves and lush breasts. Her body was toned from combat experience and training, but maintained its feminine shape perfectly, her legs were supple and firm, and her skin smooth as silk. She didn't bother hiding herself from Hei as she took her place near the fire, leaning back against the rock wall and extending her legs towards the dancing flames. As he tended to her garments nearby, she looked over at him with a tender smile.]

Thank you Hei…

[Tiki felt grateful for everything he had done for her. His company was important beyond words to her now, and she struggled to imagine life without him. Even if he didn't know the full extent of what he meant to her, Tiki valued him greatly. It was in that moment of gratitude that Tiki was looking at him and remembered this was the first time they had ever been naked beside each other. It was strange seeing him like this, and she wondered what exactly he thought of her as well. She couldn't help but notice his muscles, his masculine physique, but with his back to her she couldn't quite make out his cock. Did he find her attractive? Was he curious about her body? Was he aroused by her? She looked away when he turned back to her, blushing furiously as if caught doing something wrong.]

Hei... might I ask you something?

[His own body had been fairly built, muscles clearly defined, though not rippling. He had to keep in good shape for the jobs he used to take. Be fast and deadly, get in and out before someone noticed. It was why he didn't see himself too suited to all out wars. He was strong, but not invincible. The two scars on his back were evident; one just above the shoulder, the other at his side. Both were reminders of his mortality. And now Tiki could see them. For once, it made him self-conscious. This was hardly the first time he had been nude around others, even women. Tiki however made things feel...different. The way she looked certainly kept throwing him for a loop.

At her question, he nodded again, snapping out of his own thoughts.]

Ask away.

Do you think me beautiful?

[This was an unusual question coming from Tiki, as it seemed like something out of left field considering their relationship thus far. While she did remember being admired by many men in her youth, she had never asked someone directly if they found her attractive, let alone someone who was now essentially her protector and companion. The very idea made her blush bright red, and her heart raced wildly as she awaited his answer. Despite being a dragon and over 3000 years old, she was still capable of feeling embarrassment and nervousness.]

I mean… not that it matters or anything… I just… uh… was wondering.

[Her voice trailed off as she watched Hei attending to her clothing, hoping desperately that he wouldn't notice her sudden interest in him. It certainly wasn't proper of her to be staring at him when he was doing his best to show her that courtesy.]

[He blinked, before turning his head as he finished up setting her clothes to dry. The silence wasn't from any form of doubt. No, Tiki was certainly beautiful, more so than Hei ever believed. Forming the right words though was trickier. He wanted sincerity, not just mere flattery or lip-service to be given to the one he swore his life to.

He would soon sit next to here against the wall, arms covering his lap for the most part. Trying his best to be modest. Wasn't fully sure of her feelings on their nudity. But when he did look at her face, he did manage a smile.]

Very. And I can't put it into words. You're easily the most beautiful woman I have met. It's not just physical attraction though. Your kindness, your patience, your values, all of what I have seen you give me is how I see the beauty of your heart as well. I find you perfect.

[Barring trying to wake her up. That was the real struggle.]

[At first glance, Tiki simply smiled at his compliment, appreciating his kind words but otherwise ignoring the deeper meaning behind them. However, as she listened further she began to understand what he said, and how he truly perceived her beauty. Not just as a physical creature, but as a whole person with a beautiful heart. It touched her deeply, and brought tears to her eyes knowing someone could see her that way after all these centuries. She reached over and placed a hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze as she thanked him quietly.

Their proximity was close enough that their thighs were touching, but she didn't pull away from the contact. Tiki could feel the heat radiating off of Hei's body, and enjoyed it tremendously as she closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall. She felt vulnerable in front of him, but that vulnerability gave way to a newfound comfort she hadn't known since Marth. Perhaps it was time to open up more to him, to share more of herself with him in ways she never had before.]

You honor me with your words Hei… Thank you…

[She paused for a moment, watching the fire dance and listening to its crackling before speaking again.]

