IT HAS BEEN COMMANDED

[darkbishie.livejournal.com]

SEXY MEME?
Holidays are supposed to make people happy, right? Well, holidays for you sucked. You didn't get to see your family or maybe you have no family at all. If you're a villain, maybe another year has gone by and you still haven't taken over the world. If you're a hero, maybe you're a B-lister who still doesn't have his own action figure. Last night you felt incredibly lonely and pathetic and sad, so you hit the bar. Hard.

Well honey, the bar hit back. You wake up in a cheap motel bed and you're not alone.

What. The. Hell?

* Comment as your characters (still asleep, awake and confused, cuddling-- WHATEVER.)
* Other characters will comment waking up next to said character
* MAKE IT HIDEOUS 8D
* You can comment to as many different people as you like on your own thread or someone else's! An infinite amount of people can reply to the same person. THERE ARE REALLY NOT MANY RULES HERE. COMMENT TO A LOT IF YOU CAN 8D
* Examples can be found here!
* It's up to you whether or not your character remember what happened the night before.

TOTALLY STOLEN FROM SOMEONE WHO STOLE IT FROM SOMEONE ELSE.

Comments

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Now this was strange. The girl was as dark as a Fremen but waterfat. She seemed to be watching her in her sleep.

She decided to see how much by tracing fingers up her thighs.

[octopus-herder.livejournal.com]

She doesn't have the sleekness of the desert, but there's none of that extravagance of figure of, say, Tess. More curiously might be the way her features display a subtle, homogenized blending of many ethnic groups—almost too subtle, with the way it verges towards some exotic and yet familiar ideal, but not beyond the grasp of Bene Gesserit training to detect.

At that touch, she shifts slightly in her sleep (half-sleep?), and her legs slide apart a little.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Sheeana is having a hard time placing her origins, which she guesses is why she was attracted to her in the first place.

Her lips touch the sides of her neck and she lets out a soft hum, vibrating with her vagus pulse. Her fingers trace up her thighs. She will wake to being softly stimulated.

[octopus-herder.livejournal.com]

The girl softly wakes—fully wakes, for that odd sense of awareness never really went away. She shifts gently against Sheeana—accepting the touch, though there's a hint of something guarded in her even then, though her eyes silently slide open to watch Sheeana.