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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

[withimagination]

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.

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[withimagination]

"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.

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[withimagination]

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."

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[withimagination]

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."

[child_of_bhaal]

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

[withimagination]

"Fuck," he groans in dismay as he catches his cock by the base and pulls out of her mouth.

"Shit, I'm sorry, love, I'm sorry," he breathes, letting go of her hair and caressing her cheek. "That was brilliant, I just... I was thinking we'd fuck."

[child_of_bhaal]

She ends up gasping for air once he's made her stop. She smiles, blissful, nuzzling her cheek against his palm.

"It's alright. I just...like making you feel good." Frankly, if he had the stamina, she would happily have done that for hours. "However you'd prefer."

[withimagination]

He lets his thumb slide over her cheek, smiling.

"Let me make you feel good now," he says with a low voice, practically purring at her as he sits beside her toward the end of the bed. He slides a couple fingers under her chin and leads her mouth to his, growling as he bites at her bottom lip a little harder this time.

[child_of_bhaal]

"Aah-" She gasps vocally, and immediately presses forward, to kiss him fiercely. She can't help it, she always responds strongly to rougher treatment from the men she trusts. But after a few moments, she pulls back a little, eyes searching his.

"It doesn't have to be rough, if you don't want. I know- I know I get excited by it, but I do like it other ways."

She can't help herself, she has to check in. She and Arthur have a rhythm, they are comfortable being rough and gentle. They don't have to ask. But this is the first time she and Eames have been together without a guide.

[withimagination]

He brushes her hair back fondly, smiling at her.

"I would love to make love to you gently some time, but I was hoping we could be a little rough. That okay?" he asks, his thumb brushing her cheek again.

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[withimagination]

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.

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[withimagination]

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.

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[withimagination]

"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?"

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[withimagination]

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.

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[withimagination]

"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.

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[withimagination]

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.