[NCC-1701 DEN OF SIN] -- [Special Rules, Open All, OOC Character Moment!]

[kirktastic]

Rules: - simple and easy.

1) Unless you obviously already have an agreement or something going with another character, please ask before you post under their thread wanting to have sexy times. THIS INCLUDES PEOPLE FROM OUTSIDE THE RP AS WELL! If you aren't part of our group but want to have some fun sexy times with a character... well, shoot them a PM! Within the group, please do the same as a courtesy.
2) Don't be discouraged, upset, or anything similar if someone doesn't want to sex up with your character. Just reply to their PM with a 'no thanks' if you really don't want to for whatever reason. They could be too overwhelmed with other threads, or wanting to concentrate on one, or just don't have time to take more than one thread. Don't take it personally, please.
3) Post down below with your name AND your location in the subject of the thread if you want to be somewhere specific (like Jim will be specifically on the bridge) and change it for anyone who comes by. That way, its the absolute easiest way to find someone, track someone, gloss over someone, whatever.
4) If you're going to be doing something that COULD squick someone, please mark it with a warning in the subject of the comment. Just a courtesy thing!
5) Talk to someone before sliding into a multi-person scene. Don't just interrupt without making sure you're wanted.

Comments

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

Mmm. Cool skin that was still warmer than the surrounding room. Lovely strong hand supporting the center of his spine, an arm wrapped close around his. Good.

But there was guilt, concern, surprise in that touch. Not as good.

There was time to persuade him out of it.

"I'll be fine," with a gentle nudge of shoulder, a slight press of chests--that was nice--proving he could stand steady without clinging. "If I can, yes, I think I should lie down. That would be best."

It would feel...nice. Especially together.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[len-not-spock.livejournal.com]

Oh.

That movement was decidedly deliberate; just as it proved stimulating.

His quarters were too far away, but he thankfully recalled there being a lounge, nearby, and if he recalled correctly - yes, there were several wide comfortable couches. Leonard lowered her gently onto one, realizing only belatedly that there was little he could do, here, about the environmental controls.

"Here," fingers moving on buttons, swiftly, and then he was lifting her slightly to wrap his shirt around her, loosely, "you shouldn't be cold."

Wow, he was really at his smoothest today, wasn't he?

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

It was almost ridiculous luxury, a room all soft cloth angles, a whole room of nothing but couches, for sitting, for talking, and some for laying on.

Like now. Cool broad hands gently laid him down. Ayel watched with rapt attention as long fingers undid buttons and pulled cloth free, wrapped it carefully around him, hands firm and supportive on his back.

And the sight of him without a shirt made Ayel sorry he hadn't just appeared naked. Even if it might be a greedy bid, to wonder what he looked like without trousers.

This one was really something, polite and smooth and Fire and ashes, those hands.

He definitely deserved the proper gratitude.

"Thank you," Ayel purred, tilting new hips, just close enough to graze against him, lips just touching his. "I feel much better with you here."

Re: Oh Hell No.

[len-not-spock.livejournal.com]

That brush of lips, so fleeting in nature, felt closer to tendrils of fire licking at him, the liquid movement of her hips against him hitching his breath, drawing a small sound from him without leave.

The lighting here, in this deserted lounge was unlike the stark brightness of the corridors, casting long shadows off the angles of her cheekbones, when his eyes adjusted to it. Stunning, he thought almost distantly as his thumb followed the sharpness of bone upwards, not quite exploration, not quite caress, but somewhere in between.

"I don't even know your name," he heard himself say.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

Ayel turned his head, followed the touch, curling one one hand over the cool skin at the back of his rescuer's neck as he watched dark eyes widen, dilate to let the shadows in.

His name? That shattered one of his more enduring stereotypes about humans.

Ayel didn't quite freeze in place, contrived a shiver to cover it.

"Call me Neirrhys," he murmured, the girl-form of an old nickname. They're like flying jewels; their beaks are poison. It fit well enough.

He licked his lips. "You haven't told me yours."

Re: Oh Hell No.

[len-not-spock.livejournal.com]

For humans, names might not have held the weight, the power they carried for Romulans, they were not without value, however. Anonymity offered itself as a cloak, comforting and dark in situations like this, but Leonard had tasted its falseness, the isolation woven within it.

A name, no matter how true or contrived, was at least this: a connection formed, a thread which anchored amidst the murky waters of assocations, reflections, projections.

And hers was a pretty one, singing across his tongue when he repeated it, breathed it against her neck, shivering under the warmth of her fingers.

"Leonard," he murmured close to her ear.

He had nothing to hide, after all. Not anymore.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

Leonard sang the name that he gave, trilled it wet and cool-warm along his neck, almost made him wish he had given the true. But to be known here was dangerous.

He would respect the name he received in return, treat it and its owner as well as he could, to soft new skin and honest joy in sharing it.

"Leonard." Gently against the rise of his throat, holding him close. The name felt good, tasted good.

So did he.