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IT'S VALENTINE'S DAY

so play something cute!! pick from any meme. or combine them if you're crazy.

The Body Heat Meme

Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.

Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket.

A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!

So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!

Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.

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The Bathing Meme

Scrub-a-dub-dub, this meme is ridiculous. No, really. This is a meme about taking a bath. Silly.

- Post your character with name, series, and preferences as the subject header or as a note in the comment box.
- Reply to other characters, using the RNG (1-8) to choose a bath type from the list below.
- Characters bathe. Or other things involving a bath. Whatever, dudes. Anything goes!
- Sexy times and/or triggery material may pop up in threads. Please be conscientious toward your fellow roleplaying buddies!

1. Bubble Bath: Here, the characters are sharing a humongous bubble bath with all the froth they can handle. The scent is delicious, the water is warm—go on, enjoy yourselves!
2. Shower: Perhaps not as fun as a bubble bath, but hey, at least it's built to accommodate two. Don’t slip!
3. Hot Tub: A whirlpool of warmth and—mm. Don't mind me. I'll just be sinking in.
4. Hot Springs: An outdoors bath is good, too, right? Or maybe this is part of a hotel. Either way, it sure is steamy.
5. Decadent Bath: There could be bubbles here, or maybe just those wonderful smelling oils and salts. Awwww, yeah. This bath probably cost a small fortune, so you should enjoy it while it lasts.
6. Lake: In case the hot springs weren't rugged enough for you, here's an actual lake, complete with waterfall for all your rinsing pleasures.
7. Communal Bath or Shower: Group showers aren't everyone's thing but sometimes, you're left no choice. And, hey, some people like it. Watch your hands! (Groups and Threadjacking encouraged for this.)
8. Other: Bathe in a shoebox for all I care!

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Mm... Perhaps. [ he responds, somewhat distractedly. Leave it to Judith to be unable to behave in this sort of situation for more than a few minutes. She really is a fiery woman. But if she's going to insist on being forward, he may as well give up on staying gentlemanly - not that it's difficult when she's almost on top of him and petting him like this. He won't stand by and let himself be teased! Zara smirks, shaking his head slightly. ]

I thought you said you'd think about behaving.

[ tilting his head up, he leans forward, stealing a quick kiss from her; his hands slip down, squeezing her hips playfully. ]

I did think about it. This whole time, I considered it.

[ About the sort of face he'd make if he looked at her fully, about any sensitive spots she could exploit, about how the water would make it feel--

But her smile as as placid as ever. It's the mischievous spark in her eyes that he'll want to watch out for, and she may not give him much of a chance to notice it as she leans in for another kiss, this one not so fleeting. His hands are encouraging-- good. ]

But you like me when I'm not so good, don't you?

[ he'd have to be crazy not to be encouraging - he may be a rabbit, but he's also a man, and she's almost more of a woman than he can handle. Tension coils in the bottom of his stomach as she pulls him in for a deeper kiss; he lets his eyes flutter shut again, returning it without hesitation. The sensation of her lips on his, the warmth of the water seeping into his skin and fur, the weight of her body and hands against him -- it was a heady mixture, and he hears his pulse accelerating in his ears.

Yes. Dangerous. And she's absolutely doing it on purpose. Getting into these games with her is a bad idea - he always loses. Zara's pale cheeks are flushed when she breaks away, and it's probably not just the steam. ]

I do, [ he admits, ] and I also think you didn't try very hard at all.

There was an attempt made. [ Not a very good one, but she'd at least tried, with the innate understanding that Zara probably wouldn't have minded if she made a move sooner or later. And really, how could he think she'd be able to resist doing something when he was so flushed?

One hand drifts down, and she drums her fingers lightly against his chest. ]

But you're hard to resist.

[ while he's far from muscular, he's not just loose skin, either; his chest offers faint, wiry resistance, and a quick heartbeat, despite his continuing insistence on acting cool and in control. He gives her a wry look, eyebrow raising. She's one to talk. ]

So are you. [ still, there's a softness in his eyes and voice. A hand moves to the middle of her back, as if directing her towards him. ] You don't have to resist.

