Open RP Meme

[seolearo]

• Pick a character
• Leave a prompt of any sort
• Open to anything
• Action, prose, whatever format you like
• Canon or AUs, new or old, are all cool
• Anyone and everyone is welcome

Comments

[clearasil]

I'm not cheating if this isn't a game!

[ Except it's totally a game and she's totally winning because she's light on her feet sometimes. ]

[commandertoolbelt]

You are so cheating!

[ But he's pretty fast, too - helps when you've got bullies to run from. So he'll be catching up before long. ]

[clearasil]

[ A part of her wants to slow down but a bigger part wants to win and Natalie keeps her lead for the time being, feet thumping against the ground, blood pumping in her ears. ]

I'll let you win next time! Promise.

[commandertoolbelt]

Let me win? I'm gonna kick your butt next time!

[ Almost there, but he's still losing... ]

[clearasil]

[ The smirk on Natalie's face says it all when she reaches the entrance to Bunker 9 first and she, catching her breath, folds her arms over her chest and patiently waits for him to catch up. ]

[commandertoolbelt]

[ Reaching the entrance, Leo stops to lean against the wall and catch his breath, pointing an accusing finger at her. ]

You... are a cheater. I don't know if I want to kiss you anymore.

[clearasil]

[ The next question sounds very sensible coming from her: ] What if I took my shirt off? Would that help?

[commandertoolbelt]

[ He looks offended. ]

You think you can just bribe me like that?

[clearasil]

... I think threatening to take it away is more effective.

[commandertoolbelt]

[ He stomps his foot like a child, heaving a deep, long-suffering sigh, though his grin never fades. ]

Alright, alright. You can bribe me.

[clearasil]

Come on, we've got a lot of catching up to do. [ She can be totally bossy when she wants to, especially when it comes to matters like this. ]

[commandertoolbelt]

[ Pushing off of the wall, Leo walks up to invade her personal space, though he doesn't come as close as they had been before. ]

So, where were we, again?

[clearasil]

[ Natalie steps forward just an inch, her cheeks still flushed from their run. She licks her lips thoughtfully.. ]

Looks about right. [ Her voice drops to a murmur, her gaze lowering. ]

[commandertoolbelt]

If I remember right, there was a table, and there were these really nice legs around me...

[ He's not that concerned about it, though. They'll get there. For now, he's got his hands on her waist, almost leaning down for a kiss, but stopping a few inches away. ]

[clearasil]

I could also sense your leggings frustration. [ Those words are mumbled against his lips when she presses closer. ] And I remember attention paid to my neck and shoulders, so I'd like to get back to that.

[ Finally, Natalie closes the space fully, her arms still at her side as she leans forward for a kiss. ]

[commandertoolbelt]

[ He smiles into the kiss, already excited to get back to their previous activities. And it's not like it's his fault the leggings are annoying; it's like they're made specifically to get under his skin. Just one more layer in the way.

Pulling away a little, he shakes his head with a quiet chuckle. ]

I've got my work cut out for me.

[clearasil]

[ Hooking her fingers through his belt, Natalie pulls him forward again, her other hand curled into the front of his shirt. ]

I'll help.

[ Not one to dawdle, Natalie aims to repeat that kiss she gave when she first launched herself at him earlier. ]

[commandertoolbelt]

[ Natalie never does play around when there's business to attend to, he thinks in amusement, returning the kiss with equal fervor. Now that the meeting's over, they've got all the time in the world, and hopefully no more distractions. Pressing closer, he fingers the hem of her shirt, debating whether to remove it now it just slide his hands under it. ]

[clearasil]

[ She's ready for whatever he wants to do with her shirt, her arms curled around him, though she would be more than happy to lift and let him tug. The next thing or person that may want to distract them will find themselves at the receiving end of a terrible magical blow, so everyone better rethink their priorities.

Natalie begins backing her way further into the space, finding the next table. ]

[commandertoolbelt]

[ The next person to interrupt them will have bigger problems than a magic bow - namely, their skin being on fire. He's pretty sure it was obvious in the counselor's meeting, though, so he didn't think anyone would be dumb enough to do that again.

Pushing her up against the table, Leo decides the bribe from earlier is too tempting to pass up, so it's off with the shirt. As soon as it's gone, he's kissing her again and circling his arms around her waist. ]

[clearasil]

[ Off goes the shirt as Natalie perches herself on the table, skirt hitched up again as she tries to find a more comfortable position with her arms around him like so. Kisses are sloppy and a little desperate because apparently she doesn't know how to deal with long periods of separation sometimes and she really did worry about and miss him.

Encounters like this one are always fun, especially since she can let loose in private. Her blunt, bare fingernails run along his back, taking the shirt up with them. ]

[commandertoolbelt]

[ The message is clear, and he breaks away to remove his shirt and toss it aside. Then it's time to pay more attention to Natalie's neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, covering her in kisses and alternating between grazing her skin with his teeth and his tongue. The place where he neck and shoulder meet gets special attention, biting there gently the way she likes. ]

[clearasil]

[ Immediately, she breathes a sigh in response, reaching back to pull her messy hair from her neck, pulling it over one shoulder. With her hands free, she rests them over his shoulder, tentatively sliding them down his chest. ]

[commandertoolbelt]

[ That gives him plenty more space to attend to, and he shows his gratitude with open-mouthed kisses in the most sensitive areas he can find, one of his hands curling in her hair. ]

[clearasil]

[ He knows exactly what she likes though Natalie isn't very surprised. Sitting on the table, she loves towering over him, even if it's just by a few inches - they are about the same height standing, anyway. She nuzzles his hair, behind his ear, while her hands are busy removing his toolbelt. ]