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Sock ([personal profile] sockintheface) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2013-06-25 08:28 pm

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We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.

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* You pick a reaction from the list below. (Or roll 1-10!)
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REACTIONS:

EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.

ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.

EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...

APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.

SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.

DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.

DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.

FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!

RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.

WILDCARD! You know the rules!

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[personal profile] redhourglass 2013-12-23 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
This felt personal, whether she liked it or not. Whether she wanted to admit it or not. She couldn't get it out of her head that she was kissing Justin Hammer; not just a man, not an acquaintance or someone on business, or Clint or anyone else -- but Hammer. The idiot who'd bought her an apartment because hers had been embarrassing, the one who made her waffles and mayonnaise, the same Justin Hammer who would answer her drunk texts with surprising panache and rescue her from the hot tub when she was naked and too drunk to make it to bed.

It felt like more than friendship and she couldn't quantify that at the moment. It was much easier to press against him like the world was tearing apart, her fingers finding purchase in his shoulders (albeit gently) as she twitched her hips into his lap and pulled herself the rest of the way into his arms.

"Christ, Hammer," she growled when he broke away, voice edging between amused and frustrated. "Hasn't anyone told you that your mouth will get you in trouble? I know it already has."

Besides, they're a bit past the whole "let's talk about the weather" stage.

Stroking down his arms, she presses her hands against the top of his, guiding them to the waistline of her shirt and depositing them there -- mostly to see what he'd do. He hadn't absolutely ravished her yet, so she had to give him pointers for self control.