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Down and Dirty Meme. (Rated X--and Not Safe For Work)

Sometimes, you need things. Food and water are the most obvious culprits, though there are necessities that aren't as obvious, like human contact - despite how much some of us grouse against it - or affirmation. Sex, however, isn't usually considered one of those necessities. Sometimes it sure as heck feels like it, though. While it may be the person themselves, your feelings toward them, your desire for the act of alone, or any number of factors, you want sex badly, and the result is desperate, blind sex.

"Desperate" here doesn't mean all the negative connotations that just anyone will do. Instead, it means you really, really want to be with the person your with, possibly more than anything else at that moment. It's not necessarily rough sex, though it can be. What it is - well, that's passionate, hungry, lustful, sweaty, needy, just...desperate. Hands in their hair, teeth against teeth desperate. There's no better word for it, really. You're letting go with them and fulfilling the hunger inside.

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1 extreme love — Your desire for them comes from your love or affection for them. Your actions are just emotions turned to actions.
2 limited time — You have to be intense and short, because you're in a jam for time.
3a new feeling of lust — You're not the type to be interested in sex. There's a first time for everything, though.
4 life-affirming — We almost died! Let's reconnect to what's real and get over the shock.
5 finally found that person — You've never been gung-ho about sleeping with anyone until you met them.
6 finally found your match — Nobody could match your strength or passion before. You've found someone who can.
7 waited so long — For some reason, you couldn't be with this person for quite a while, though you were waiting for them. Now is your chance.
8 let it go — Conceal, don't feel. That's been your motto. But at this moment, you're losing yourself with someone else, your personality or your powers be damned.
9 saw you with someone else (or) territorial — You're jealous and you have to get that interloper off your mind. What better way than to make sure what's yours is yours?
10 public — You can't wait until you make it to somewhere private.
11 taken — Both of you are with other people, and this is one of the few times you can be together.
12 moment of weakness — You've let the mask slip. You've lost your cool. You've shown them how much you want them.
13 emotional — Sex can be raw. Sex can lay bare things you never thought you'd show.
14 aphrodisiac — The sex pollen/chemicals created by the shadow government/spanish fly made you do it! Or at least your body felt like you had to.
15 insulted — You've been teased to your limit, whether they did it knowingly or not. It feels like they're questioning your masculinity/femininity and view you as a non-entity. Time to prove them wrong.
16 feelings revealed — You've just learned what you mean to each other, and that makes you want to be with them even more.
17 first time in a long time — You thought they'd never be back! You better make up for lost time.
18 last time in a long time — They're going, and who knows when they'll be back? You better have one last hurrah and hope it lasts you.
19 trying a fetish — One of you has always had a fetish or a kink, and the other is agreeing to indulge it. No wonder somebody's getting excited.
20 WILDCARD

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When she felt even her underwear start to get pulled down, she swallows hard, admittedly starting to feel nervous. Being bare like this was..scary. However, she also trusted him, enough that she wasn't trying to stop him.

Instead, she just has a scowl on her face, her cheeks a deep shade of red as she watches him kneel before her. His fingers made her leg muscles twitch. "Y-yeah, but you still have something on. That's not exactly fair. " Another kiss, another twitch. Her legs were starting to feel tingly. She keeps them pressed together, raising them slightly in an unconscious attempt to cover herself.

A pause, mouth against her upper calf and fingers against her thighs. Breathing softly, and then another breath. A parting kiss, and for all he was flushed and nervous he knew she was too. They'd teased and flirted and touched before, but never this bare, never this far...

"You're right." Standing up once more, eyes still closed and moving to find her face. Soft, affectionate, cupping her jaw and cheeks and opening his eyes to meet hers. "Do...you want to help me, or did you want to start the shower?"

Because he was aware of her nerves, and of his own.

She had noticed that his eyes were closed, making her peer at him curiously till he moves closer to his face. Was he doing so so she wouldn't get embarrassed...? He'll open his eyes to find her blushing even more, her gaze averted. It always got to her how considerate he was of her.

At the question though, she finally looks back at to to look at him. "..I'll help." It was only fair. Taking of her clothes was probably nerve-racking for him. Chinatsu wasn't going to let him do everything. Pushing off the counter so she was standing in front of him now, she reaches for the waistband of his briefs, but keeps her gaze at his face. Chinatsu starts to push them down, at least low enough till they can drop to the ground with gravity alone. She does note some resistance while pulling them downwards.

He had been, and even with the blush he still found her beautiful. A shy smile on his face, ignoring his own blush and letting her touch and move. Stepping with her to give her some space as she hopped off the counter by the sink.

It was a relief, when he was as bare as she was, but he didn't let it show in his expression. Perhaps a bit in some of the tension along his shoulders, and maybe the softest of sighs. Twitching from the hint of cool-air, and half-hard already from their touching and teasing.

"Whatever you want, and only what you're comfortable with." Sincere, even as blue-eyes were darker and his voice was still lower. "But...I...want you." His blush covered by the flush over all. "Just you...as you are, Chinatsu." He meant it too.