Likewise. [ She'd never discourage Zara's attentions at this point, and if he wants her closer, she can certainly oblige. If it means ending up practically in his lap, much softer chest pressed against his (and yet she can still feel his heartbeat, resounding with hers), she's completely fine with this outcome. ]

It's such a nice bath, after all. We should make good use of our time.

[ By totally not getting clean. ]

[ his breath hitches in his throat, further shattering the illusion that Zara is managing to keep his cool here - he'd be flushed to the ears if they weren't on top of his head and helpfully hidden by fur. He brought this on himself, he knows. She's just too damned difficult to resist. Her strength, wit and quirky personality are what he loves most about her, but he'd be a liar if he said he didn't want her body, too. Feeling her bare breasts push against him sends a shiver down his spine. ]

You and I, [ he begins, leaning in to press a kiss to her neck, almost as a distraction, and remaining there as he draws his hand up her back to her shoulder blades, ] have very different ideas of what bathtime is for, Judith.

Oh, I think we can agree that it involves one very important step.

[ That being BEING NAKED, but she won't mention it. With damp skin meeting damp skin and Zara's lips a warm and welcome draw on her neck, it's likely he already realizes it.

There's a wicked curl to her smile when she slowly walks her fingers lower down his chest-- to nowhere dangerous yet, but the promise is there. Her voice is lower, almost a purr when she speaks again. ]

But I don't see why we can't follow through on both ideas.

One is rather -- counterproductive to the other.

[ considering he's having trouble forming sentences, though, one gets the impression he's not exactly resistant to her plans. He just can't help but be contrary - even though he's already lost this argument. Maybe it's in his blood. The teasing touch of her fingers on his chest makes his skin quiver, the spaces left behind warm; he shifts beneath her with a silent sigh, a leg brushing against her as he parts them a little more accomodatingly. One hand continues up her back, pushing into her dark hair as he nuzzles against her collarbone. The other finally sinks from her hip to squeeze her rear, instead.

Yup. He's definitely already lost. ]

[ She's always enjoyed the traces of Zara's wit, his pert replies, even when it's apparent that he's rapidly losing any form of protest he might have had for this venture.

With his hand suddenly much lower, she sighs softly, satisfied. Sinking down further is a simple act, fitting herself more neatly against him, but not close enough to bring this to an end so soon. ]

One just comes after another.

[ Her hand continues to glide, teasingly brushing a nipple, her fingers walking a trail down his ribs and easing down to rest on a hip. He can figure out which comes first, surely, and Judith slowly tilts her head back, baring her throat.

All of herself, really. An act of submission, for most, but it's rarely that simple with her. She gives as good as she's offered; it's a promise. Whatever he chooses to do, hopefully he's prepared for an equal response.

(But she's not as patient as she could be, and she's tempted to drag his mouth back to hers.) ]

Judith...

[ admittedly, he'd had a feeling things might end up this way from the start. Judith was like that. But he'd certainly gone and joined her, anyway, because he could be rather like that, too, when the opportunity is there. She presses in even closer to him; he can feel every feminine curve brushing against his wet flesh, irresistable. Zara wishes he had more hands to touch her with.

He does his best with his body, instead, holding her against himself firmly. This time, he doesn't bother replying; the neck she yields to him is taken quickly. He trails kisses and hot breath along the soft white skin of her throat, each longer and sweeter than the last as he traces her pulse. His violet ears tuck back against his head to stay out of her face as he reaches her jaw, and after a pause, the idle hand tucked into her hair touches one of her antennae, fingers gently curling around the alien shape. ]

Are these sensitive? [ the rabbit asks with teasing curiosity, though his voice is weighted down with heavy breaths. ]

[ Teasing, even he's so heavily affected... she's fond of those moments, where Zara has yet to lose the edge of his wit, but has also made it abundantly clear that he won't be abandoning his desires so easily. Which, of course, she wouldn't dream of discouraging him from.

She may still look composed outwardly, but her pulse beneath his lips ought to have been a telling sign, racing the more he lingered against her neck. Even her breathing has taken a turn for the unsteady, soft and quiet, but wavering as she turns her focus to his question. ]

They certainly hurt when they're pulled, but I couldn't tell you otherwise. No one's ever paid them too much attention before.

[ the answer is yes, somewhat.

