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[clearasil]

[commandertoolbelt]

One of the best things about this relationship, Leo often thinks, is that Natalie allows him to experiment. It's not always a big thing, maybe a little change here or there, but that's how he works, and it's more than enough to satisfy both of them. Variety is the spice of life, after all, and he has a feeling she knows he might get bored otherwise.

Today, the experiment is the location - a car, Natalie's. Neither of them have ever felt crazy enough to try anything with Festus, but a car isn't alive, and thankfully can't move like the dragon does. A car, though - they haven't had many chances for that, and never pursued it before, until now. And Leo isn't above mixing a few things to make it even more interesting - they've done blindfolds before, invisibility on her part, and Leo had enjoyed both. It's fun to put Natalie on the receiving end of the sensory deprivation for a change. The more he can surprise her, the more likely she is to make those sounds he's always liked to hear from her.

The chair is set back, and she's in his lap, so there's only so many options for surprising her here, he supposes. So he starts simple, kissing around her jawline as his hands slide up beneath her shirt.

[clearasil]

Natalie needs a car for a semblance of normalcy. She can fly on pegasus, hop on a hellhound, and do anything else mortals consider wacky but to do what she needs to do, she has to have a car. It's a pretty sweet blue convertible, but obviously the top is up today. The afternoon sun sits low in the sky and she liked - before he tied that cloth over her eyes - how the light looked on him.

He knows how can he can push her each time they're together, but she's older and more adventurous now and is more than willing to give him what he wants. Natalie at least had the foresight to strip herself of her skirt and underwear before climbing into his lap and, truthfully, she likes this friction between their bodies.

"Kiss me?" she whispers, curling her fingers into his hair.

gale

[lefthandedgenius]

[ensared]

If there's one thing Gale has learned about Lydia and come to love, it's that no one would ever be able to describe her using the word "vanilla." She's a fierce girl who knows what she wants and goes after it without hesitation, and rarely gets denied. You'd hardly know she isn't blessed with charmspeak. He, usually the stoic guy with a reputation for charming girls just for being handsome, is more than happy to be the one to give her what she wants.

And a little adventure doesn't hurt. Knots have always been his specialty, though somehow, it's never translated this way before. A good change, he decides as he looks down at her, the ropes tight in all the right places. The appreciation is clear in his expression, with a slight curve to the corner of his mouth, but he doesn't act on it just yet.

[lefthandedgenius]

For a moment she's still, laying on the bed while resting on her side. Wouldn't most people feel vulnerable and exposed, trapped at another's mercy, naked when their partner is not?

But she's the one who told him to take off her clothes, and she's the one who showed him the length of crimson she'd brought for them to play with, and encouraged him to use it on her.

There's a sinuous way she moves her body once she's bound. Little rolls of her shoulders, a way of moving her thighs together, as if she can't help herself. She knows he needs a moment, needs to experience pleasure in his handiwork, that sense of power and control. It's like giving him a gift.

She looks up at him through her lashes. "What are you going to do with me now?"

[agreatpianist]

[ensared]

The door is open when Gale arrives at the Undersee residence, but he doesn't enter immediately. He and Madge... They've been getting along better lately, with Katniss insisting that he "not be a jerk." It's been a slow and at times frustrating process, but they've finally gotten somewhere - somewhere good, he decides. They haven't given a word for what it is they are, what they're doing, and Gale is perfectly fine with that. Working past the labels of "the Mayor's daughter" or "the boy from the Seam" is hard enough as it is.

When his knock on the door goes unanswered, he pauses for a moment, listening. And there it is, the gentle notes of a piano wafting through the house to great him. Strange that Madge wouldn't hear him over it, but Gale's noticed that she tends to get caught up in the music. So he steps inside, following the sound to the room with the piano. Noting the distinct absence of her father, he comes closer, sliding onto the bench beside her without a word, the bag of strawberries in his lap.

[agreatpianist]

Madge would never admit it, but she's enjoyed how they've been getting along. It's given her more of a chance to relax when he was around- not always being on the defensive. But that was neither here nor there as she hadn't heard the knock and wasn't aware he was coming in.

Her father was away to the Capitol on business and her mother was asleep upstairs, with a recent morphling treatment. She knew that her mother liked the breeze keeping the door open allowed and to hear her practicing the piano-- But she got swept up in her music.

