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

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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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The gesture helped her calm down, and once they were inside, she was tugging him back to her so she could lean up and kiss him. A little possessively as well. "Damn right, I don't," Chinatsu mutters against his lips with a small smirk.

Oh that little hint of possession and her words made heat lick up his spine. Pleasantly so, as Trunks let himself be tugged, arm sliding around her waist again as they kissed. Maybe a hint of his own possession too, from the way his fingers splayed along her hip. "Good, I don't either. Not in this."

An answering smirk of his own, words spoken in between kisses.

She liked when his hands were on her waist. Well, she liked his hands on her, period. Her fingers find their way into his hair, loosening his ponytail till the hair tie dropped on the floor. The strands of his hair were slightly damp, but still smooth between her fingers. Her other hand went back to working on his top, undoing the front all the way to the bottom until she could push the shirt off his shoulders, never parting from his lips as she did so.

Definitely no objections to her hands on him, shrugging to help her move the clingy shirt and moving his arms as well. Then back to her waist, fingers splayed, and she'd feel the grin against her mouth. A second before there Trunks nipped her bottom lip, gently.

And hauled her off her feet once more up against him. Blue eyes opening to slits, and noticing they were near the mirrored wall. Which--seeing her held against him, lithe limbs and toned body, it brought both a faint embarrassed heat and another kind.

Still slightly too public, at least for him.

Once he pulled her off the ground her legs wrapped around his waist, chuckling against his lips at the change in position. It was playful, but also pretty hot. The nip to her lip had her legs tightening around him, and earned him a nip right back. As her fingers slid down his arms, she felt a slight sting, causing her to pull back.

"Wha..." And that's when she saw the familiar black splotches on his skin. Concern spread on her face quickly. "You..did you know you got blighted?"

Oh, that was much better, and definitely hot. Smile meeting her laughter, and his grip tightening just slightly at her own response. It's when she pulls back though, that he blinks his eyes fully open, taking a moment to register what she said. "Oh..." Faintly looking down enough where he could see the splotches. "...yeah, but I'm used to also pushing past the pain and sting."

But, he is going to keep holding her and start walking towards the shower and rest area.

"...You know we have to deal with that first, right?" Even if he was good at dealing with pain, this didn't exactly help the mood. Chinatsu wasn't alright with knowing he was hurt. She makes no complaint about how he just carries her over to the next area though.

Leaning in once more, Trunks pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Thanking, understanding, reassuring her. "I know. It's part of why the sink back here has a holy-water tap as well."

Unfortunately, it did mean he needed to let her down. To get towels, and a wash cloth. Which...he really didn't want to; felt in his grip, and seen in the faint frown as he leaned his forehead against hers. He liked holding her close, and having her legs around his waist.

He might as well have broadcasted his thoughts, because she could practically hear them with the way he held onto her. "I'll clean them for you," she chuckles, leaning in to kiss him again.It was just his arms, anyway. It would be easy enough for her to wash and wipe them down.

Oh he was broadcasting a lot, especially when she kissed him again. Gratitude and appreciation and just simple happiness she was there, with him. That she cared, and was herself whom he cared very much for in return. Also a deeper heat and tension, that had prompted hints of boldness that were being well-received.

"I..am going to have to put you down long enough to get towels." Spoken against her lips, and definitely with a pout. "...don't wanna." YEP--verbally pouting too.

"Good thing you have your super speed then," she counters. It was cute when he got pouty, her amusement obvious in the way she smiled.

She was so adorable when she smiled. Meaning Trunks is giving in and kissing her again. Clear reluctance still to let her go. Even if he effectively had super-powers...

The sigh is felt, as is the little huff, when he does pull himself back. Forehead against her own, but at least it's a small sign of progress. "Usually you hate it when I move that fast..." Teasing her slightly, as she also hadn't objected to it a few minutes ago.

Letting the fingers of one hand softly, carefully, move to stroke along her lower thigh. Almost questioning--was this okay? was this touch allowed? Even as it was also his way of silently encouraging her to unwrap herself just for now. Long enough to get towels.

"Are you really going to argue about that now?" She shakes her head, though the way he slides his hand against her leg makes it harder for her to want to let go.

"........Do you really need towels now?" This is your fault, Trunks.

Nope, totally her fault--she started it all. Her fire, her care, that he'd been thinking of checking on her just like she had come to do on him. Head ducking a bit, there's a pout again. "I..mean...I...Could just dry us with my ki..."

If she's having trouble moving her leg, he won't object. Gives him more time to enjoy soft skin over lean muscle. Long, shapely, she was a marvel when she danced and even though he was nowhere near her grace, he loved doing so with her or watching her. Even more so than he enjoyed training and sparring with her. (Although her kicks were impressive too.)

