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INTIMACY

1. PHYSICAL INTIMACY. It might just be innocent touches or it might be during sex.
2. LONG CONVERSATIONS. Honest words can be more intimate than touch.
3. DRUNK. You're oversharing or simply maudlin.
4. FORCED INTIMACY. Magic. A truth serum, whatever - you didn't mean to bare your soul, but that is precisely what you're doing right now.
5. SLOW-DANCING. There is something inherently intimate about trusting someone else to lead you, and someone trust you to lead them.
6. OTHER. Intimacy can come in many forms. Pick your poison.

STOP! SOMEONE IS NAKED IN YOUR...

1. BED. Waking up after a wild night or just getting ready for bed?
2. OFFICE. Getting a leg up at work? Caught in a moment of indiscretion?
3. YARD. Someone's been communing with nature...
4. CAR. The warmth of a heater during snowfall... or the aircon during a melting summer.
5. BEACH. Oh look, there's a floating swimsuit... and there's its owner.
6. RIVER. God, can't even fish without hooking the wrong species.
7. BATHROOM. . . . Oh, hey, who needs a shower, right?
8. PARK. Sun and grass and lots of people to . . . watch . . . oh my.
9. OTHER. Because there are way, way too many more places than I can think of.

HURT/COMFORT

1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though.
6. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to make up.
7. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
8. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheat on, abuse, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
9. LOSS. You've experienced a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.

CUDDLES

1. SWEET DREAMS. It's been a long day and all you want to do is sleep or just rest your eyes for a bit. Hopefully whoever is close by doesn't mind if you use them as a blanket.
2. STORMY WEATHER. The heavy rain, thunder, and lightning won't be letting up anytime soon. Luckily, it's the perfect weather to stay indoors and snuggle up close and keep warm.
3. SLOW DANCE. It's the end of a party, or maybe it's only the two of you, but the tempo is slow and the lights are low. Let your dance partner take the weight and just sway.
4. SURPRISE ATTACK. Time to invade someone's personal space. Are they working too much and need a distraction? Maybe you just wanted to brighten their day. Either way, they won't see it coming.
5. MOVIE NIGHT. It can be on the sofa or in a darkened theater, but you've got your popcorn and someone to settle against during your favorite movie.
6. I LOVE YOU, MAN. It's totally platonic, really. You're just very good friends, no matter what people like to think. But you just love your friend so much you want to hug them, whether they like it or not.
7. JEEPERS CREEPERS. Welp. You were just frightened. Was it a spider in the washroom, a ghost in the attic, a bad dream? Either way, you're looking for someone to cling to right now, and who better than that person right there?
8. HURT AND COMFORT. Whether you're sick in bed, just been dumped, or suffered a traumatic event, you need someone to wrap their arms around you and make everything go away.
9. SUNDAY MORNING. Maybe you just had a wild night. Maybe there's just not enough space at your place and you need to share your bed. Or maybe you just got really tired and someone else happened to be there. Doesn't matter because now the person with you looks way more comfortable than any blanket or pillow. Drape to your heart's content.
10. MOMENT AFTER. You just had incredible, vigorous sex and if you weren't a cuddler before, you are now. You're probably too exhausted to do anything else anyway. Just enjoy the moment.
11. MENAGE A TROIS. Or four, or five. Get a group and cuddle away.
12. PLAYER'S CHOICE. Pick one or make up your own!

ROAD TRIP
1. BREAK DOWN. Oh snap. Your car decided to break down out in the middle of nowhere. WHAT DO? Is that Leatherface? Will this be "Children of the Corn"?
2. HITCHHIKERS? Is this even a good idea? Threads may also have a third participant. Go wild.
3. WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST HIT? Dude, I hear deer mess up cars... Or I think that was a deer...
4. DON'T MAKE ME TURN THIS CAR AROUND. Alas. You're the parent or disgruntled friend who has had it up to here with all the fighting in the bakc. This thread may also have a third or even fourth participant, if you can wing it.
5. OMG, I WANT TO TAKE A PICTURE OF THIS LANDMARK! No, no, and no. You tell that person that they're going to be driven around and they're going to like it.
6. THE GREAT ESCAPE. Either dinosaurs or the mothman is chasing you. Don't stop now.
7. MAKE OUT. For whatever reason, the person you're traveling ith in the car. You would love to make out with them and then some.

(Borrowed from usquebaugh with love)

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ot3 df verse

[withimagination]

Eames had the perfect plan. Change the bedsheets, find flowers and sprinkle their petals from the door to the bed, light some candles, shower and primp, then strip down and set himself on the bed. He'd told Arthur, 8 o'clock, remember to tell Syeira. Arthur had just been working on his PASIV for a long time with no breaks, and he was hoping to have a date with Arthur, make him laugh, get him away from that machine and in bed with Eames.