So, to say she was startled when someone sat next to her was an understatement. She jumped a little, but relaxed when she saw it was just Gale. Her expression softened a bit. "Didn't hear you come in."

any lady c:

[excusing]

[toocliche]

[ What a nice day. Sun shining, not a cloud in the sky, perfect temperature... It's a great day to be lazy, Meg's decided, and that is exactly why she hasn't left the bed yet.

...Alright, so maybe there's one other reason. With hair like gold, and a smile like that, how could she resist? Looking over at the other gal - because who needs men, anyway? - she hums pleasantly and smiles. ] Tell me we don't have to get up. I want to stay here all day.

[excusing]

[ For someone who has a lot of love and affection in her tiny frame, Heather's been dealt some unlucky cards in the past by guys. Not that girls are any easier. They're complicated in different ways, but -- well, okay, they tend to know bodies way better than guys often do. She hasn't known Meg that long and last night seemed like an excellent idea and -

She giggles softly, rolling onto her side, buried under blankets. ]

Let's stay in all day, then.

[detainee]

[perfectforyou]

One of the best things about dating, if you asked Henry, was the cuddling. Maybe that sounds totally girly, but he didn't care; it was great, having a girl close to him, curled up on his chest, especially this girl - a goddess, even. When he stopped to think about it, that little fact still blew his mind. He's a pretty simple guy, at heart, and here he was, chosen by Calypso.

His fingers played in her hair as they laid there, content to lie here among twisted sheets. They were in a tangle of limbs, but that was the way Henry liked it, though somehow Calypso still managed to look nothing short of beautiful. She had that way about her - one of the things he loved about her - and he almost wanted to see if she was even capable of getting her feathers ruffled at all. To test the theory, he gave a gentle shake of his hand, mussing up her hair.

[detainee]

Clothing was optional in private, which Calypso enjoyed. It didn't always have to accompany anything sexual, though she obviously enjoyed that sort of contact as well. The feel of skin on skin was a comfort to her and all he ever had to do was pull her close and keep her there, as a reminder that he never has to leave and she will never have to be alone.

She slept soundly in his shirt, only one leg covered by the sheet. Her hair was only momentarily messy before falling just so around her shoulder, fanning out along the pillow. That all just comes with being who she is - but the motion itself did disturb her. Calypso wrinkled her nose and shrugged her shoulder, curling in closer to him.

c:

[slushie]

[ensared]

They might have had one too many drinks. But who’s complaining? There’s still a good amount left on the counter, if either of them need a little extra courage tonight. For his part, Gale is ready for whatever she can throw at him, and it might be interesting to see what that is, with her pinned against the wall. Parties like these have a tendency to get a little outrageous, but he’s never had trouble holding his alcohol. One may never know it just to look at him, but Gale Hawthorne can throw down with the best of them, and he knows how to have a good time.

Veronica’s not so bad herself, it seems, though she has significantly more trouble handling her liquor. That’s fine; he’s had enough to put them on even ground tonight. He hardly even remembers how they ended up where they are, but well… here they are.

[slushie]

It had been on her mind, actually, wondering if Gale was capable of not frowning in a corner all night. Of course, she knows there's more to him than mere brooding, but she can't help but tease.

Shots happen at some point. Several points. Veronica likes tossing them back, not giving a shit about the salt or the lime. She has a lot on her plate nowadays and unwinding is one of her favorite activities.

As is sex, actually, and that is always on the forefront of her mind when she's feeling like this. There's nothing she likes more than the feeling of a boy's hands up her dress. She grins against his lips, her wandering hands pulling up his shirt so she can flatten her palms against his back.

whoever!

[dendrites]

[thewallman]

It had taken them a while to really get to know each other, beyond his meaningless flirting (that somehow had gained too much meaning, somewhere down the line) and her frosty demeanor. It wasn’t a personality clash, per se; Elsa was clearly used to being around someone with boundless energy, if her sister was any indication, and Wally was used to Kaldur and Connor playing the stoic. It was a matter of getting past those carefully constructed exteriors that became the problem.

