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singularityderp2011-02-07 02:35 pm
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RELEASE THE EVIL
Kink Meme 2.0
Same rules as last time.
post a request anonymously with the pairing of your choice and a prompt/kink/what have you, fill requests that catch your eye!
- one request per comment!
- if you make a request, please try and fill one too!
- have fun!
- chat is full of terrible people!
Same rules as last time.
post a request anonymously with the pairing of your choice and a prompt/kink/what have you, fill requests that catch your eye!
- one request per comment!
- if you make a request, please try and fill one too!
- have fun!
- chat is full of terrible people!
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-07 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)Sloppy prom makeouts.
Most Certainly Not in a Flushed State of Mind [1/2]
Surprisingly enough, Kanaya is the first one to move, eyes fluttering shut and head tilting just slightly to give them a better angle and Jaime is wondering 'where the hell she learned that from' before deciding it's probably a species thing. The scarab is murmuring various bits of data about her to him:
and
It's the last one that really gets him because the scarab really shouldn’t be giving him these options and their mouths are already sloppily pressed together in a moment so painfully inept that it could probably solidify and be used to murder passersby. Her lipstick is smearing and there's a small amount of saliva helping their mouths slide together, wet and hot and messy. Jaime's eyes screw shut at the realization and he presses back because 'what if I hurt her feelings or something' and at the same time thinking 'I have a girlfriend' but he moves his mouth against hers anyway and slips his an arm around her waist, hand pressing lightly against the small of her back. She tangles her fingers in his hair in response, sharp nails scratching lightly against his scalp.
They press together in a jumble of unfamiliarity and clumsiness, pushed into a dark corner of the room and trying not to focus on the blaring music, dancing people and general sleaziness of the situation. Kanaya's tongue darts out to drag lightly across Jaime's lower lip in curiosity -it feels rough when she rakes it across, not at all like the soft bumpy tongues of human girls- then it slips back into her mouth and her hands loosen their grip on his scalp, startled at her own daring. He isn't sure if he wants to repay the favor, slip his own tongue out for what he knows (and the scarab tells him) will be a taste of smeared black lipstick and their mingled saliva. Part of him thinks the notion is stupid and part of him figures he has nothing to lose.
So he slides the very tip of his tongue out, running it carefully across her lower lip and then quickly back across when he feels a light sting and tastes copper when he pulls back his tongue. They recoil from each other at the same time, Jaime to nurse his small tongue cut and Kanaya because she's realized what happened about the same time he did. He sucks on his tongue, idly pressing it onto the hollow of his cheek while she subconsciously licks her lips, both of them tasting a bit of the sharp metal taste that comes with blood.
Most Certainly Not in a Flushed State of Mind [2/2]
And then she starts rambling.
"I am unaware of the proper protocol for dealing with contusions on the tongue. Especially not human tongues. I apologize. I should have warned you. I didn't think that this entire situation would occur and I possibly should have planned for it but wait that sounds rather disturbing, planning a scenario in which one ends up kissing a human male for whom the feelings are strictly platonic and..." For once she is at a loss for words, her hands tightly folded and her cheeks slowly gaining a light tinge of jade beneath gray skin.
"Uhm... Kanaya that's... It's..." Jaime grasps at straws, not knowing how to explain to 'oh God what does six solar sweeps even equal in human years and how do I even word this?'
"That was a kiss."
Kanaya's eyebrows knit together and she looks at him in confusion. "I know what a kiss is, Jaime. I was mostly trying to clear up a possible romantic misunderstanding in that I'm not really," she purses her lips in thought, "seeking out a partner for the flush quadrant currently."
"What?"
"I believe humans equate it to love? It is the only romantic quadrant you have."
"It's alright I," He screeches to a halt before he says 'have a girlfriend', replacing it with "am not looking for that either."
"Oh. So we can still be friends?"
"Uh. Yeah. Definitely. Still friends. Right..."
They stand there for several minutes, looking anywhere but at each other. Kanaya plays with the fabric of her dress, running her hands across the shimmering pink material while Jaime rubs the back of his neck.
"I have to," Kanaya starts and loses her sophistication half way through. "Bathroom."
"Yeah, no, it's cool go ahead." Jaime waves her on with a hand motion.
"It's just... make-up," she murmurs, pulling out her ever-present tube of lipstick to show to him. He blinks and raises an eyebrow. She shifts in place, jade blush growing more intense before she carefully backs away and walks as fast as she can to the bathroom without breaking into a jog.
Jaime looks around, making sure no one is watching, before ducking his head down and swiping the back of his hand across his lips. He stares at the traces of black lipstick smeared across his hand, and then a jovial hand claps him hard between the shoulder blades and it's owner shouts a congratulations. Jaime, for a brief moment, sincerely wishes he hadn't been taught not to hit drunken assholes when he was younger.
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