I… I don't know how to fully express what I'm feeling right now. Perhaps it is simply natural desire brought about by being nude with a man for the first time in millennia, but I do feel a strong attraction to you.

[The last time she could remember was when she was taking a bath as a child with Bantu, and she was so innocent during those years she had never thought anything of it. She had lead such a chaste life as the daughter of Naga, she truly wondered if it was even right of her to be thinking such things.]

I fear I would be doing you a great disservice if that was *all* I was feeling towards you in this moment, and then we did something foolish as a result.

[Temptation was a tricky beast. She had rarely faced much in the way of temptation in her life, and as a divine dragon she probably should be above such things.]

Edited 2024-01-27 18:03 (UTC)

[Though he didn't show it, he had still been freezing. There might have been a shiver or two, the wind from outside and the cave itself not doing him favors. Were it not for the fire, he might have been worse off, perhaps more desperate to gain any heat. And the possible contrast entered his mind once Tiki unexpectedly drew closer.

His eyes widened, face turning red for the first time ever around the dragon. This was different from merely seeing her nude form. With the way she spoke, with how the warmth seemed to meld within his own skin, it was harder to control his emotions. His heart beat rapidly in his chest. For once, it wasn't a fear of death or anything of the sort. He liked they way they touched each other, and wanted more.

He put an arm around her waist, keeping her as close as possible when she leaned against the wall. With her touching him like this though, if she moved lower, she might notice a part of him growing harder. Even for someone as stoic as he, there was a limit to his resistance towards temptation.]

Tiki...do you want to be with me? Because...well I do feel the same way. You're important to me, and I don't want to let you go.

[Tiki was blushing even more intensely now, and had to close her eyes to consider his words without distraction. Their mutual nudity, and him becoming as flushed as she was, was making it hard to think. She was fairly certain she was being impulsive, that while she had strong feelings of attraction, she wasn't sure if she loved him.

So then she had to consider what it did mean to love him. Was it not love that conpelled her to reach out to him and have him change his ways? Did she have to love him the same way she loved Marth, or should she expect most of her love to be like what she felt for Bantu, or Caeda? Was that enough to warrant the strong sexual desires she felt, or should she be more reserved?

All of this raced through her mind until she felt his hand wrap around her waist to pull her closer. A sharp pang of desire ran through her, andd she kept her eyes shut to prevent them from widening in surprise. She clenched her toes slightly, and took a deep breath.]

I do wish to have you stay by my side if you are willing. I do not know if I can give you all the love I feel that you deserve, because the first man I loved, I lost a very long time ago. Ever since it has been difficult for me to accept the idea of loving another in the same way. Indeed, I do not love you in the same way I did him, but that does not mean I harbor no feelings for you.

[She opened her eyes to look at him, a blush still staining her cheeks.]

I do know that I want you to hold me in your arms, to feel and share in one another's warmth. I cannot promise you a liftime with me, but I am willing to try.

Edited 2024-01-29 03:04 (UTC)

[Love was...complicated. There were a few times Hei might have felt it, but he just assumed it was more familial. Any sexual desires had been part of a job or hiring someone who provide pleasure. Any chance he had to act on those feelings, there was always an excuse to turn away from it.

Now...now he was running out of them. More importantly, he didn't want any standing in his way. He pulled her down until she was fully on his lap, and he pressed his forehead against hers, offering one of his more genuine smile.]

I'm hardly an expert either. All I did was run away from everything to protect it. With you, I want to take that chance. I want to try as well.

(ooc: Would you be open to these two meeting again?)

(Ooc: I would like that a lot, do you have a prompt/setting in mind?)

(ooc: I can certainly think up a few options. However, before that, would you like to disregard their previous thread since it never got too far into things, but keep the earlier friendly CR they'd had?)

(OOC: If you wouldn't mind! We can always treat that thread as a dream, or doomed timeline AU if we both ever feel like going back to it. I know I have to be in a very particular mood for futa.

