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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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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.

He loves to kiss, too, loves to kiss her. She has pretty lips.

"You're so gorgeous," he murmurs, twisting a finger in her hair. "So lovely."

He kisses her cheek, and then he stands up, undoing the button on his jeans and pulling down the zipper, then pushing the jeans down with his boxers.

"You, too, love."

She'sa little caught up in watching him undress, so the prompting is needed. She can't help it; he's kind of magnificent. Arthur has a lean muscle beauty, but Eames is bronzed and powerful looking, and the tattoos add a kind of exotic flair.

She blinks and kneels up, at his cue. More lacing, but not much. There's actually more along the sides of her pants, to keep them fitted to her body. She doesn't undo those. Instead she slips off her boots and simply peels her pants off.

For being so short, she has strong and shapely legs, soft and eternally smooth, save for places that have scars on them. Still even though she has plenty of them, magic heals things well, and they aren't so bad as to ruin the look of her.

She sits on the edge of the bed, and reaches for his hand to draw him closer to her. She's shy, but taking care of the needs of another always gives her courage. She lays her palms lightly on his hips, looking up at him.

"Shall I please you, dear Eames?"

Eames has a few scars, too, but not too many. His tattoos are extensive, black ink running along his arms and chest. He looks even broader with a shirt off.

Syeira is breathtaking, her breasts perky and full, her body muscular but not overly, her legs soft and smooth. He's lead easily to the bed, and he's so turned on that he can't even muster a smile, breathing out a sigh.

(Who's seducing who now?)

"Yes. Please," he groans. His cock is half-erect and getting harder by the moment, pink and slick with pre-cum.

She loves doing this. Hasn't even begun, but she already finds it intoxicating, the way he groans in anticipation. Her hands smooth over the strong muscles of his thighs, fingers tease the edge of his hips. She thinks if she does this properly, she could draw him from memory. Wouldn't that be a lovely gift for Arthur?

She leans in, letting her cheek brush his near hardness, turning to nuzzle against the growing line of it. She traces it with her lips, soft, open kisses, some that end with just a hint of the tip of her tongue.

Big, she thinks again. Not longer than Arthur, but wider. Even after rigorous sex, Eames is a challenge to take. And her mouth can only open so far. That thought sends a thrill along her spine, and she drifts up to the tip of his cock, let's her tongue sneak out and lick a bead of pre-come from it. She turns her eyes up to him then, to watch his expression as she takes him into her mouth, just a little first, lightly sucking, as if to be gentle with him at the start

He's struck by the sight she makes, watching her nuzzle against him. His breath comes out in little puffs as she kisses him, starts to use her tongue. He watches her lick at him, moaning as she looks up at him and takes him in her mouth. His hips twitch, as if wanting to fuck up into her, but he knows he's bigger than Arthur. She won't be used to his girth.

"Ungh, fuck," he moans, his hand resting on her head.

While she appreciates the care, she has her preferences. She lifts her mouth from him for a moment to say, "Move how you want. I'm tougher than I look. I'll stop you if it's too much. Promise."

That's part of the appeal. He's big and she's small, and he can manhandle her in ways Arthur won't, because he's so careful with her, even when they get rough. If Eames wants to be gentle, it's more than fine, but she doesn't want him holding back on her account. Because she can take it. She likes taking it.

He laughs, strained. "I know you're tough, darling." He just didn't realize that's what she wanted. He really isn't surprised, though. She seems to like things rough.

Now, he lets his hips roll, moaning at the wet heat of her mouth. He's not holding back, though, like the careful way Arthur's always holding himself back. He trusts Syeira to know her limit.

She has an answering moan, as he does what she said he could. Of course, she does have her limits, they both know that, so she wraps one hand around his thrusting shaft, so he gets the stimulation without going too far into her mouth, at the same time.

Her hair is annoying though, falling in her face. She shoves it back, uselessly, with her free hand, trying not to knock his from her head. It's difficult holding it and keeping in rhythm with his thrusts. Doesn't mean she's going to stop.

"Hold on," he says, just managing to stop his hips. He leans over, gathering stray pieces of hair, and holds her hair at the top of her head.

He tugs at her hair a little, knowing that Syeira likes a little pain with her pleasure. "Is that okay?" he breathes, hoping that that helps even a bit.

There's just too much of it for him to hold it all, so some curls fall out down her back a bit, but it's good enough to keep it out I'd her way. Then he gives her hair that tug, and she has to pull back off him for just a moment, an appreciative moan passing her lips.

"Yes," her voice is low, raspy with pleasure. "Thank you." And then she goes right back to it, with enthusiasm.

His lashes flutter at her voice, turned on by the rasp in it. He moans as she returns to the task, his hips moving with her. It feels so good, different from when Arthur takes him in his mouth (not that Arthur does badly, just different).

It's incredibly satisfying, and he's noticed how praise affects Syeira, so he murmurs a "Beautiful, Syeira."

And it does affect her, showing in how she redoubles her efforts, moving faster, trying to take him in further. He nudges at the back of her throat with each thrust. She's never gone further than that with either of them, not successfully anyway.

That makes him release a strangled groan, tugging on her hair again. He's in trouble now if they don't slow down.

"Shit, Syeira, I'm gonna come if you don't stop."

If he intended for that to be a discouragement, it falls flat. In fact, it seems more encouragement, and she keeps going.