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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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[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?"

[child_of_bhaal]

"If you wanted less, you'd have brought smaller goblets." Because that's what wine glasses are: goblets. You fill a goblet.

She raises up her glass at his trust and takes a hearty swallow. Which gets stuck for a second as his question registers. She doesn't come, bit it's a near thing.

"Well," she holds her cup in her lap, a serious expression on get face that matches her tone. "He was already wanting to go to you. All I did was let him know he wasn't being stopped."

[withimagination]

He chuckles at her first statement, but then he turns serious, turning to her and bringing up his legs on the bed.

"Most people would have been offended. They would have seen me as 'the other woman.' I don't remember you even acting jealous once."

[child_of_bhaal]

It's a good thing they're drinking, because suddenly the conversation warrants alcohol. She is quiet for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

"Before I was brought to the fleet, I knew one thing about my life for certain: I would die. And I knew I would die young. I would die and there was no certainty that I'd get to do or have the things that most everyone is sure they will get.

I turned down a man back home that wanted to be with me romantically. Knowing then that I'd probably never get another chance, I still couldn't be with him. I didn't want him like that, and he....he wanted me for the wrong reasons.

Arthur is a blessing. He does love me, for me. He knew me first, and the bhaalspawn last. And still he loves me. And I love him. And when you really love someone, you love all of them.

How could I be jealous of his feelings for you? You give him things I can't, and you don't want to take him away from me. How could I take you away from him? That's not love. That's... That's avarice. That's cruelty and selfishness. Love is a gift. And how lucky he is to have found it twice."

[withimagination]

Eames takes a big swallow in response, sticking an elbow out so he's leaning. "Why did I think this was a topic for before we were drunk."

He shakes his head and runs a hand over his chin. "I... That was very eloquent, and I... I can never begin to thank you enough. For being willing to share. I do believe you're the best thing that happened to him. I don't even know if he would have been willing to date me before you. We've always had something there. I'd just... I'd never been bold enough to go after him."

[child_of_bhaal]

Why indeed.

But she now gives him raised brows, mildly incredulous.

"You? Not bold enough?" She looks around the room pointedly, where flower petals are still strewn about. "There's still a flower with your teeth marks in its stem on his pillow."

[withimagination]

He cringes almost imperceptibly, his smile just this side of forced. She's not easily conned, so he eases himself down on the bed, shrugging.

"We have this... tension between us. The concept is that I flirt with Arthur, and he pretends to be grumpy about it. Of course, I know now that it's all a charade with Arthur, that he needs me to be this over the top, that his eye-rolls and shaking of his head are really his way of saying 'I like you.'

But back then... I really had no idea what was reality between us. I'm afraid he didn't let himself want me, and therefore I wasn't certain of anything. I didn't want to know if he really hated me."

[child_of_bhaal]

"Well," she starts, laying down on her stomach, parallel to him, on the bed. "I can't speak about what life was like for either of you back on Earth. But, what I can say is, it was obvious, when you first arrived, that he had deep feelings for you."

She takes a drink of her wine, and smiles as she remembers.

"He got all tense, and his eyes got those little crinkles around them while his mouth got a really hard frown. You could just tell he was fighting really hard not to smile. He was so happy to see you, but so worried. And I figured out why fairly quickly.

Honestly, even if it had been just the two of you still back on Earth, I think you'd have come together eventually. Your lives were to high risk for you both not to get a kick in the right direction eventually."

[withimagination]

Surprisingly, his cheeks heat up, turning a soft pink. He can't blame the wine.

"I, ah... thank you, dear. That's... It's strange, being in a polyamorous relationship. For many reasons, I suppose, but especially because... I believe you've been a big influence upon me. For the better, of course."

He laughs softly. "I don't know how you two got together though. You blush and fidget around each other so much."

[child_of_bhaal]

She chuckles, at for the first part

"Well neither have I. To tell you a secret, I'm just making it all up as I go."

And then the laugh fades again, c for the second part.

"We um... I died. Here. Protecting him from a kind of dragon creature." Dinosaur. "But somehow, Atroma was able to keep me from being taken to my father's realm in the Nine Hells. They put me back together and dumped me back on the Red Fish. Arthur found me, and first thing he kissed me. I barely remembered it, I was so ill. But we came together after that. Slowly. Really, I think we're still figuring out how to do this."