Also shall Tiki call her by the nickname ChiChi, or simply call her Usa? She prefers the nickname, but she understands if Usa doesn't want to be confused with her child self.)

(ooc: I get that. I need to be in a particular mood for doing the non-con angle. If you ever feel like going back to it just go ahead and tag it or let me know if we need to rearrange any details or move it somewhere else.

I think Usa only heard that nickname once so I'm not against Tiki bringing it up again, maybe asking if she minds her using it. Something like that. I don't think she'll object if she knows it's coming from a place of friendship.

So my first idea was Usa trying to access and fine tune her old powers, and she's having difficulties with transformation, or she doesn't like the colors her uniform have taken on now. Whatever the reason, something happens while she's experimenting and at one point she ends up failing mid-transformation leaving her without anything on. Another idea would could go either direction for who's seeing who, with the two on a hiking trip or adventuring in the woods, they find a small pond/lake, and decide to take turns having a swim to clean up, only they get the timing wrong and one walks over while the other is just getting out of the water. I'm open to other ideas, too, if you've got anything in mind.)

(ooc: That's very understanding of you, thank you! Admittedly I have a soft spot for some dub-con with Tiki, because she likes to sleep so much.

I do like the idea of Usa trying to work with using her old powers. I don't know if you remember the thread I showed you with young Tiki and a Chibiusa, byt something similar happened to them. The only thing is that as an adult with sexual desires, Tiki might feel like teasing her about it more than her young and innocent self would.)

(ooc: Sleeping a lot does leave the window open for that setup.

I don't remember much about it, mostly just that it helped explain the recognition on Tiki's end when these two first met. So let's go with the transformation fail scene. Healthy doses of teasing. If you feel like going beyons teasing, I'm fine with smut, or just some touchy-touchy cuddling that ends with both of them taking a nap.)

(OOC: Well I'm going to link you just in case you want to see.

All that sounds fun! I'm struggling a bit cognitively right now, so I hope you can start us off.)

(ooc: I will work on a starter tomorrow. Today's pretty much been a write-off mentally.)

[ Model for him. Let him paint you like one of his French girls. ]

Eggsy stands in the doorway to the studio room. He has a robe on, but that's all, as per instructions. Still, he doesn't drop it right away. If pressed, he'd say he was teasing. It's partially nerves, though. He's never had anyone paint him before, and why would he? That's something for people with more money than sense, innit? Portraits done in stuffy uniforms and shit like that. It's so entirely not his scene (never mind that he does, in fact, now have more money than sense. And he has a lot of sense.).

"You really mean completely starkers, yeah?" Eggsy asks, fiddling with the tie on the robe. He knows what the answer is, but he can't help being himself about it.

"How long you think I can actually stay still with you starin' at my dick, though?" he continues with a cheeky little grin.

Eggsy might not believe him, but Eames doesn't usually paint people naked. It's hardly a part of his job description. However, when he was contacted by some agent or whatever, going by some Arthurian name, he jumped at the opportunity simply because it sounded ridiculous enough. They needed someone able to paint and navigate the degenerated underbelly of the cultural elites.

This here is about creating evidence of a long standing relationship with a painter and his muse. The very same muse he's supposed to introduce to the decadent art lovers in a few weeks. They'll need portraits, a lot of them.

He's sitting behind an easel in a pair of worn down jeans and a t-shirt, his paints waiting on the side. He hasn't mixed them yet, he wants to see Eggsy first in the light he has shining in from tall windows to the side.

"Darling," he says in a ridiculously posh accent. "I'll want to see it all, yes. Your lovely prick included."

He's had the pleasure of sitting with Eggsy a few times before, just jotting down his features for a few profile portraits and to get a feel of him. Eames likes him quite a bit, clever little thing, isn't he? Sounds pretty much exactly like where Eames grew up.

"Off," he commands, gesturing towards the divine behind Eggsy. "I'm curious to see how long it'll take you to be rock hard under my eyes."

Eggsy laughs a little at that accent. He's talked to Eames enough to know he's not one of those stuffy aristocrats. Besides, with the nature of the job, how could he be?

