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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)

Comments

[child_of_bhaal]

She's mid drunk when he asks that question, so he's treated to the spectacle of her half choking on her wine, and then having a little coughing fit after.

"...what?" Is all he gets after a minute of her coughing and eyes watering.

[withimagination]

He smirks, patting her back gently and rubbing in circles there.

The response to her 'what' is immediate. "Fucking, dear. How good is Arthur at his lovemaking? It's not fair to keep secrets."

It's a genuine question, but he's playing with her, teasing her. He seems to enjoy poking at her as much as he does Arthur.

[child_of_bhaal]

How is this fair? It is not. He's picking on this poor, innocent child. Wicked wicked man.

"Uhhm... I like it?" She's nearly as red as her hair, and only partly from that coughing fit. "I don't... I don't really have um... Experience outside of....of you both."

[withimagination]

Poor, innocent child my ass.

Okay, but yeah he knew that from Arthur. "Well, I can say with certainty that you are a very attentive and thorough lover. Arthur can rush things, but... Honestly, it's better for me when I love the person. I haven't had this much good sex in a long time."

[child_of_bhaal]

Oh, that is so nice. Eames could praise her all day and she's probably never tire of it.

"Thank you," she ducks her head, but her smile is pleased. "I try my best. I like...making him -and you- feel good."

[withimagination]

"I like the very same thing, my dear," he says with a grin, clinking his glass with hers, and then stops.

"No, I meant... making you and Arthur feel good. Not me," he says with a laugh. Oh well. She knows what he means.

[child_of_bhaal]

She laughs, and it's a good release of the embarrassed tension. Eames being fallible is always surprising to her for some reason, in a good way.

"Well I would hope you like it when I try to please you, or it would make things very awkward."

Actually, that gives her a thought. The humor cools, get smile turning more caring, as she reaches out to lay a hand on his.

"I want you to always feel cared for, important, when we're... together. Because you are. We aren't in love, you and I, but that doesn't mean I don't love you, or want you like that."

[withimagination]

He smiles back, rolling his hand so they're holding hands.

"I want that for you, too, you know. I always have, and I always will. You and Arthur are the most important people in my life."

He pats her hand. "Do you ever think about... us? For example, if Arthur was okay with it, would you have sex with me? Without Arthur around, that is."

[child_of_bhaal]

Welp, here comes the blush roaring back into her cheeks. She bites her lower lip and looks away, because the answer is 'yes'.

"Arthur taught me that it was alright to find other people attractive. That having 'crushes' is normal. And you..."

She did this to herself. She realizes this.

"Well, you're the second man I've ever been with. And it would be very difficult not to think about you, even without that." Syeira. Why. Put the shovel away, the hole is deep enough.

"I mean, with you being you," she gestures to all of him. "And all..."

[withimagination]

He gasps dramatically, putting a hand to his chest in mock offense. "I don't know if you're trying to tell me you have a crush on me or you think I'm slutty. Either way..." He wiggles his eyebrows. "I think that was a yes."

He turns his lips to her and points at them, indicating that she should kiss him.

[child_of_bhaal]

"No! I wouldn't- I didn't mean it bad- I..." Well, good job, Syeira. He actually deserves a kiss to make up for that colossal screw up in trying to tell him she finds him attractive.

"Sorry," she said sheepishly, even as she leans in to give him, what she assumes, is an apology kiss.

[withimagination]

He accepts a chaste kiss with pleasure. Once they both pull away again, he opens his eyes and grins.

"Honestly, dear. I'm teasing you. I know what you meant. I just wanted my kiss."

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[withimagination]

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

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

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[withimagination]

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

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[withimagination]

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.

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[withimagination]

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.

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[withimagination]

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?"

[child_of_bhaal]

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?"

[withimagination]

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."

[child_of_bhaal]

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.