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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

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She's probably blushing all the way down to her breasts. They can't see it, but she can feel the familiar heat in her chest.

"Oh," she tucks her hair behind her pointed ear, a habit when she feels bashful. And as is habit, it doesn't stay, just falling right back against her cheek. "You could have just asked."

Maybe she's even pink down to her belly, after that bold little statement.

He grins, leaning closer in her space. "Really?"

He might be just a little bit pleased, especially with her blush.

He's so wicked! And she is a bad liar, so she doesn't try. Just nods shortly, lifting her eyes to his. She's so shy when flirting. At least when it's overt and knows it's not just a joke. He did ask if she'd want to bed him, independent of their shared lover.

His expression softens to a smile, and he noses at her cheek. "May I kiss you?" his low voice rumbles.

Oh dear. She has a perfect moment of clarity, in which she realizes, without a doubt, that he has her number. She's already been seduced, all he need do is confirm his desire to actually have her. No wonder Arthur went with grumpy in response to Eames' charms, or he'd always be half out of his clothes before he realized what was happening.

"If you like." She has no coyness, no worldliness to combat the instant effect his tone and touch have on her. So she sounds breathy as she answers.

His smile turns wicked for a moment as he murmurs, "I do like." and then he's leaning in to kiss her, lips plump and smooth and slick against hers. He pushes his tongue against her lips in an attempt to kiss her deeper, an arm wrapping around her.

She makes a soft sound as he kisses her, a kind of helpless hum of her, very weak, defenses just crumbling pleasantly to dust, under the sweet, insistent advance of his mouth.

She opens for him, meeting his tongue with her own. She reaches for his shoulders to brace, keep herself up as she's pulled against him, but she has only one free hand. The other still has a wine glass in it, so she has to wrap her arms fully around those broad shoulders, bringing her even closer, so her breasts brush up against his chest.

Her surrender is sweet, and he kisses her sweetly in return, a hand reaching up to caress her cheek. He hums happily as she pulls herself closer to him, his hand moving lazily on her back. Just kissing like this is comforting, pleasurable. Still, he adds a nip to her bottom lip, just to see what she'll do.

She too, could spend hours just kissing. She's swiftly come to love it, after Arthur had given her her first. And Eames has a mouth made for kissing.

The nip gets a soft gasp of surprise, that shifts into a groan of pleasure. She's always liked a little pain with her pleasure, a bit of rough in the sweetness. If he wanted this slow and sweet, he could have that. If he wanted her hungry and wild, well all he'd need to do is keep giving her that edge of teeth.

His immediate thought is to tug on her lower lip with his teeth, rile her up some more, and he does so, opening his dark eyes to stare at her before releasing the skin. He attacks her mouth then, kissing her harder and more passionately.

"On a scale of one to- to ten," he breathes between kisses, "How awkward would it be for Arthur to walk in on us? One being no awkwardness, ten being... arriving at a wedding in wellies?"

She does get riled up, her eyes a deep forest green as a result of their passion. She responds to his attack in kind, making their kissing barely more than clashing teeth and rough bites. Her arms tighten around him, and he probably feels a sudden trickle of wet down his back as her wine spills a bit.

Then he asks his question. She's very distracted, so it takes a bit for the details to get through. When they do, she pulls back from their kiss, just her head, and looks dazed, flushed and confused.

"..in what?"

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He chuckles. "Ah... rain boots? I wouldn't think they'd have them in your world. Anyway, the point is, do you think Arthur will feel left out or awkward should he discover us? I mean, he deserves it, but I love him."

Well, if he wanted to get her to cool down, making her think like this will do it. It's not easy, but emotion and making sure her people are happy are her major motivators. So she breathes, and blinks, and answers with her instincts.

"I think if he comes in, he'll be surprised. And he'll either join us, or he'll watch." Because Arthur was the one who brought the three of them to the same bed. His hands had undressed her, while Eames had watched. Arthur had decided at what pace she had ridden Eames for the first time. Arthur loves them both, and they love him.

"If I thought he wouldn't like it, even in the smallest measure, I wouldn't have let you kiss me." And that's the truth of it.

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His breath comes out in a relieved rush, and he smiles.

"You're right, completely right. I'm just- I'm sorry. I'm just such a sap about him. I'd hate to hurt him even in the smallest way."

He plays with a curl of hers. "Are you still favorable toward my proposal? I, ah... I'd still like to. If you do, too."

Eames feeling shy is so rare, it's like seeing a zebra at the North Pole. Still, he fidgets a little, still playing with her hair that he loves.

Eames being shy is practically unheard of. And to see it? She feels honored, actually. She touches his cheek gently, wanting to soothe that shyness, make him comfortable again, her smile soft and sincere.

"There's nothing wrong with being careful. You'll never hurt my feelings by thinking about Arthur's." On impulse, she kisses him, chaste and sweet.

