baby's first meme

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

Stolen from theposthumans  shamelessly because it's amazing.



❤ 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. (edited: PS FUCK YOU IT'S IC HERE PRETEND THERE'S MAGICAL COMPULSION YOU HAVE NO CHOICE B(!! )
❤ BE HIDEOUS.
❤ LATHER, RINSE, REPEAT.

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You know it.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

If I were worried, you'd be bleeding on the floor.

[Shepard grins just as darkly because that still might happen, but for now, go nuts with the armor removal. When you're done, it's quite possible she'll cock the gun and order him to strip.]

[suckitimashark.livejournal.com]

[Virgil feels like he's pretty well in control of the situation despite the gun nestled in with the boys. He grins against her throat.] I'll keep that in mind.

[Before her chestplate has time to clatter to the floor, his nimble, calloused fingers are up her shirt. He hasn't felt muscles like hers in a long time. The prospect has him a bit excited.]

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Cute. She'd be absolutely a'titter if she was anyone else. Probably. She arches forward against him, pretty much pressing her whole torso up against his, and lets her back-plate fall to the ground. Wasn't doing anything, anyway, sans the other half.]

You do that.

[She'd never had the urge to touch Virgil before, but he seemed relatively clean at the moment, and Shepard took the time to feel him up properly...with the slow, categorical motions often reserved for people looking for a precise location to punch. Still, not half bad for a creepy shark man.]

[suckitimashark.livejournal.com]

[Virgil growled in quiet encouragement as she explored. When her fingers pressed against a tightly sealed gill slit, he inhaled noticeably and pressed her into the wall with more force.]

[He wrenched her shirt up and ran his rough tongue over her breast.]

I really, really have no icon for this.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[She'd blame Garrus for the tongue related fetishes if it weren't for the fact that I'd feel terribly guilty bringing up a thought like that in this thread. Still, Shepard approves of both actions being undertaken now and drags her fingers across the aforementioned slits with a bit more assertiveness. There's more than a little bit of a thrill associated with a sandpaper tongue like that, attached to Virgil or no.]

Not bad. [Is that some husky Jennifer Hale voice? Why yes, I think it is.]

[But Shepard is getting tired of being pressed against the wall, and she's never really been one to give up the dominant position. She slides forward against him and moves a leg between his. It's as sexy as it is convenient for combat and she hooks her calf behind one of his before grabbing him firmly by the waist and forcibly pivoting him.

Long story short, have your back against the wall and thigh to replace the gun pointed at your junk, Virgil. Not saying she's put it away just yet, but now it's Shepard's turn to chew on you. Fortunately her teeth probably won't break skin, even if its his lips.]

Just keep drinkin, Shep.

[suckitimashark.livejournal.com]

[Virgil grunted at the sudden role reversal and instinctively bared his throat before remembering who he was with. She wasn't Archer- didn't know the finer points of that game. He tucked his chin quickly. Keeping his thoughts straight with her teasing his chest and the warmth of her thigh pressing into him was tricky. He grinned cockily as he continued to toy with her nipple.]

Not too bad yourself. [He leaned forward in an attempt to nip at her throat again, to regain some semblance of control.]

I should really remember to click 'POST COMMENT' after I finish writing them.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[If someone told her she'd be feeling up Virgil today and generally enjoying it, she'd have most definitely shot them in the foot for their trouble. Still, shark-toothed asshole was passably competent.

He went for her throat and she allowed it as she replaced her gun to her hip. It was more of a hindrance now than she'd like. Her freed hands took the liberty of adjusting his torso to her liking and convenience and, upon managing to fit herself against him in a satisfactory fashion, Shepard braced herself against the wall and leaned her weight forward and ground her thigh against his pelvis.]