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REVENGE OF THE MAKEOUTS MEME

❤ COMMENT with your characters.
❤ COMMENT to characters with who they should makeout with or just comment to people you want your character to makeout with.
❤ Everyone makes out with everyone else in the comments. They are magically compulsed to do so! CAN'T ABSCOND.
❤ BE HIDEOUS.
❤ LATHER, RINSE, REPEAT.

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That's it.

[He motions her over for a kiss - Emile's learned from several disciplinary sessions that he has to let the other person make the first move if he doesn't want to be accused of forcing himself on people because he's so aggressive.

Once he gets the okay, though....]

[she steps over, considering him in silence and running through the images she's seen of others kissing. it seems simple enough, and her thoughts aren't marred by any implications of aggression, thankfully

instead, she leans in to kiss him, not bothered in the slightest by propriety]

[In the military, making out was typically short, to the point, and clandestine. Several months with Jorge had taught him a little more about patience and the rewards that came with dragging it out, though, so he pulls her in gently but firmly and kisses her with just a hint of tongue. It's rather exploratory, as he has no idea of her preferences.]

[that's fine, since she has no idea of her preferences, either! that tongue is both surprising and encouraging, however, so she tries to emulate, making a soft noise like she saw women do in her 'research material']

[Oh, good, that's a good sign. Emile is a bit of an aggressor, though, so he presses up against her and starts kissing a little harder.]

[oh, that's a bit more than she expected. the TARDIS doesn't really know how to respond, so she just goes with it, trying to match his aggression with her own, grabbing hold of his arms to steady herself]

[O-oh, right, civilian. He should. Probably let her have her way here.

He breaks off after a little.]

Didn't mean to scare you.

[shakes her head] I was not frightened. I simply did not expect you to be that strong.

[silly impervious spaceship]

[He visibly relaxes.]

You don't mind?

No. [a beat] Am I meant to?

Hell no. Not with me.

[YEP kissing her again, forceful but not overpowering.]

[she's got this down now and kisses him back, even if it's a little awkwardly. she doesn't do this often]

[Yeah, this is much better now, even if Emile does have to hold back a lot of his strength around civilians. Lightly but firmly, he begins to lead her to the wall so her can pin her a little.]

[she moves with him, assuming it's all part and parcel with the kissing stuff, humming softly into the kiss and kneading at his arms with her hands]

That's it.

[He mutters into her neck a little as he presses her into the wall with one hand, wrapping the other around the back of her head.]

You sure you never done this before?

[the wall is a bit jarring and she looks around, breaking contact to do so, then shrugs]

Am I doing something wrong?

Nope.

[He doesn't go into detail, just kisses her again, nice and hard.

--It's nice to be able to express his aggression in a nondestructive way, actually.]

[and she's quite happy to be learning something new. not to mention he doesn't treat her like she'll break. for a ship accustomed to being impervious to damage, it's a welcome attitude]

[Mostly it's because she's not protesting, really--he did stop earlier when it seemed like she was, and he'd do so again. That's one reason he'd always preferred other Spartans, when he could get them. He never had to worry about holding back.

Oddly, he doesn't feel the pressing urge to go beyond making out, so he'll stick to kissing and a few strategic strokes for now.]

[makes sense. she'd go for Spartans, too.

oh, wait :3

but hey, that stroking his nice! so she copies that, too, even if it doesn't do the same for him as it does for her]

[Amateur or not, it does quite a lot for him, actually. It shows him she's engaged and okay with this level of things, which is exactly the kind of signal he was looking for. He could get used to this far too easily.

Something occurs to him, though, and he pauses, still breathing heavily.]

--Forgot to ask your name.

[obviously he needs to teach her all the ways of intimacy]

I am the TARDIS.

[Yeah, who pays attention on the network? Not this guy.]

Emile. Nice to meet you.

[...Yep, going back in for another kiss. Repressed much, Emile?]

[they're terribly alike in that regard]

Emile. I agree.

[poor boy's desperate for lovin']

[...That about sums it up, really. It's a nice substitute for the validation he usually only gets from battle.]

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hisoldgirl - 2011-11-17 22:58 (UTC) - Expand

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