Wally came off as shallow, silly, and sometimes outright dumb - he knew that pretty well, especially after that whole stint with Artemis. Elsa appeared cold and even uncaring in some situations, unless her sister was involved. If they hadn’t been needed for so long, they each probably would have left with those impressions intact. But he and the team had to stick around for a while. Although Artemis and Kaldur had thought that while Wally would get along well with someone like Anna, with his neverending supply of energy and humor, if they wanted to stay on track, they’d believed that their best bet was to keep him close to Elsa. And having him near the queen would make for a quick escape, if it came down to it (which had actually been necessary, once or twice). The entire reason they’d been sent on this mission was because her powers had made her a target, both for those who wanted to use her, and who wanted to dispose of her and the danger she supposedly represented. They were to protect her, and to try to help her learn to control her powers better until the threat was gone, but unfortunately, the Light didn’t seem to be going anywhere, even years after their initial discovery.

Wally, though? He’d met the girl, and she wasn’t so bad. She was pretty low-key, for sure, but she wasn’t scary. The only possible threat about her was the relatively minor control she had over her abilities, and they were all helping her out with that however they could. Elsa herself, though - she was actually kind of nice, and he found himself falling into old flirting habits pretty quickly. It hadn’t gotten him much of a response, but when had that ever deterred him?

What had really startled him was when she did start to respond. It had become something playful by that point, with him assured that nothing would happen between them at all, and he was happy just being friends with her, really. It was like Elsa had waited for the right moment to strike, and then one flippant, innocuous little comment had left his entire face burning as red as his hair, and Rob would never let him live it down. Then everything just kind of snowballed from there, the flirting gradually becoming a little less casual, a little more real, until where they were now. The two of them were alone in a field of wildflowers, AKA probably the number one cheesiest date he’s ever taken a girl out on… but one he knew she would enjoy from past conversations. It was just outside of Central City, far enough from everything that they won’t be found, but close enough that they could easily get where they needed to go if something happened. Barry had shown him this place, a quiet little cathedral that no one seemed to pay attention to anymore - a good place to relax, he’d said, and slow down, maybe even get in a nap. Being a speedster wasn’t all roses, and even they needed a break once in a great while. Wally figured that, in the fallout of the mess that was the Duke Weselton sending his cronies after her again, Elsa could use something that break, and waited until the others were settled again to suggest it and whisk her away without them knowing. They’d done this sort of thing before, and though the others had caught them once or twice, and Robin (being Robin) somehow knew every time, it was understood that it was all for the queen’s own safety. And as far as Wally was concerned, mental and emotional safety counted, too. Besides, they’d be back before anyone noticed they’d been gone - probably.

Either way, she needed some time to herself. He’d seen her in the middle of all the action, and it hadn’t been good - the stress must be overwhelming, thought it was hard for him to imagine when he’d never had trouble with his powers like she did. Sure, there was the occasional problem with the brakes not working and slamming into a wall, but that was pretty much it. Elsa had a whole slew of problems with her abilities, and Wally didn’t have the slightest idea of how to actually help with that, beyond bringing her to tranquil places like this to give her some breathing room. So that was what he did whenever she asked, or further on in their odd relationship, whenever he felt that she needed it. Kid Flash was never the strongest member of the team, but he could easily pick her up in his arms and whisk her away, leaving a breeze and a cloud of dust to mark their passing.

Today was one of those days, where he’d acted on impulse and taken her away from everything, automatically bringing her to the one safe place that he could think of, a sanctuary of sorts, with only the vague comment that he wanted to show her something as a clue. While she was exploring the abandoned church with its colored windows and heavy stones, Wally made the rounds outside, making sure there weren’t any threats in the immediate vicinity. Once assured, he headed back, smiling as he removed the cowl, his secret identity long since revealed to her.

“So, what do you think?” Standing there, he realized suddenly that he was actually a little nervous about bringing her here, sharing a place that until now had only belonged to him and Barry. It seemed like her kind of place, but there was always the fact that Elsa was still a queen, and her tastes were far more tailored and sophisticated than his would ever be. Still, the quiet calm of the cathedral and its flowering meadow seemed like the right place to take her, and he hoped it would help, and maybe give her the space to breathe that she didn’t always have in that castle of hers.

[fractalist]

Taking her place upon the throne had not been an easy transition for Elsa. After endangering her kingdom, she did her best to reassert her position as a royal while making sure her people could see the queen's true colors - a diplomatic and well-tempered ruler (emotional issues notwithstanding) who wanted to keep the doors of the kingdom open to others after keeping them shut for so long. She is no villain, she means no harms. With Anna by her side, she feels more confident by the hour that they will perhaps one day see her the way she does.

