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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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She makes a hungry noise, as if he'd just offered up her favorite food while she was starving, and lunges in to kiss him, hot and hard.

"Don't be afraid to leave marks," she says against his mouth. "I'll tell you if I don't like something."

Clearly, someone is happy. Like a ravenous kid in a candy store.

Her kisses leave him wanting more, and he says against her lips, "Same to you," in a deep voice. He wants her to bite and scratch, too. He likes that sharp stab of pain that turns to arousal.

Suddenly, he pushes her back with a grin, aiming to get her head on the pillow, so he can slot himself on top.

She to yips as she's pushed back. Her head lands on the pillows, hair all around, her hands beside her. And he's over to of her. It's not anything that hasn't happened before, but this time it feels different, new.

A thrill of heat curls low in her belly as he looms over her with that grin of his. She feels petite and delectable and purely excited.

She looks incredible spread out underneath him. He loves the way she feels, how soft her skin is when he touches her side. He leans down to kiss her, not delicate or polite about it at all.

He reaches between her legs, feeling how wet she is there, working his fingers inside her to open her up a little more.

She too likes the way he feels, strong and hard under her hands, which slide over his biceps, that are practically big as her head.

His touch between her thighs, prompts a needful moan against his kiss. She spreads for him, knees raised and framing his hips snugly, as she rocks against his fingers.

"Beautiful, love, just beautiful," he breathes against her cheek. When he's sure she can take it, he lines himself up and pushes inside her. He's not as gentle as Arthur, but he still tries to take care that she's okay.

Once his cock is pushed in more, he pushes her hair out of her face, breathing a little heavy as he kisses the corner of her mouth.

"You okay?"

She feels a mixture of amusement, frustration, and pleasure when he pushes inside her. He stretches her beautifully, but he hesitates. She almost, almost whines.

"I'll be better," she turns her head to catch his lips, nip harshly at his lower lip that it borders on mean. "When you get moving, Mr. Eames."

She said she could take it, and she meant it.

So sassy. She and Arthur. He makes an amused, strained noise, and slams his hips up into her and out, taking on a harsh pace. It's a fierce pace to begin with, but it's making pleasure shoot around his body, and she told him to get moving.

He watches her with his mouth cracked open, his eyes dark. She's absolutely beautiful like this, and he leans over to bite at her neck, nip the skin there.

The sudden slam of him in her drives a yell from her lips, that harmonizes with the heavy thwack of the headboard against the wall. And the sounds don't stop under his powerful onslaught. Not from her. Not from the bed.

She makes moaning and mewling sounds, from the friction of their bodies, from the bite of his teeth on her neck. She doesn't just lie there and endure it, though. Her hips rise up to meet him each time, a leg hooking around him to help give her leverage to keep up the pace. And her hands slow off their strength, squeezing on his arms in sync with each inward thrust. By the time they're done, he might have bruises in the shape of her fingerprints.

"Ah, fuck," he curses, sucking a mark onto her neck. He worries wildly that she'll mind after that, but there's nothing he can do now. It's done. So he continues his brutal pace.

It feels fucking fantastic, her fingers burying themselves in his skin, her leg around him, her filthy noises. Their skin connects each time, another noise added to the loud noises coming from her and the bed. He's panting above her, murmuring praise as his hips work with hers.

Pain gets her riled, and the line between it and pleasure is completely blurred for her right now. All she is, all she feels is passion. She wants and needs, and he doesn't give. He crashes upon her, like waves on rocks.

"Eames..." She has a habit of never calling out like most people. Calling to gods is a cultivated broken habit. And she's adopted either swearing, or substituting some other name. Usually it's Arthur's that she cries out to in helpless passion, but this time it's Eames. It means something; that she's fully present, fully aware that it's him she's with. Him she wants.

His name spurs him on, makes him bite down on her shoulder, lick over the mark and kiss it. The headboard is really slamming by now, as their hips move together, and he doesn't even think of someone hearing them.

All he can think of is her and how he's making her feel, and how she's making him feel. He continues his pace, feeling the pleasure building inside him, his body feeling electric.