"Then who cares about towels," she mutters before kissing him again, cupping his face with both of her hands to pull him closer. For once, she had no problems with his ridiculous abilities. At least they meant she could keep touching him like this.

She could feel the hint of laughter that rumbled in his chest, the smile against her own mouth. Perfectly fine with her being as possessive as she wanted, and with his own 'weird' abilities. Much happier to ignore the question of towels then, in favor of continuing to kiss her, hold her...

Which meant it was an easy decision to head for the sink and shower area. Not that he had a problem holding her or carrying her either--but bracing her on the sink, half-sitting, freed up his own hands too. She wasn't the only one who wanted to touch, after all.

Starting at her hips, thumbs sliding gently along the waistband between her long dance-pants and her top. Just enjoying her; that she was there, with him, and so very very close. Fingers splayed, the tips dipping under her shirt to find skin against her back.

[ Chinatsu only smiled back, continuing to kiss him and deepening it as much as she could. She let out a pleased sound as his hands pressed into her skin, encouraging him to keep going. A hand sneaks back to turn on the faucet, not forgetting that they were there for a reason. As the water starts to run, she backs up just in time to press against it so it sprayed right at Trunks, a mischievous grin on her face. ]

Deepening it was more than alright; soft breaths shared, an occasional nip, or encouraging her tongue to dance with his own. That pleased sound was registered, fingers daring slightly higher as they teased along her waist and hips, under her shirt.

He hadn't forgotten either, even if she had him nicely distracted. The running water was his warning, head ducking enough to avoid being sprayed too badly as she aimed it at him. It did get a good portion of his hair though, and shoulder, and there's soft laughter in response to her teasing.

"Meanie. That's cold, y'know." Not that he sounded upset.

Edited 2018-05-27 06:59 (UTC)

Her back straightened as his hands slid higher, shuddering at the feeling. She laughs back, feigning disappointment. "I think we'll warm up pretty soon." She reaches up to comb her fingers through wet hair, pushing it back against his scalp. She leans in to kiss him again, reaching back to cup up some more of the water and rub it against his arm where the blight was, though really, it was hard to tell if she was cleaning him up or exploring the muscle beneath her palm. ]

That shudder of hers was encouraging, and his laugh at her comment was felt more than heard as she kissed him again. Head tilting slightly, before he moved to start placing soft kisses against her cheek, along her jaw and neck. Breathing her in, fingers stroking along her spine and daring higher up along her ribs.

The holy water was helping the blight, and honestly? He didn't notice when the splotch was gone. Too busy enjoying the feel of her fingers on his skin. She was more than welcome to explore all she wanted; even without his being half-saiyan, he trained regularly and hard, and it showed in defined muscle that marked him a warrior.

"...how much do you care about these clothes?" Murmured against her throat, near her shoulder. Always respecting her wishes, her wants, but more than willing to keep going even as she was.

Chinatsu leaned away, giving him more access to her neck. She took that moment to check on the blight, which was long gone now. Her hand remained, however, continuing to caress up his arm, over his shoulder, then down his back, enjoying every inch of muscle beneath his skin.

"Hm..? Not much, I guess..?" They weren't expensive or anything, so she didn't mind if they got ruined in battle and such.

His smile was probably felt against her skin. The slightest shift, moving his hands and grasping the fabric. "I'll replace it." Assuring her, and then there was a sharp tug, and the faint sound of fabric tearing.

It wasn't hard to figure out what Trunks had done, from how the hint of air against her back, the noise, and the twitches and flex of muscle under her own touch. Still that heat between them, and one hand moved back to splay against her waist. Pulling her just that much closer into him, as the other started to unwind ruined fabric from her.

Edited 2018-05-28 06:23 (UTC)

"Repla--" Before she could finish her question, she felts her clothes tug against her, and then...not at all. Her mouth opens in shock and disbelief as he just tugs her closer, but surprisingly enough she wasn't upset.

"And how exactly am I supposed to go back home?," she laughs, not really complaining while she leans into his body more. It felt nice and warm against him.

Unwinding the ruined shirt didn't take long, and the feel of more skin against skin was so very welcome. "Should I really worry about that now?" But Trunks liked her laugh, as much as he loved her smile.

Focusing more on pressing kisses against her shoulder and the edge of her collarbone. One hand still at her waist and hip, keeping their bodies close while his other moved and stroked along her arm. From her shoulder, down lithe and toned muscle under soft skin, thumb tracing small circles as he went.

This coming from the usually considerate Trunks. But Chinatsu didn't mind. He was fun when he got like this. Her body arched at his touch, pulling him closer by the waist using her legs. What were they supposed to be doing again?

"Lucky for you, I'm not." She chuckles, her fingers trailing down his back. "What happened to showering?"

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