All that aside, Eames is handsome and charming. Eggsy does have standards, sure, but he can't help liking the man. Even if he does feel ridiculous trying to pretend to be someone's muse. Sounds like a fancy term for kept boy to him. There's worse things to be, though.

"Dunno, wouldn't wanna get performance anxiety or somethin'," he says. That's entirely bullshit; he's never had anything like that in his life. He's not shy. He's only self-conscious about the painting bit, not the being naked bit. Mostly.

Since he feels ridiculous anyway, he makes a bit of a show of untying the robe, letting it fall open, sliding it off his shoulders. There's not anywhere else for it to go but down, so after a minute he does let it fall.

He settles down onto the cushions but doesn't get comfortable yet.

"How am I s'posed to do this? This ain't the kinda thing where I'm supposed to sit proper." Not that he does that very often anyway, but still.

"Oh, yeah, that pesky thing. I'm sorry, luv, I forgot you're shy," Eames teases without shame. He lets the chair rotate a half a cycle, his gaze coming to rest on Eggsy, now peeling off the robe from his his shoulders.

He lets his gaze roam, not bothering to hide his interest, both curiosity and more. His teeth worrying over a full bottom lip as he gives Eggsy a good once once over. Then back to his face, a smile appearing, curving that full-lipped mouth to an amused half-moon.

"Yeah, no, this ain't the part where you pull a stiff upper lip," he agrees and gives Eggsy a considering look. "Lean back to the pillows, right. Yeah, and bring up your other leg, give me the goods basically. This is a private painting by a lover. You're not shy to show off."

Is he, though? Eames wonders, because Eggsy, as cocky as he can be, is being a little bit hesitant here. And Eames doesn't want him to be.

Eggsy snorts a laugh. He's not shy, and being in the military and then Kingsman training had done away with any modesty he might have had. It's just different being stared at.

His eyes catch on Eames's mouth, the way his teeth catch his bottom lip. He manages to rein in his thoughts about that for the moment.

He does his best to do what Eames is telling him. It feels awkward to lean on the pillows, but eventually he gets his arm in a place that's comfortable enough. Then he slides his leg up, slowly, teasing because he has to recover from any awkwardness. He has one leg on the floor, stretched out in front of him, and the other on the cushions with his knee bent. It really is an absolutely display.

"That better?"

"That's perfect," Eames replies while pinning a sketch paper onto his easel. He doesn't want to fix anything onto the canvas just yet. He'll need to try getting some shapes down first and maybe mix a bit of colour to chase Eggsy's hues down to details.

"Can you hold that for a while?" he asks, focus on his tools while he scatters them around himself, at easy reach, pens and erasers, paint tubes here and mixer there. "If you want to find a more comfortable position, go ahead. I'll give you some pointers if it's not what I'm looking for."

He leans around the easel, blue-green eyes settling on Eggsy, studying him with a small smile. "You look absolutely gorgeous, love. I'll make you look good, don't worry about it."

Eggsy fidgets a little, finding a way to lean on the cushions so he's not going to have an arm go all pins and needles on him or something. It still feels awkward, but not physically uncomfortable. He's just putting up with Eames's gaze on him for however long this takes.

"Yeah, 'm all right," he answers.

He does enjoy being looked at, in the end, even if he had a weird bit of nerves at the start. Laying here now and settled, it's not as bad. Probably.

"You're the artist, so guess I'll trust that assessment," he answers, his usual cheek working its way into his voice. "How long somethin' like this gonna take you?" he prods, not because he's uncomfortable but because how the fuck is he supposed to think about anything but the natural evolution here: Eames looking at him and then touching him? He didn't come here for that explicitly, fine, but do people really lay around bare arse like this and not start thinking about banging? Couldn't be him.

[ It's going to be ritual magic. Probably by moonlight. Allan is fine being a naked party. Or whichever. Anything goes. ]

[Nakedness to get a certain wizard's attention it may work..it may not but he will blush.]

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