Semi-NSFW meme — Stole this idea from another website. Totally not my idea! Lol. But, if you pick a pairing and a number or two and send it to me, I'll write you a little drabble or ficlet!
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1… grinding up against the other
2… moaning the other's name
3… stripping off
4… sexting
5… giving the other a strip tease
6… giving a lap dance
7… being drenched whilst wearing white
8… leaping into the other's arms
9… confessing a fetish
10… pinning the other against a wall
11… trying to turn the other on
12… successfully turning the other on
13… turning the other off
14… tying up the other
15… spanking the other
16… having some "private time" and the other accidentally walking in
17… having a "friend" over and the other accidentally interrupting
18… flashing the other
19… having a wet dream and calling the other's name during it
20… bending over seductively to pick something up for the other
21… leaving hickeys on the other
22… trying to play footsie with the other during a meeting
23… trying to go down on the other, under the table, during dinner
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On the very probable instance that I don't know who the characters are, please be patient if I ask for a few details. On occasion, I may decline the request if I'm too busy or completely uninterested in the pairing. Feel free to examine my works and my favorites to see what I'm familiar with. I just needed to do something that was easy and fun before I work on my many longer writing projects. This first chapter is an example! Hope you like!
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Logan/Marie X-Men Movieverse, between X1-X2, prompt #21 and #7.
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Fucking rain storm. Logan growled loudly as he pulled over under a nearby rocky outcropping, feeling extreme frustration. After finally persuading Rogue to take a ride on Cyclops' stolen bike, they'd been having a wonderful time. He had at least, feeling her small frame pressed snugly against his back and her gloved hands clasped on his stomach. The feeling's he'd had for the kid had never been exactly fatherly, though he tried to give her what she needed. Right then, all he could think was that her breasts were against him and that more intense hea against his rear where her legs were spread... Well, it was hard to stay focused. The clouds had caught up with them twenty minutes later, twenty minutes too late to head back to the Mansion.
It had been seven more before he'd found the likely spot, and he turned the engine off with a huff. "Sorry, kid," he growled. "Shoulda watched the weather report first."
"Ah don't mind a little rain, Sugar," she said, giggling as she took off her helmet and ran off into the downpour.
Logan smiled, leaning on his ride (it was practically his, anyway...). Happiness suffused him, an unknown emotion before this little slip of a girl had entered his life. He'd often considered his reaction to her; it had been a gut instinct that day on the train, his promise to take care of her, but nothing had ever felt more right. The same as the day she's snuck into his trailer. He smiled as she twirled, arms outstretched and looking like the child she no longer was. Now that they weren't riding, he could pick up her scent again and it was sweet on the wet air, mixing intriguingly with the scent of soil and loam of the wilderness around the rural road they'd found.
He frowned, watching her become drenched in her white, long-sleeved shirt. "Kid, get back under here!" he growled, realizing how the water was going to cling to her, and fucking Jesus Christ, he wasn't ready for the rush of burning need that went through him as he thought about it.
"Make me!" she laughed, starting to run.
The Wolverine took over at that, and he came back to his senses in a puddle of water, hovering over her as she stared up at him with a strange combination of hope and fright in her chocolate eyes. His gaze dropped to her chest, a low rumble rising up inside him at the well defined shadow of her pebbled nipples under the wet cotton.
"Logan...?" The soft voice brought his face back to her mouth. How he longed to kiss those rosy lips, but... he'd have to settle for a little less. He sealed his mouth on the spot over her collar bone, sucking hard through the soaked white fabric covering it.
Some water rushed onto his tongue, but he could taste her in it, and he snarled as he bit down hard on the soft, cloth covered flesh. He vaguely heard a small shriek, but instead of the resistance he'd expected, she arched up invitingly.
"Logan!"
It was strangled and desperate, music to his ears. His own voice answered her, a dangerous hiss that spoke of possession. "Marie..."
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There we go, just a little, sexy ficlet to take the edge off. Please review! :)