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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 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."

[withimagination]

"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?"

[child_of_bhaal]

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."

[withimagination]

"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."

[child_of_bhaal]

"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?"

[withimagination]

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

"Tell me."

[child_of_bhaal]

"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."

[withimagination]

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.

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[withimagination]

He angles his head up, pressing into her lips excitedly. She's incredibly sexy right now. He moans against her lips, his hands dipping down to her waist.

[child_of_bhaal]

Yes. Yes, she wants more of this. More of Eames, this big, powerful, confidant man responding to her lead like this.

Without breaking the kiss, she slides over him, knees straddling his hips. He loves her hair, and she lets it fall over her shoulder, curls brushing his cheek, his shoulder, scent of clean shampoo and soap, contrasting with the faint sweat and blood on her skin.

She moves down to his jaw, along the line of his throat. She licks over his pulse pointedly, but moves on. She kisses to the spot she'd told him she wanted to mark. She nuzzles there, tempting herself, teasing him. Will she, won't she

[withimagination]

His lips push up against hers when she's over him, drawn to her like a magnet. He reaches out to touch her hair while she moves down, his breath hitching when she licks his pulse point. She kisses his pec, and he's breathy with want, practically panting as she teases him.

"Syeira," he whimpers, not even caring how manly he does or doesn't sound. All he can concentrate on is her mouth.

[child_of_bhaal]

He sounds delicious. And his responses just fuel her. She delicately flicks her tongue out, grazes his nipple, moves her mouth back upward.

Just a little bit, she thinks. Just a little bit, for them both. She opens her mouth, dragging her lips across the skin purposely, before setting her teeth oh so carefully, getting herself a good mouthful. She doesn't bite. She sucks, soft and steady, and with intension. She wanted leave a mark, and she's going to.

[withimagination]

His breath is sharp when she flicks her tongue over his nipple. He feels a tiny bit of interest stirring in his genitals. But he doesn't even care if he gets off. This is sinfully amazing.

He makes a desperate sound when she sets her teeth against him and sucks, back arching again, his fingers pressing into her hips hard enough to make bruises.

[child_of_bhaal]

Honestly, if he's done for a while, she'll still be happy. Very happy. The noise he makes encourages her to work a bit harder, press her teeth just a little more, suck more strongly. It's going to be one hell of a hicky by the time she's done.

The grip on her hips gets a soft, approving him out of her, and she rocks gently. She's not expecting anything there, but she can't help but to move. She's so wet and hot.

[withimagination]

The desperate noise gets a reprisal, and his grip gets even harder on her hips. She rocks there in his lap, and he inhales sharply. He moves his head to the right, so he can see, and his hand moves down, reaching between her legs and feeling for her clit, rubbing once he found it.

[child_of_bhaal]

When he finds that sensitive spot, she jerks, hips shoving down hard into his, against his hand. She also bites harder, just for a split second, before she pulls her mouth off, tossing her head back with a vocal gasp. It's a struggle, but she's still present, and not hurting Eames is a priority.

[withimagination]

The feeling of her on him is actually making his dick try very valiantly. Still, he doesn't care if it works its way up or not. He pauses, though.

"You okay? Should I stop?" he practically pants out, worked up terribly over her sucking and biting. He doesn't know how far she wants to take it, and until then, he's going to keep checking.

[child_of_bhaal]

It's not that she doesn't appreciate the care she gets from her men, but she'd already told him before, if she didn't like it, she'd say so.

"You can stop," she drops her head back down, kisses him hard with a nip of her teeth at the end. "When I'm finished."

She grinds herself hard against his hand, showing him that she's more than anxious to keep going.

[withimagination]

Message received. He leans up to kiss her, biting at her lips.

"Yeah, okay," he sighs, his fingers picking up their pace again.