How did he make that still sound so sweet? Her heart was starting to beat louder again, understanding what he meant by his words. She'd be lying if she said that thought hadn't crossed her mind at some point. The more they touched and got to know each other, the greedier she felt. He spoiled her and made her comfortable, always reminding Chinatsu of how he accepted her for how she was.

Reaching up, she cups his face this time, tip toeing to press a kiss against his lips. "I want you too..," she says softly, but clearly.

Fingers moving to brush through her hair, returning that kiss, smiling against her lips. Her fire was addicting, their squabbles actually pretty comfortable and fun. She never gave up, and it was something he adored about her. But he also loved when she did let this softer side out, these hints of vulnerability. Because it meant she trusted him, and it was a gift, and he knew it.

"We can take it whatever pace we want." And it was indeed a we. Spoken against her mouth, reaching one hand to twine his fingers with hers and holding her hand. Taking a breath, for courage or for patience or both maybe--and he stepped back. Still holding her hand, their fingers twined.

Flushed and red from nerves and desire, letting her look. Letting himself look, and still finding her beautiful. Feminine grace and agility and strength, her hair like a river of fire as it flowed over and around her.

The way his fingers brushed through her hair made her heart flutter. She squeezes back at his other hand, not letting go even when he pulled back. She was confused at first, a little disappointed that the kiss was cut short, but then she felt his eyes on her. Her eyes glance elsewhere until she finally allows herself to look back at him. His chest was a sight she's seen several times when they sparred. A body that showed his training with his muscles, his battles with his scars. Yet she still felt safe and comfortable against him.

Swallowing hard, she lets her eyes roam lower, her face only heating up more. It was a first for her--then again, she had quite a few firsts with him already. The notion that his reaction was due to what they've been doing was..almost fascinating. She catches herself, not wanting to stare too long, beginning the walk to the shower while tugging him along.

"It's getting cold." Is her excuse, except she felt anything but.

It was a different experience, being so bare in front of her. But also having her bare for once as well--she trained in form fitting clothing, and sometimes that meant very short shorts and a tank top. Nor had he admitted it, but the first time she'd worn those shorts--Trunks had been highly distracted by her legs.

Long, with toned muscle from her dancing and her training, that did nothing to detract from her grace. Lean muscle that was no less solid than his, but settled differently along her frame--and when her hair was loose she was fire. Fire that moved with a purpose and life and hypnotizing.

Seeing her in total however, even as shy as they both might be feeling--he still felt she was fire. Still lean and toned strength and grace along feminine curves. Part of him hoped the flush along her skin wasn't all nerves, but was also because of him.

Letting her tug him, the shy smile contrasting slightly with the look in his eyes. Studying her hair flowing with the sway of her hips, mesmerized. "Can't have that, can we?" Agreeing to the excuse, and sliding the stall door open while letting her step in first.

It wasn't a large shower, but it wasn't small considering it was essentially part of a gym. Enough space for a person to stretch out, and take care of any injuries in it as well, so 2 people was cozy, but not crowded. Bringing her hand up once more, breath against her knuckles, the shy smile remained. "I don't want you ever cold, while I'm around."

Chinatsu smiles as he kisses her knuckles, though that smile quickly turns into a smirk as she reaches behind her and starts the shower, stepping back so most of the water hits him.

"That cold enough for you?," she asks playfully.

"You're getting predictable." He counters, grinning in response to her smirk. Laughing a bit too, and placing her hand at his shoulder. It makes it easier to wrap an arm around her waist, and the other to move to adjust the water properly. "I expected that spray of water, Chinatsu."

Affectionate though, teasing and playful and very much full of their usual banter even in this new ground.

"Boo, what a lame reaction," she pouts, but steps closer under the water to wrap her arms around his neck, leaning up to kiss him again. The water dripping down on both of them, dampening her hair till it started to stick to her skin.

"Be less predictable then." Came the easy retort, against her lips. Adjusting the water and finding a not-too-cool and not-too-warm medium. At least Trunks hoped it was, as he could take more of a range than he figured Chinatsu could.

Kissing was nice though, and being held and holding were even more nice with skin to skin. One arm at her waist and hips, tracing small circles before moving to stroke along her spine. The other moving to comb through her hair, long and red and brushing it off her skin. Moving it gently so fingers could touch.

Feeling a little bolder, or maybe just enticed by his touch, Chinatsu steps even closer, allowing herself to press up agains his body with nothing between them but the water running over their skin. She takes in a breath as they make contact, but only briefly as she captures his lips again to kiss him more deeply. Her own hand reaches up to comb through his hair, the water making it easier to comb back.

No matter the temperature of the water, all she could think about was how hot he felt.

She could easily feel the contented breath, as she moved to kiss him more deeply. Clearly pleased and happy about being closer, about how her skin felt against his, under his touch. Warm as well, and softly smooth; matching her gracefully strong frame. Feminine, but graceful and lithe.

