Spin the Bottle Meme

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♥ SPIN THE BOTTLE MEME ♥

HOW TO PARTICIPATE IN THE SPIN THE BOTTLE MEME IN FIVE EASY STEPS
1 ♥ Comment as everyone.
2 ♥ People reply to your comments.
3 ♥ Everybody has to kiss whoever replied to them. A kiss on the cheek is fine, there are kids here.
4 ♥ Hilarity ensues.
5 ♥ Not canon unless everyone involved agrees.

Comments

[drspengler]

[Eyebrow raise.]

I was never very good at this game.

[ooeeooahah]

Might be that you didn't get enough practice.

[drspengler]

[Smirks bashfully.]

That could very well be it.

keywords

[ooeeooahah]

No time like the present.

[ Leans in closer, with her arms over his shoulders. ]

[drspengler]

[Okay, yeah, it's been a while. Egon is flustered but he handles it with his usual stoicness and just lets her do her thing, closing his eyes as she moves in closer.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Now that's a dare. Lie back and contemplate the Unified Field Theory? Don't think so. ]

[ She starts off slow, lightly brushing her lips against his, teasing. ]

[drspengler]

[Deeply thudding pulse? Check. Sudden swimmy feeling in the pit of his stomach? Check. Room suddenly warm? Check. Feels like high school again. Or rather, the high school experience he should had.

And that teasing is just cruel. His body takes over and he moves closer, his arms sliding around her waist.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ There we go... when he moves in, there's a pleased little hum at the back of her throat as she increases the labial pressure a bit more, and threads the fingers of one hand in the hair at the back of his head. ]

[drspengler]

[God, it's been way too long. Egon doesn't hold himself back. He's probably not the best kisser in the world but he's eager and willing. He tugs Ilsa tightly against him and lightly runs his tongue against her lips.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Much better... and though Ilsa has clamped down on any projections, she is wide open to read what he likes. Responding to his tongue, she opens to him, deepening the kiss and wrapping her other arm around his shoulders. ]

[drspengler]

[Uh oh, you've got him going now, Ilsa. You've awakened the sex-starved horndog and he doesn't even bother to glance around and make sure the coast is clear before pressing forward, luring her closer to the floor.

What are consequences? What is rational thought when your blood flow is decidedly going elsewhere?

Through her readings Ilsa can tell that he really likes her fingers in his hair, and their wet, open-mouthed kissing is causing him to have very indecent thoughts with what brainpower he has left.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ As long as they don't land on someone, it should be all right. ]

[ Ilsa murmurs appreciatively into the kiss, both from the actions and emotional responses. She matches his response, and strokes her foot up his calf. ]