[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]

That was a very good idea, even if it burn his cheeks yet again.

He pressed a kiss to her nose when she looked up at him, his hand splayed wide and sliding to the small of her back.

"I agree. It's a good plan."

And he leaned back slowly, just tugging on her corner of the blanket a little, teasing.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Christine blinked in surprise at the kiss, before her mouth curved upward into a smile at the realization. He was playing.

She reached one arm out to the mattress to catch herself as she let him pull her down with him. And found that she couldn't resist the sight of his bare stomach as he leaned backwards and the blanket fell away. She reached out, glancing up to his face with a quick grin as she danced her fingers across the expanse of skin.

If there was such a thing as a ticklish Romulan, she bet he was it.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

He did not shriek. That would be undignified.

He did squirm breathlessly out of the way, laughing around a gasp as he rolled over, bucked upward, fingertips seeking still-clothed ribs.

"Play fair," he laughed. "You're all dressed."

Re: Oh Hell No.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

It tickled anyway, even through the fabric. She giggled, as much at his response as at the touch, and curled up instinctively to protect herself.

"That's hardly my fault," she pointed out, trying to reach him. "What do you expect me to do about it?"

His arms were longer. It wasn't fair.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

He was just out of reach if he pressed back very, very far. Her arms were too short, and half-curled toward her middle to make a fence, block his hands.

It didn't quite work. Skitter, skitter, skitter-- his new fingers were very well suited to this kind of thing, tapered and long.

"Well." It was just a huff of air; Christine almost unbalanced him and he wriggled to the side. "If we matched," his eyebrows quirked higher, "things would be more even."

Re: Oh Hell No.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

She meant to point out that he had an advantage already, that if they needed to level the playing field in any way it certainly wouldn't be toward him - but then his fingers slipped between her arms and found her stomach again. Her voice caught on a sound that was half laugh, half gasp, her body twisting beneath the touch.

She reached down blindly, grabbing both his hands in hers before she could think about it. Forcing a reprieve.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

He gasped. Heat curled sharply down behind his bellybutton, drove every nerve in his body alight. He curled his fingers under hers and pulled her down to him, kissed the base of her ear, the curve of her jaw, made a small, needy wet sound against her lips--

Oh.

She could really kiss. He was actually a little dizzy.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Christine froze, staring wide-eyed as she realized what she'd done. But it was too late to apologize, and anyway he didn't really seem to want her to, not the way he was clutching back and, suddenly, pulling her toward him.

She fell solidly half on top of him, but he didn't seem to notice; he was too busy kissing her everywhere. He whimpered against her mouth and something tightened low in her belly. She kissed back, squeezing his hands once before gently releasing them, moving them to rest lightly on his sides.

She didn't want this to be over too soon.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

It flashed through him, sudden surprise and the realization that maybe it was a mistake, except, a nice one and. And she kissed back, gripped back and let go, smoothed his hands flat against his sides, followed them separately.

He grinned up at her, sheepish, but didn't look away. She felt nice, laying there.

"I guess you win." Teasing. "This round."

Re: Oh Hell No.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

"I think I cheated," she said, smiling. "I'm not sure it counts."

His skin was smooth and so warm under her hands. She stroked her fingers along his sides, down to where hipbones jutted out under too-baggy pants.

She glanced at him.

"I suppose I had an unfair advantage after all."

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

Well! She was a good sport, admitting it like that, and her hands glided swift and cool as water down his sides, settled over his hips as though puddled there.

He nodded, tilted his head at her with a smirk. "Maybe a little."

He snaked one long arm up her back, stroking gently, but determined.

He'd decided. Those hair pins were going to come out.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

His fingers slid up into her hair, and she bent her head obligingly, tucking it under his chin to allow him better access.

And suddenly the pronoun didn't make so much sense as it had a moment ago.

She turned her head slightly, enough to press a kiss against his chest. Just where it started to rise.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

He teased pins from their hiding-places, careful, gently carding soft gleaming curls out with his fingers. Warmth hummed down his arm, all lazy heat--

Wow. That was entirely new.

He didn't quite squeak. Definitely squirmed, petting in what he hoped was encouragement.

He was going to pay very thorough attention. To see if she liked it back.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

He shifted under her and she paused, waited to see if he would push her away. He'd do it gently, apologetic and blushing the whole time, but - he might not want this.

But he only stroked a hand through her hair, carefully unwinding the curls.

She moved just enough to offer another kiss, slightly lower than the last. Her mouth fell open slightly, this time, the barest flicker of tongue across warm skin.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

Smooth pressure, a soft slide of skin, lips parted cool and wet. His breath stuttered behind his ribs.

"I--" he curled his fingers close along the nape of her neck, traced the graceful line of it to grip her shoulders, squeezing gently. Hummed his approval. "Oh."

Re: Oh Hell No.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

She paused. Well. He definitely seemed to like it.

And...what was the worst that could happen, if he changed his mind? He certainly hadn't shown any sign of wanting to hurt her so far.

She pushed up, away momentarily, feeling a slight twinge of disappointment as his hand fell away from her shoulder.

And straddled his hips, bending her head down to gently take a nipple into her mouth.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

It flickered through his brain, too slow on a flush of blood southward, that this was moving pretty quickly, that she was still hurt and might not want--

Christine slipped out from beneath his hands and backed up, and he looked away swiftly, the first shape of some polite excuse already shaping behind his lips.