Letting his head tilt, Trunks nipped at her bottom lip gently, seeking and testing a deeper kiss of his own. His hand stayed along her back and spine, while the other moved. Letting her hair flow down now, as it traced along her hip, her belly, down her thigh. Encouraging her closer, rubbing circles into the skin and muscle.

Chinatsu gladly parted her lips for him, slipping her tongue between his. Her hand slides down to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her. She groan softly into the kiss, his hands doing a very good job at encouraging her closer, her leg sliding between his legs.

Her other hand slides down his chest, exploring all that taut muscle, slowly making its way down over his abs. As solid as he was, he was always so soft and gentle with her.

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Their heights were complimentary enough that she had no trouble moving closer to him. Just enough space between their bodies, with her leg against his own and her hand exploring his chest and stomach, to tease. Make them aware even more of the water that pattered their skin and hair.

Another breath stolen, both of his hands moving up and cupping her face and neck. Holding her there and Trunks leaving himself open to her while he focused on the kiss. On how she tasted, felt, on the little shared breaths and noises and touches that come with that kind of deep kiss but no one ever pays attention to. Doing his best to be patient, and to not focus on her nerves or his.

Chinatsu can't help but sigh when his hands cup her face, feeling content and pleased--but not totally satisfied.

Her hands slide against his body until both her palms were flat on his chest. Smirking into the kiss she turns and pushes him against the tiled wall. This was totally not payback from earlier.

She gets an answering smirk, only parting enough to speak and breath. Letting her push and move, and admittedly tensing briefly from the cold tiles. With a hint of laughter, as this is more than okay.

Although it does mean she gets one more kiss against her lips, before Trunks is tilting his head. Moving to kiss her cheek, her jaw, up slightly to her forehead, and then down along a path to her ear. Where her name gets breathed, low and full of emotion, before the lobe is kissed, then bitten gently and held.

The way he said her name made her breath hitch, her fingers curling and grazing his chest with her nails. Her body arched against his as the shudder coursed down her spine. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment, taking in the sensations of his lips and his teeth.

The hint of scratch was welcome every bit as much as her being more aggressive was. Her reaction brought a low and pleased sound rumbling from his chest, taking it as a sign he was doing things right. Helping her feel that same fire he felt in his blood, that want and desire and need.

Fingers moved through her hair, weaving through wet strands and against skin, tracing circles along her nape, her shoulders. One hand still holding her head so gently, while he kissed and nibbled, breathing her in. The other moved along her back, down her hips, and around to her own belly. Then up--where there was only a brief hesitation, before again cupping her breast.

The pressure against breast elicits a gasp, but she recovers quickly enough to nip at his lip in response before going back to kissing him. If he was going to bolder in his actions, she might as well too. Her hand travels down, tracing over his torso, then moving even lower. Busy with his lips, she's not really looking where she's touching, but she does try to go carefully, her fingers brushing against him gingerly.

It wasn't a contest!

Then again, with Chinatsu's competitive streak, which often triggered Trunks' own competitive streak in return...

Still, a soft gasp against her mouth; not unhappy or unwelcome, just a bit surprised. Especially as Trunks was still except for his breathing. Letting her touch, explore, hands gently cupping her nape and her breast. Paused, before kissing her again, thumb stroking her skin gently.

Beneath her touch, he was warm. Soft skin, already half-swollen with interest from before... Occasionally twitching as she touched, swelling more and responding to her.

His reactions were..fascinating to her. Encourage by his reaction, Chinatsu let's her finger trail along the underside of his shaft up tp the tip, then pressing her palm against it, slowly rubbing against him. She could feel him twitch and harden against her hand, the water making it easier to slide against.

She doesn't lose any focus on the kisses, of course, teasing him between her teeth, plucking at his lips before capturing them again. Their breaths only getting hotter the more they touched each other.

This time, it was Trunks who tried to keep up. To kiss her back, and touch her softly, trying to convey through actions his appreciation, and want, and care for her. It was just...more difficult to focus given how she touched him.

His reactions were obvious and pleased, if a bit mono-focused. Swelling, and encouraging her touch more with slight shifts of his hips. She needn't have been so ginger in her touch, but he couldn't find words to tell her that verbally.

Not when most of his brain was focused on how good this felt, and how much he cared, and the feel of her skin against his own. The taste of her mouth, hints of her own breath shared with his. His own mouth trying to form words against her own, with no sound.

Wanting her to feel as good, as his other hand moved down her skin, along her arm. Then back up, and cupped her other breast too. Fingers soft, appreciating their weight while thumbs traced circles against the center.

She was just getting started. Taking the way his hips were moving as a good sign, Chinatsu feels emboldened, transitioning to wrapping her fingers around him, noting the girth as she slowly pumps her hand. As his other hand took hold of her other breast, she squeezed him a little tighter, but made sure to watch her strength.

It never occurred to her that such a thing would feel so good, but maybe it was because of who was doing it. Whether it be him touching her in more intimate areas or simply brushing some strands of hair away from her face, something about Trunks's touch always made her heart skip a beat.

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