While she's been vocal pretty much the entire time, but that bite gets a down right filthy sound out of her. A hand comes up to the back of his neck, an urgent press there.

"More. Harder." She's not really thinking about what she's asking. He'd bitten her plenty hard that last time. What she wants is the is the skin break, though she can't articulate it any clearer, for either of them. She just knows that if he does what she wants, that will be it.

His first thought is holy shit. And then he's worried, worried it'll hurt, worried she'll regret it. But he's doubted her every step of the way and she's proven she's a tough thing.

He bites down again on her shoulder, hard, and feels the skin break, feels blood smear against his lips.

The feel of her skin breaking, the smell of blood, do what she instinctively knew they would. She comes hard, her entire body going tight and tense with it. It's powerful enough that he's not escaping some marks of his own. Her nails scratch harshly down the back of his neck, along his shoulders. The wounds will certainly sting later.

The scratches, the blood against his lips, on his tongue, her tightening around him. It's all far too much to not come. He thrusts in her through it, pulsing and coming hot and sticky inside her.

He gets close to collapsing on her, but he pulls out of her quickly, collapsing beside her on his back, his fingers trailing over her wound. "You really liked that, yeah? The blood?"

She wouldn't have minded him collapsing on top of her. She wouldn't mind a lot of things just now. Once the intensity passes, she goes limp as a noodle, trading some time to just try and catch her breath.

It's harder than one would think. As usual, she feels energized after her orgasm, but this time she's got a fresh bite on her shoulder. Still oozing. There's blood in her nose and throbbing in her shoulder. She feels like she could do that again. But harder this time.

"I haven't really explained a lot about myself to you, have I?" She rolls her head toward him. He's a very handsome man. "Blood is a... Stimulant for me. I would be very happy to do that again. Right now."

She rolls over on her side, and leans over him to steal a kiss, the heat of it just barely contained. "Don't worry, I know you need to rest after that."

"Oh God," he moans, kissing her back. He wants to very badly. But he's not sure his dick will cooperate. "I really want to, darling." He spreads blood across her shoulder, his eyes big and dark. "Fuck, I really want to," he murmurs under his breath. He looks up at her then.

"What about me? Is my blood... stimulating?"

His adamant admission makes her groan. He's making restraint difficult, especially with him smearing blood across her skin.

"Yes," her tone is dark, eyes intense. She knows she should tell him to not encourage her, but she can't. "More than mine."

"But it's safer if it's not you, or Arthur." She traces a path on his shoulder where she'd scratched him only moments ago. It was a little swollen, with spots where thin lines of blood were welling up. Nothing serious. "This is fine, but I wouldn't trust myself to do more."

"Oh," comes his strained reply. He lies back, letting out a heavy sigh.

"All right."

He runs his hand up her thigh absently. "I don't think I can get it up for a while."

"It's okay. We can just talk." She moves her hand across his chest, just light brushing of her fingertips. She has thoughts about leaving a mark there.

"This is my favorite part of you." After that kind of sex, it's hard to be shy, and she does feel like talking. "I imagine most people fall for your lips first. You express most of your thoughts through them. But your chest, your big shoulders, those are my favorite. I always want to lean, it lay on you here..."

She pauses, licks her lips, and flicks her gaze up to his. "Do you want me to tell you what I would really like to do right now?"

He smiles, listening to her talk, his blood turning hotter at every word. He meets her eyes and nods.

"Tell me."

"I want," she emphasizes that word. Want, not will. This is just talk... Right? "To bite you, right about...here."

She draws a soft circle on his left pectoral. Sucks on her bottom lip, imagining. "Leave teeth marks that will last weeks."

His back arches almost imperceptibly, and he breathes out a breath of air.

"Fuck. I wish you could."

He's embarrassingly hot all over at the thought of it.

His reaction is intoxicating. Empowering. She can't resist leaning down again to kiss him, slow but deep. She knows he's tired, but she's still exciting him. She wants to feed that a little more.