He didn't count on Arthur not alerting Syeira to that fact or remembering their date at all. So here he is, naked as the day he was born, spread out on the bed with a space rose stem clenched in his teeth around a grin.

[child_of_bhaal]

Arthur had most certainly not told her. She'd tried to pry Arthur off that machine earlier in the day, but he'd just kissed her cheek and told her he needed to work. She hadn't come bugging him since, so she walks right in on Eames.

"Oh! Oh my-" She turns around immediately, a hand coming up over her eyes. It's not as if she's never seen him naked. But it had always been when Arthur was present. And the scene is too obviously romantic to be meant for her. It just triggers the normal response any person would have, really, walking into a display not meant for them.

"Eames! I am- so sorry!"

[withimagination]

The first thing he does is blush furiously, and bite down on the rose stem in surprise. Then he's cursing and spitting it out before calling, "No, no, Syeira, it's fine. It's your room. I'm sorry."

He gathers a blanket in his lap, and then laughs. "This is ridiculous. I am so sorry. I... made a date with Arthur."

[child_of_bhaal]

Well, it's nice to know that even Eames isn't immune to embarrassment. Or it would be, if she wasn't looking at the wall just now.

"You did? Oh... He didn't tell me. Obviously..... Um, is it okay for me to turn around?" It's awkward apologizing to the door jamb.

[withimagination]

He laughs again. "Yes, dear, I'm covered. I really do apologize. I was trying to make him laugh, and I told him to tell you, and he should have came by now, but..."

His face drops in disappointment. "I suppose he's not coming."

[child_of_bhaal]

Oh good. She turns around, her cheeks still pink all the way to her ears, trying not to look below his chin. She's always had a fondness for his broad shoulders, not usually in a sexual way, but she knows he's naked under that blanket. Makes it a little more difficult. So. Eyes on his face.

"Yeah... I saw him earlier, he had his nose buried in that machine. He didn't mention..." She lifts a hand to gesture at Eames. You know, being naked on her bed. "A date."

[withimagination]

He smirks at her pink cheeks. "Well. Since Arthur has left us in this very awkward position, we should take advantage of this time and then rub it in his face later."

He leans over and picks up a bottle of wine off the bedside table. "What do you say? I can put some clothes on, and we can drink ourselves silly. Or I can leave the clothes off, if you'd prefer? he teases, wiggling his brows once at her.

[child_of_bhaal]

Oddly, Eames flirting with her makes things easier. Because he's just joking, she knows. She walks closer (not that the space is very big at all), a wry smile on her face.

"Or there's a third option. I could go get him for you. There no need to settle."

[withimagination]

He raises an eyebrow. "You're completely mad if you think being with you is settling. Besides, I'm rather angry with our Arthur right now. I need some time to cool off."

His tone has a teasing lilt to it, but his eyes, downcast, are serious. He doesn't make a fool of himself for just anyone, and it stung that he didn't remember.

[child_of_bhaal]

She lays her hand on his shoulder, sitting beside him. He can say he's not settling all he wants, and she appreciates the kindness, but clearly this was not even close to the result he wanted.

"I'm sorry. I know he didn't mean to forget. He wouldn't stand you up on purpose."

[withimagination]

He laughs, a bitter edge to it, but he shakes his head and leans over to kiss her cheek softly. "You really do need to stop that. I know you're not hearing me, but I want to spend time with you. I truly do. And you don't need to apologize for Arthur. He's young, and he's barely been in relationships, let alone two at the same time, so he's got a lot to learn. It's not just about his dream sharing anymore. We've committed to him, and he needs to commit some time to us."

He gives her a smile to soften his speech. "How about it, then, hm? Spend a little time with me?"

[child_of_bhaal]

Her cheek is warm with embarrassment when he kisses it. She's just trying to comfort him, but Eames sees more than she does. It's to be expected, he's done this more than she has, but she's still abashed to be caught out by him. He's always had that effect on her; she wants to do well by him.

"I'd love to." Really, it's the only answer to his question.

[withimagination]

He smiles, a real, genuine smile, and nods. "There's a love."

Standing up with the blanket wrapped around him, he bends down, picks up his boxers, and somehow manages to wangle them on under the blanket. He drops it then, wiggling into some jeans and then a soft, long-sleeved shirt.

"There should be a corkscrew by the wine bottle, if you want to open it."

[child_of_bhaal]

"Hmm? Oh! Yes. Certainly."

Oops, she may have just watched Eames get dressed. Interestingly enough, there is something rather attractive about watching a well fit man put on clothes. Fabric, sliding over and contouring muscles and skin. Who knew?

