FANSERVICE MEME

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THE FANSERVICE MEME

STEP ONE: Comment with your characters!

STEP TWO: comment to people's characters either anonymously or as yourself with who you want to see them thread with! Include a prompt! Gen, shippy, crack, whatever! "Give [character] a hug!" "Punch [character] in the face!" "You're now stuck in an elevator with [character]!" "NOW KISS" If you don't include a prompt, they either have to flirt or are stuck in a box together

STEP THREE: that person goes and tags that other person and reacts icly !! stalk that thread

STEP FOUR: remember to keep checking back for new people to prompt! don't let timezones ruin ur day

( U CAN OPT OUT OF STUFF THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE !! IT'S FOR FUN !!! )

Comments

Frederick Chilton

[slightlyoffchilt]

[(Anonymous)]

clearly you have to pretend you're chauncy, go to someone and see how long you can keep it up

[slightlyoffchilt]

I'm already accused of being a pretentious bastard enough as is.

[grandtheftequine]

Hey, Doc, do me a favor? Bend over.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Will you promise that I won't have to say "thank you sir, may I have another?"

[grandtheftequine]

Well, I wouldn't stop you if you wanted to.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[His sigh seems beleaguered -- but quite honestly, it's mostly for show. And his artifice is likely evident, given that he's bending over as requested.]

Anything for my Ambassador.

[Thrown over the shoulder, along with a smirk.]

[grandtheftequine]

[ Time for a butt massage! Two-handed, even, because Logan's a giver that way. ]

Maybe I will have to spank you after all.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Wow. Goodness -- wow. Chilton is somehow both flattered and flabbergasted, and wow does Logan have talented hands. Strangely talented hands.]

Is this. Part of the new health care legislation, or...? I mean. I've already voted for you.

[But he's apt to do it again.]

[mortalweapon]

Doctor, will you permit me to kiss you?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Danger, I -- [Of course, of course he would. In this moment, his response was nothing but unvarnished honesty.] Yes. In fact. You may.

[mortalweapon]

[ She comes closer, looming effortlessly until she leans down towards him. One hand lifts to nudge him lightly under the chin, coaxing him to tilt his head up towards her so that she can press her cool lips gently to his. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[He considers it a sweet kiss -- the coolness of her touch lending to a tender interpretation, his eyes closed, his heart pounding.

Chilton leans up into the kiss, her pristine metallic met with his feverish humanity.]

[mortalweapon]

[ It's sweet enough, especially for her. All that destructive power restrained with careful precision, her various sensors alight with the input from his response. She knows how fast his human heart is beating — and it pushes her to kiss him harder, borderline bruising with the force of it. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[The faintest bubbling of a whimper from the depth of his throat, and even Chilton can't deny the impression she's making. The force of that kiss -- like a thunderstorm, electrical and provoking surrender.

And that's what Chilton does, he surrenders to it. Tongue slick against her lips, her mouth, her cheek.]