Three Types of Love

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THREE TYPES OF LOVE MEME

This meme deals with three types of love, angsty, sweet, and twisted! Please note that there are triggers abound!

- Post your characters and include preferences (if any!)
- Others reply.
- Go to RNG and enter numbers 1-3 to get a love type, then 1-12 to get a scene.
- Or go for the record and try to play 1 of each type of love!
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Comments

01; 06?

[a_fatalist]

[Damon only comes to see her a few weeks at a time at worst... every three days when he is charitable. But every time, he makes sure to treat her well. Fred, to him is much like a delicate flower despite how obviously capable she is. He stays away because of that, more than his own nature. Attachment... would be a real problem]

sorry for lateness! >D

[a_fatalist]

[smirking a little, he rises up to bite at her lips softly, stilling her hands playfully] My, my... aren't we bold? [yes, he knows better.. but he likes to push it. It's always been his way]

Pffft, I work retail. If you can deal with me? All is well...

[_fredless]

[She let's him catch her hands with his own. It's not a stretch to say he's ultimately stronger than she is, but there is nothing threatening in the gesture. Her fingertips curl against Damon's chest, just brushing against his skin]

Maybe...maybe I'm bold. Or maybe I just missed you. [Fred's gaze flickers up to his] What do you think?

^_^

[a_fatalist]

[he all but purrs his approval, leaning up to catch her lips as their eyes meet] Mm.. I think a bit of both? And I definitely like it, too, fyi.

:D

[_fredless]

That's good...that you like me. [And now he's gifted with a smile lacking in any sort of restraint] Otherwise, I'd have to seriously reconsider some of the choices I'm about to make.

[a_fatalist]

Mm.. did I say it in so many words? [he chuckles, unable to resist] I believe I referred to your bold moves... [but he does smile back, knowing she knows he kids. Always. It was plain he liked her; he kept coming back, no? Then again...

He growls softly, letting her hands go -] Please, let some of these involve sex in the next few minutes...

[_fredless]

[She laughs then, aware of all the places that they touch. They're still on the floor, and Fred deliberately shifts beneath him -- bringing new friction and tension]

Well I'm not exactly sure what we'd me doing down here otherwise...

[a_fatalist]

[he smirks] I can think of a few things I'd like to do.. and it wouldn't involve any fucking... But then, that would be denying you. And I was raised well. [his hands are swift to undress her, purring softly in anticipation. He always gave them what they wanted...]

[_fredless]

[Fred, on the other hand, has usually always been one to take her time. There's a science to skin, and she's always savored every action and reaction. cause and effect. She enjoys herself working Damon's shirt free, nails grazing across now-familiar skin]

...are you implying there isn't anything in this for you?

[a_fatalist]

Well.. [licking the soft, warm valley of her breasts] Mm.. you hardly let me feed.

[_fredless]

[Her breath hitches as Fred hesitates. It doesn't help that the touch of her tongue against her chest is proving to be a substantial distraction...

It's not the feeding, not exactly. It's something pressed against her neck -- hard and unyielding. It's the potential of being made to feel powerless, all over again. It's all the ghosts of Pylea.

But just the sheer knowing of it leads to the inevitable temptation to rebel against her own fears.

There's the tilt of a chin. A nod.

...permission]