She hopes she's not blushing too obviously, or that she never stopped from when she first walked in on him, as she reaches for the corkscrew. Opening the wine is a good task, it gets her eyes off him and let's her brain come back out of the gutter (The tiny bit that it ever strays in there, on the first place).

[withimagination]

Maybe, or maybe not. She can interpret his smirk however she wishes. He doesn't speak of it, grabbing the glasses he'd brought to the room and sitting down next to her on the bed again.

"I suppose all three of us should have talked about this before attempting it. I hope you don't think terribly of me now."

[child_of_bhaal]

If she's going to interpret, it'll be towards the result that is most embarrassing for her, because that's her luck.

"You went to a great deal of trouble to do something nice for someone you love. How could I ever think terribly of you from that?"

She's very matter-of-fact as she pours wine into both glasses. She's not from a world where wine is sipped and sniffed and barely tasted. She's from a world of long swallows that result in wiping mouths on sleeves. So the glasses get filled to decent levels.

[withimagination]

He smiles gratefully at that. She could have been exceptionally mean, but she's been utterly gracious and graceful.

The pour has him grinning and nodding. "Now that's a pour I can get behind. Here, love, cheers," he says, raising his glass to her. He swallows with a cheerful hum, nodding toward her.

"So what... what made you send Arthur in my direction?"

ROAD TRIP

[kennedy_san]

Pit stops were generally rushed affairs, people with places to go and things to see dropping by to give the bare necessities to the body. It was always that the destination meant more than the ride, but with the dusk long past, the hurried pace of the day gave way to the weary of night.

They'd taken shifts with who was in control of the bike, mainly to make sure that the farthest distance could be reached before rest became necessary. This wasn't necessarily a pleasure cruising, as the main reason behind the sudden departure had been a request from Jill to look into a possible location of Chris... and naturally Claire was no-questions-asked-let's-move about it. Not that he could blame her. He was tagging along to provide what resources he could in this manhunt. And Hunnigan was particularly good at finding people who didn't want to be found.

"Looks like the last official sighting of Chris is heading north into Canada near Kintla Peak," Even as extensive as the reach of his resource network was, Chris was a master at losing anyone trying to follow him. Lots of time being paranoid had helped hone that skill. And as exhausting as it was chasing after someone who was determined not to be found, he wasn't going to have Claire face that nightmare alone. Somehow, facing one nightmare together was enough to solidify that protective streak in him. "Probably going to need a heavier jacket." he cracked a grin, though he knew even as much as Claire was handling this in stride, it wasn't right. He'd seen plenty of things that shouldn't happen to people, but this... he knew how close these siblings used to be.

[dear_heart]

"I've been in colder places in less." She smirks back at him, tagging a long drink of water while they wait for the tank to finish filling.

It's not that she's underdressed, she's wearing jeans and riding jacket. And it's not that this is a fun jaunt for either of them. But she makes a joke of a past near death experience, because this is a stressful trip. Hunting her brother is painful, because it's not that he doesn't want the bad guys to find him, it's that he doesn't want anyone finding him. It hurts and she needs reasons to smile, to laugh.

Leon being with her helps. He knows her as well as anyone could. Probably more. He says what she needs to hear, when she needs to hear it. He does what needs doing. Which includes keeping her head on straight when she starts to get hyperfocused.

Sometimes, she looks at him and realizes that he's stepped into the space Chris used to occupy in her life. He's the closest person to her; she depends on him. He answers when she calls at stupid hours of the night.

The pump thunks, signaling that the tank is full. She takes the Boswell out, closes the gas tank, punches 'no' on the automated display asking if she wants a receipt.

"You want your turn driving now?"

[kennedy_san]

"Hm, I don't know what to do with that information," he chuckled a little, knowing that Claire had been in tougher situations, but those situations were more perilous and had less of a think first, do later. This was more of a... think while on the way type of gig, and it wasn't her style. Zombies and parasites didn't care how well you stealthed, they could smell you or hear your heartbeat. Hard to muffle those. "Permission to let my imagination run wild?"

Or maybe that had been an invitation? He'd keep it light hearted, she was under enough stress as it was, and this wasn't the time or place. In transit, the best thing to do was stay focused on the goal. Especially when it was the open highway ahead.

He made some last few swipes along his phone, requesting a drop off of some more appropriate weather clothing. It'd be a quick, covert stop. Mountains weren't nice, and if they did find Chris, he might need some help. It all depended on what condition he was when they found him. But to count his blessings, at least it wasn't the Antarctic."I'd be honored," he catches the keys as she tosses them his way, swinging one leg over the driver's seat and adjusting the mirrors.