There are always critics. Anna had been more offended on her behalf but Elsa had anticipated the fire and had assembled a close council of advisors to support her through these difficult times. Sure, the thaw had been a wonderful occasion, welcoming the people into the court, but there is still room for improvement, especially for a perfectionist like her. The Duke had been embittered by the entire thing, being made a fool in front of others, and she had anticipated that he and his men would come after her once more. The Team's arrival was of no surprise, though she hadn't anticipated them all to be so young. Of course, Elsa herself is only twenty-one and had taken the crown before marriage - that wasn't necessary. Arendelle had never found royal marriages to be a necessity, which was one blessing she could count on. She had more or less resigned herself to ruling alone and that seems to suit her.

Wally's attentions had been a little confusing. Elsa had interpreted them to be his usual odd friendliness but her sister, the perpetual romantic, had squealed the first second she had alone with her, having experienced his flirtation firsthand. Of course, she had to ask how to approach this, ever so seriously. It's courtship, Elsa, Anna had chided, not a treaty signing. If she liked him, then she should tell him so.

Easier said than done, but she had found a way, more subtle than Anna's usual style, but impactful enough to render the talkative hero speechless. It was something to be proud of, actually.

She's noticed that while he seems to be happy-go-lucky on the outside, there is a very sensitive part of him that is particularly astute when it comes to the emotions of others, especially those close to him. Since it had been agreed upon by all parties that he could be the Queen's companion during this difficult time, they had been spending more time together than she initially anticipated. Whenever Wally picked up on the little changes in her demeanor, particularly when she needed a social break from talking to people constantly, Elsa was immensely grateful. It was helpful and - it was sweet. It helped her open up to him more than she had to anyone other than her sister.

Fleeing to Central City is a temporary situation, but she does like the occasional trip to other countries. Of course, she wishes it is under different circumstances, but she can't complain when they're in such a lovely field with a beautiful old building. Gothic architecture, she tells him as she explores, tracing some of the stones.

"It's beautiful," she breathes, hands folded over her long navy dress. It lacks the typical spangles she wears at home, but she does want to try to lay low as much as possible here.

"Thank you for taking me here."

Surprise prompt is surprising: Gale.

[lefthandedgenius]

There is little that is more comforting to Lydia than waking up with her back to Gale's chest, his arm curved around her body. She can sense the measured cadence of his breathing, smiling a little in her certainty that he's asleep enough for her to succumb to her urge to shift in their shared bed and turn around so she's facing him.

And his face is certainly one to study. For a few moments all she can do is look at him, but it isn't too long before she wants to do more. And fortunately for her, she has occasion and the means.

Her fingers run delicately against his bicep, sliding up along the curve of his shoulder as her thumb brushes against his clavicle.

[ensared]

Over the years, Gale has become a relatively light sleeper. He couldn't begin to count the number of times he'd woken up to Posy tugging on his blankets and sniffling about a nightmare she'd had, asking if he would keep her safe for the night. Not once had he ever refused.

Posy is old enough now to handle her own nightmares most nights, but the habit remains. The light touch on his skin is like a gentle morning light, slowly pulling him from the darkness of sleep. He takes a moment to breathe in slowly, in no rush to awaken and face the day, and sleepily cracks open his eyes to look at her.

"Morning," he murmurs, voice coarse from the night. A fond smile tugs at the corner of his lips, always pleased to have her beside him.

anyone~

[unwrote]

[whatwordsareworth]

Robb had known Amy for quite some time now, their friendship forming over years of brothers playing jokes on one another, first starting years ago when Theon and Robb wanted to see how flustered Jon would be when faced with a girl. They'd joked that no girl would be as pretty as Jon himself, with that fair skin and those raven curls of his, but Amy had proved them wrong. It was only a matter of time before Jon had retaliated in kind, but his half-brother had taken considerably more pleasure from the experience, enough to continue the tradition.

And that was the reason for the call - it was Jon's going away party, and their last chance to have a go at him before he ran off to enlist. It wasn't an opportunity they could pass up, and Robb was quick to volunteer to make the call. Her voice made him smile from the moment he picked up.

"Guess who," he told her, making only the barest effort to disguise his voice.