But of course, she's not going to stay idle, and the hand on his hip inches lower, down one thigh, towards the softer skin on the inner part. ]

[ he laughs softly against her, shaking his head and giving the antenna a gentle tug for that non-answer. It was like her to be coy about these things. Well, they were rolled up and difficult to play with like that - it would have to be something to pursue later, possibly when she wasn't expecting it. Maybe then he'd actually get a leg up on her for once.

Considering it's Judith, that's unlikely, but a man can dream. ]

You're so uncooperative. [ Zara admonishes her playfully, pulling away for a second or two only to tilt his own head up and kiss her once more. She might be mischievous, but it's one of the things he enjoys about her most. As her fingertips start to tread towards more intimate territory, he makes a small noise against her lips - undoubtedly one of approval rather than discomfort. His short, bushy tail flinches once or twice, an outward sign of excitement he can't quite control - in addition to the more obvious one slowly building beneath her. ]

[ Judith responds with a soft, almost questioning hum-- an oh, really? I thought I'd answered helpfully answer, if he can tell that much from the note in her voice. Or maybe she'd just goaded him, but if it meant he'd feel more at ease to actually experiment with her later on, it was well worth it. And he doesn't seem too offended now.

Well, it's not like she doesn't enjoy his sass (or the way his tail flicks, once she can peek over his shoulder), and she keeps the kiss gentle and lingering, both in order to properly appreciate it and to focus on the task at hand.

Namely, gliding her hand lower until she can curl her fingers around the part of him that's becoming more increasingly interested, brushing her thumb along it. ]

[ straight to the point, he sees. His shoulders stiffen with a sharp intake of breath as he feels her fingers wrap around him, feeling a faint sense of shame along with his shiver of pleasure. Really, he should have more resistance to her teasing and flirting - he should be able to endure more before he ends up like this - but his body's far more inexperienced than his brain is when it comes to dealing with women. And she's just so... Judith. She'll find him already halfway hard.

He feels like he should have something witty to say, but his pool of wry commentary has dried up for the moment. All he can do is kiss her back, lips parting, holding her shoulder rather tightly now instead of her antenna. His touch drifts up her leg, stroking her thigh gently, almost nervously. It's all right to lose to her sometimes. ]

[ A little confidence couldn't hurt him, either. She can't read Zara's emotions as easily as she could pick up Ba'ul's, through the connection they shared, has to rely on body signals and his expressions, and it's why she finally breaks the kiss to press her lips to his jaw and speak there. ]

It looks like you don't actually mind a bit of a delay before we get clean.

[ She makes no move to dislodge his hand, glancing down at it with a smile. It's fine, he doesn't have to hesitate. And she'll try to help ("try") by firming the touch of her own hand, settling into a languid stroking. ]

Well, I - [ he starts, sounding a little strained, but doesn't finish, swallowing thickly whatever words he was going to say in his defense. He didn't really have any, honestly. Instead: ] -- this is absolutely your fault.

[ he's innocent! mostly innocent! He tried. Maybe he could have tried a little harder, though. Then again, there comes a point when being a gentleman starts feeling silly, and having her naked and dripping wet on his lap definitely had to be way past that point. His breath quickly becomes short as she starts to move her hand against him, a quiet, half-formed groan of protest - her name - falling from his lips; even so, he leans his hips into her movement, unable to ignore the dull ache of pleasure. Judith is an absolute devil. He saw that look of hers, too.

But it's all the encouragement he needs. Their position leaves him with little leeway (which might have been exactly what she wanted, knowing her - leaving him completely vulnerable to her attacks - a devil.) So he moves upwards, instead, and finally acts on the desire he'd been repressing since the moment he sat down, taking her breasts into his hands with a quiet sigh. There's a sense of reverence in his gentle touch, but the firmness of a very real desire just behind it, squeezing and massaging. ]

I'd say a little of this is yours. Just for being here.

[ Take responsibility, Zara! She wouldn't have been tempted to make a move if he hadn't agreed to bathe with her, and entering anywhere in a certain state of undress was pretty much an open invitation to Judith. He could only blame himself-- and, well, her to a certain degree, true. But she's riveted by the oh-so-subtle way his resistance crumbles, even as he grumbles incoherently. She can feel how he caves and shifts, how his breathing loses its steadiness-- and, most telling, how he finally acts on impulse.