"Besides, the scenery is nice, I mean... we could stop off in a national park, maybe find the largest ball of twine in the US, I also think there's a lot of alien conspiracy theorists who make a really mean bowl if chili in these parts."

He wasn't going to lie to himself, the chit-chat was him trying to cover up the fact he was a bit excited about driving-- and also that his passenger would be hugging him the whole way. In terms of a road trip, that was one of the better perks of this one.

[dear_heart]

"Please, run away with it. You'll likely end up in more fun places that the reality." She too keeps the tone light, because they both know he could guess what she meant by that context alone. Antarctica in a midriff had been both the extreme of discomfort and terrifying. Frankly, she had been more afraid of freezing to death than any of the bioweapons in Alexia's lab.

"Sounds like an adventure," she chuckles as she tosses the empty water bottle in the trash. This is what she meant by Leon knowing the kind of things to say. It's hard to be anxious and stressed about her wayward brother when Leon was being witty.

Now that didn't mean she couldn't be a little anxious about the fact that she was sliding in behind him on the motorcycle. There's definite tension as she snugs up against his back, but it's the kind that makes her a little warm in her belly.

Her hands slip around his waist, perhaps only a little slower than the should. Gliding under his jacket and palms smoothing over his stomach. His shirt is soft, and tempts her to curl her fingers in it. But that's not a secure hold, so she finds his belt to grip onto.

He's taller than she is, so she has to press her cheek against his shoulder. If she wanted to see the road, she'd have to push up. It was doable, but no point in it until it was necessary. She'll be fine like this, body pressed against his in one long line.

Well, for a given degree of fine. At least, if she ends up holding him too tight, or nuzzling her cheek against his jacket, she'll have the perfect excuse.

"Ready when you are."

[kennedy_san]

"Roger that," the bike came to life in a moment, but that wasn't the only thing making his heart beat a little faster. He peered briefly over his shoulder to glance at the top of Claire's head, grinning in a soft way that he would never admit to later. It was a guilty pleasure of his that someone as tough as Claire would allow him to take the lead and she trusted to follow.

It sure had changed from their first meeting, that's for sure.

"Safety first," some old habits didn't die, apparently, even hard. Police training had him depositing her helmet on before he put on his own. Pulling out of the station, he merged onto the highway again, the light of civilization rapidly receding. The ride was uneventful, the stars winking from beyond the sky.

Despite the circumstances that brought them here, Leon was grateful to have this kind of closeness with Claire. He'd go so far as to say intimate, as he doubted Claire revealed this side of herself with anyone-- Chris was actively avoiding being around to give her the space to he a younger sister anymore. Coming from a family where he was the only child, it was nice to be included... and to be abandoned, well.

It didn't sit well with him. Reaching behind him, he knocked gently on her helmet and turned his head slightly. "When was the last time you went camping on purpose?"

[dear_heart]

The helmet falling on her head drew a soft chuff of laughter from her. She had a habit of not wearing one, always wanting to be able to see, over the protection it afforded. But she relinquished one hand on him to fasten it under her chin, without argument. He was driving after all.

It was quiet, or as quiet as it could get, with the wind rushing by them and the roar of the engine. She was just drifting, not thinking, as they drove. Leon an ever present comfort that she held tightly to.

The knock made her head perk up, and she had to strain to hear him clearly. But gosh what a question. "Back when I was living on base with Chris. He was doing this training camp out thing with his squad, and they took me along. I think I was like, 14, 15?"

Harry Dresden and - ?

[dresdensluck]

Harry smiled as he snuggled her close, kissing along her lips, and face and neck, and back again. There was a softness now, here in this moment, after weeks of talking and seeing one another, weeks of long looks and touches, weeks of long walks and dances, and now, after a dinner, and a snuggle on the couch, somehow, here they were, together, on the bed, still clothed, but with hands exploring.

He felt a thrill of it, an intimacy he had not known in a very long time.

This was good.

He kissed her again, letting himself just sink into touching her, in no hurry, yet.

[indulge_in_touch]

It was a treat, getting to do this. Dating. She's been on dates, of course, but it's so rare. Life was always anything but normal for people like her, like them. So this rather slow courtship has been special, to say the least.

She liked Harry. He was funny and smart, and just the right kind of odd to be truly surprising and endearing at the same time. He took her dancing. He cuddled with her. She didn't even mind the extreme lack of electric utilities at his place. Honestly, she found the candles romantic. She couldn't claim Harry Dresden had snuck up on her. No she'd seen him coming a mile away.

The slow kisses were almost soothing, if it weren't for the low heat building behind them. Kissing had always been her favorite kind of touch. Indulging in it was a bit if a guilty pleasure.

"Been awhile since Ah did this," she says between kisses.