But her legs eased over his as she moved back and settled against his hips--slight cool weight and soft pressure--and leaned down close.

He did not squeak. He did sometimes purr, a little.

She was beautiful and sweet and kissing him. (Sent a shiver of heat down his spine and he shifted gently under her, angled his thigh slightly; she was cool to the touch but not all over.)

Hopefully she didn't mind being held, didn't mind hands warm and close on the small of her back.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

His chest vibrated under her mouth, his hands warm and gentle against her back, and she closed her eyes, lightly sucking and teasing with the tip of her tongue as she moved to grip his arms where they encircled her.

He was lovely.

Ayel shifted his leg up between hers, and Christine gasped, her hips tilting instinctively to press closer. Oh. Just...there.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

She inhaled sharply, drew in sudden breath that pebbled his skin at the touch and reached for him, caught his forearms as her hips eased down--he crooked his leg a little higher, shifted to meet her and held her well; she wouldn't have to worry about balance. She lifted her head just enough to watch him with eyes wide and shining.

"You're beautiful," he said.

The words were out of his mouth before he could get them back, stupid, stereotypical; she might laugh. But then, he could always kiss her again, too.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Laughter was the farthest thing from Christine's mind. She stared at Ayel with wide eyes, lips parted slightly. She felt suddenly intensely aware of every inch of her body, and of his underneath her, his thigh between hers, their stomachs pressing briefly together with each breath.

"You, too," she managed, finally. And paused again. Suddenly the long sleeves and thick fabric of her dress felt itchy and uncomfortable.

"It's, um." She swallowed. "It's a little warm in here, don't you think?"

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

He was distracted, just a moment, by the way her throat hitched, by the curve her neck made as it happened. He blinked away a smile, poised to chase that pretty line with his tongue, when what she'd said finally sunk in.

A little warm? She was uncomfortable, and he was--warm all over, hadn't she said so before? Too warm.

Wait. Wait, maybe it was like his ice water, had nothing to do with the thing itself. Was just a prop, only an obstacle.

That fabric was nice, smooth and sleek, but there was a lot of it and it wasn't her skin. Was just a little too much of it, and not enough of her. That was probably what it was--sleeves like an overcoat, trapping the heat close to her skin.

He stared gravely at her for a long moment--but not too long.

"There's nothing to be done," he intoned, dark and low, fingers snaking higher along her spine, after the fastener that was here somewhere--he'd split one just like it, before, and Elements be thanked for faulty Fed garment construction. "You'll overheat. We have," he said slowly, knowing his eyes glittered, knowing the grin spoiled it a little, "we have no choice. This dress can't stay where it is."

There, in the collar--he gave it a little tug.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Her eyes went just a little wider at the tone of his voice and the way he watched her.

Then she felt his fingers traveling slowly up her back, and she bit her lip to hide an answering grin.

"Well..." She pretended to consider it, and nodded, feigning reluctance. "I suppose you're right."

He'd already found the zipper. She couldn't help him, from here, or see enough to figure out the complicated fastenings on his pants. Not that she'd have taken the liberty anyway - not yet.

So she lowered her head again, pressing more kisses to his chest as he slowly drew the zipper down, encouraging and thanking at once.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

She watched him with blue eyes, shining and liquid, and a swift, decisive nod as she murmured her assent.

It was easier, the fastener, with her leaning close--he could see what he was doing, even if he was distracted not that it was bad to be distracted, oh no, rather the opposite, goodsoftwet--he had to breathe, to pause, to still his hands and lift smoothly; didn't want to tear the cloth.

He followed the line of the fastener, craned his neck to gasp as lips closed down firm examine the seam, the tiny white teeth that murmured apart over her bare skin, cool and silky to the touch.

The powder-blue hook-and-eye clutched at the tips of fingernails that were longer than he was used to, longer than he remembered, and she shivered a little, trembling under his hand. She didn't edge away--hadn't hurt her, then.

"Christine, I--" what were the words, she smelled so good, was so pretty. Curled his fingers under the elastic, not hard enough to pull or snap. "May I?"

Re: Oh Hell No.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

It was only fair - but that wasn't it at all; it wasn't about fairness or evening the playing field, it was about the way her heart sped up in her chest as he smoothed his hand over her back, tested the give of the elastic with his fingers.

She pressed a kiss to his breastbone, the skin there warm and smooth, and then looked up at him. He was so close, his cheeks flushed green slightly - other people might have found that strange or unsettling, but to Christine it was beautiful. She pressed gentle fingers against the hollow underneath his cheekbone, gazing up into warm brown eyes.

"Yes," she said. It came out as a whisper; no, oh no, he had to know she wanted this. She leaned forward, pressed their lips together briefly before repeating it more definitively. "Yes, you may."

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

His pulse leaped in his side as her fingers danced feather-weight on his face. Their lips just fit, were right together.

She'd warmed against him little by little, a glow of pink showing under her skin, a reddening flush to her lips. Different. Lovely.

She liked his eyes. Where had that come from--ah.

It didn't always happen. Only with someone special.

And she wanted him back.

"Wonderful." A low, feline hum of satisfaction against the corner of her mouth, fingers curling as he carefully unhitched the clasps.