The touch nearly surprises her, with its gentleness, when she's sure her chest was the most alluring part of her-- to many, honestly. And yet he's hesitated this long. But still, the contrast of his care and his firmness finally coaxes out a lower, husky sound of encouragement, and she adds a bit of a squeeze on a downward stroke. It feels much too nice to simply ignore. ]

[ a certain state of undress, says the woman who walks around in a battle bikini all the time?! Zara can't go anywhere with you. ]

Am I that irresistable?

[ he remarks in a short voice, sounding playfully dubious, though he also sounds not entirely put-together. He's sure no one could blame him - but he would like to hold onto his wit for at least a little while, even if it's difficult. She's soft and smooth in his hands, always more than he thinks; his palms turn in small circles, feeling her full chest. Now he doesn't keep himself from staring. Judith is lovely from head to toe - he could tell her she's beautiful, but he's sure she already knows it full well. Instead, he leans in to press a kiss below her collar, then another between her breasts, more lingering, almost a gentle bite.

He's cut off before he can make a third by an involuntary shudder as she adds pressure, gasping slightly against her skin. As much as he'd like to remain aloof and return fire in equal measure, he just can't - not when he's touching her like this and being touched by her like this. It almost wounds his pride a little. Then again, with a woman like this... ]

Judith...

[ A few seconds go by, trickling like the water down her skin, like the sensation that follows Zara's kisses and his staccato puffs of breath. Truthfully, she wonders if he's being serious, if he's actually doubting his own appeal. Which isn't really acceptable, if that's the case.

After all, there aren't many (any) people who would get this far with her, that she'd ever allow this close, where if Zara focuses, he can feel her heart thudding underneath her skin with increasing fervor.

Well, her cues are subtle ones. Judith doesn't tend to blush, stammer, speak haltingly. Even her approving noises are soft. Well, then.

Another squeeze. ]

Would you like me to show you, Zara?

[ if it makes her feel better, it was almost entirely tongue-in-cheek. Clearly, he's done something right with her to get here, though he's not exactly sure what. His charming personality, no doubt. Her aforementioned subtle cues don't make it any easier. He's not used to women like this - Zara's not used to any women at all, to be fair, but he's certainly even less prepared for one this assertive with her words and hands. He feels slightly overwhelmed by her - a prospect that is, frankly, far from unattractive.

He doesn't pull away, merely looking up at her, eyes somewhat hazy behind his mussed curly hair. His cheeks are dark red by now, and his long rabbit ears are quivering slightly. They can hear her heart beating, too. ]

I... think that I would.

[ Judith nods once, simply-- and releases him, wrapping her fingers around one of his wrists and guiding his hand underwater. She'd let him figure it out himself, and she's sure he knows already, but he'd responded favorably, so she steadily brings his hand between her legs, where there's heat, a wetness thicker than the water they were supposed to be bathing in. ]

That's one.

[ her actions are close to what he was expecting; he lets himself be carried to her easily, although he feels a rather shameful pang of longing when she lets go of him. He bites his lip - he briefly thinks that the bathtub might actually not be a great place, depending, but -- he shouldn't get ahead of himself here. ]

That is convincing, [ Zara replies in a breath. Though she's still almost on top of him, she's given him a little more room to maneuver, and he doesn't need to be given a second hint. Briefly, his hand lingers against that soft, untouched skin; then, his slender fingers part her, beginning to rub in gentle circles. There are some benefits to his being a doctor: he doesn't need to be guided any further than she's already led him. ]

[ He's got the steady, gentle touch of a doctor, the one Judith's come to know more than she'd ever expected. And more intimately, of course, although the thought, unbidden, amuses her: was this really the firm touch he used with his patients?

Still, now isn't the time to ponder inane thoughts, and Judith closes her eyes with a heated sigh that trails into a soft moan, welcoming the sensation. There's no point in being guarded, not right now, and not with him.

Which isn't to say she won't get back to returning the favor shortly, but for now, she lets him see for himself just how much he's affected her. ]

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this is hilarious in comparison to the actual in-game thread......

"Hey remember when you and I had non-sexy fights"

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