"Let me put this away," she says, leaning back from him to set her cup somewhere not on the bed. "You know, Arthur might just appreciate you asking for this."

She sits back up, hands now free. She puts them on his shoulders, toys idly with his collar. She's not a seductress, but she loves to touch, to be allowed to touch. So she touches him now, like this, a simple thing to most, but to her, she's being extremely forward on her own accord.

"I think the word he used to describe me was 'insatiable'. More than once. Usually following a sentence like 'you're not tired!?'" She chuckles, light and honest. "I cut into his sleep a lot, I think."

He leans into the touch, listening to her with a smile. Honestly, she's the best thing that's ever happened to Arthur and Eames. She's such a good influence, such a good person.

He lets out a surprised noise at the kiss, but he hums appreciatively a moment later, smiling when she toys with his collar. Eames very much enjoys touch. He's always been that way, and sometimes, Arthur leaves him touch-starved with the way he holds himself back.

He laughs, amused at the last part, and pushes a strand of hair from her face. "You know, you and I might be better-suited, at least sexually. I'm not saying I can get it up all the time, but I desire sex a bit more than Arthur. We might be able to sate our needs while Arthur rests if we make this a habit."

"You think so?" She considers that for a moment, her hands still wandering aimlessly, just touching, tracing the lives and paths of his chest.

"That might be my doing, really. He's very uh... accommodating to my wants." She's resigned to being blushed pink for the rest of this conversation. She's never really talks about sex with anyone but Arthur.

"It might be, um, beneficial for all three of us. Spread the energy around."

He caresses her cheek, smiling fondly at her.

"It might be. Worth a shot," he says with a cheeky grin. He leans over and gives her a soft kiss, slowly drawing out kisses with her until he's kissing her passionately, pushing with his tongue.

His grin draws an answering one from her, so she's smiling as he kisses her again. She sinks into it as it intensifies, opening up for him as his tongue presses in.

With Arthur, she has a habit of going for his hair. She has a fondness for mussing up that perfect style, to have physical evidence of him coming unbuttoned with her. Eames is different. Even at his most quaft he's got a wild quality to him, something a bit loose and unkempt. So she's not sure where she wants to go.

At least for Syeira, she's playing this all by ear. So she goes for the part of Eames she favors most. Her hands glide over his shoulders, down his chest. Taking their time, exploring the wider expanse of his body. He's so big, it makes her feel kind of delicate in comparison.

Her kisses are just as intense, and they draw him in, causing him to hum and smile against her lips. She feels incredibly small to him, as well. Arthur's a little bigger, the curves are different. But he loves women's bodies, loves their curves and breasts and lovely long legs. He prefers men's bodies, but he still loves to make love to women.

Her hands go down his chest, and he takes his shirt and pulls it off over his head, tossing it to the side, and then returning to kissing her.

When he pulls off his shirt, she watches with a bit more focused interest than she probably should show. You know, if she were any kind of seductress. But she's not, so she watches with clear appreciation for the sight, licking her lips even, before he pulls her back in and claims them.

She's not so small that their difference will be a problem. It never has in the past. There just more time to truly appreciate the differences when it's just the two of them.

"Is it strange," she asks between kisses, her hands smoothing down his chest and belly, finding their way around to his back. "To tell you that...mm...I kind of like how big you are?"

He appreciates her obvious approval. He grins, stopping their kissing after she admits that.

"Never be too shy to admit a thing like that, darling. We call that a 'kink'. Size difference, that is. It's okay. I like how you're smaller. I like that Arthur's smaller than me, too."

Another grin, and then he's pulling her closer, tugging at her top (??). He stops, frowning and tugging.

"How does this work?"

She can't blush more than she already is, so she just nods. "Arthur is bigger than I am, but your...more. I feel...I don't know... Fragile, I guess."

That frown makes her chuckle and she draws back to help him.

"Here, like this." She pulls on the lacing that binds the bodice together. It unknots and the fabric relaxes a bit. She pulls at the cord, drawing it out from the eyelets that kept the fabric together. It's similar to a corset, but without the supportive boning in the cloth. The tiny waist and perky breasts are all her and that elven blood of hers. "Then you can just pull the chemise off over the head."

"Ah..." he says hesitantly, watching her undo the lacing and helping her out of it. Then he's following her advice and pulling her chemise up over her head.

He breathes a heavy breath out, always mesmerized by her perky breasts. He runs a hand over one and cups it, enjoying the feel of her soft skin, the weight of it in his hand. He gives it a light squeeze, and then he leans in to kiss her again, his other hand smoothing down her side.

She doesn't have the largest breasts, but for her size they're full and plump, just shy of being too much for her frame. Still, Eames' hands dwarf them, and that's a bit thrilling for her. She let's out a soft sigh when he squeezes, pressing into his palm when he comes back in to kiss her.

She loves to kiss, and it's easy to just lose herself in kissing and touching, being kissed and touched in return.