[OOC] Physical Contact Meme

[acidhexagon]

PHYSICAL CONTACT MEME
Post with your character(s). Repliers will generate a number between 1 and 13. Match up that number with a type of contact below. Haaaave fun!

one.
HUG: You're compelled to give this person a hug-- and we're not talking of the manly brohug variety.

two.
FACE SMUSH: What is wrong with this person!? You just want to... grab their face and place both your hands on their cheeks, then press enough until they make a fish face. For no reason at all!

three.
LICKING: There's something about them that is just so... appetizing. You're not sure what, or why-- or where. All you know is you want to give them a good few licks and maybe get to their center. Heh.

four.
HAIR PULLING: Oh, look at all that shining, advertise-worthy hair they're waving to the world. It makes you want to touch it. Or maybe tug at it.

five.
TICKLING: Cheer up, sourpuss. Time for some good old forced laughter therapy!

six.
KISSING: You're overcome by an intense desire to kiss the person right in front of you. Hard.

seven.
PUNCH: Aw, this person is so nice... so then why do you feel this intense urge to meet their gaze... with your knuckles!?

eight.
SHOVING : There's a convenient wall that will keep them from falling down, but still, all you want to do is shut them up with a swift, intimidating push and make them stay there!

nine.
PULLING: ...or maybe you want to feel them close to you, heartbeat to heartbeat, gripping their shirt and feeling their body heat increase while you keep them close to you?

ten.
HAND HOLDING: You're not stupid (maybe), so you can have a perfectly normal conversation with another person without reaching for their hands, right? Well, not anymore.

eleven.
TRIPPING: JUST MEET THE FLOOR ALREADY! My foot was there for a reason!

twelve.
DOUBLE !!!: You get to roll twice and combine the two numbers you get!

thirteen.
WILD CARD: Make up your own kind of contact!

Comments

Re: Lick.

[heirofkobe]

He'd been minding his own business one minute, and then the next, there was something warm and wet on his hand. There wasn't much technique involved -- but she'd gotten his palm, which sent an ~interesting~ sort of sensation shooting down his spine.

There had been some witty retort on the tip of his tongue, but it had died when he'd seen just -who- had decided to lick his hand.

Said witty retort was replaced by Taue blinking at her in utter astonishment -- but making no move at all to retreat his hand.

Re: Lick.

[phantomcloud]

Miyume held onto his wrist with both hands, lapping at his palm quite enthusiastically. Her cheeks were flushed bright pink. She knew she shouldn't. It was so wrong but who would have expected Taue of all people to be this tasty?

Re: Lick.

[heirofkobe]

He knew this should stop. Really, he did, and he tried, but the sheer improbability of the situation had trapped him. Her slender hands might as well have been those of a bodybuilder or prizefighter.

What did he taste like, anyway? He had no idea, and yet she was lapping at his palm like it was candy, or an ice cream cone, coating his skin with her saliva and occasionally hitting one of several spots that made his knees weaken and his eyes briefly roll back in his head.

"W-what are you," he asked, but that was about as far as he got, widened eyes just taking in this entire bizarre scene as if a bystander in his own body.

Re: Lick.

[phantomcloud]

Miyume moved on from his palm to his fingers, licking slowly up to the fingertip which she then slipped in her mouth. She sucked gently at it before moving on to the next finger.

She was still blushing but seemed quite focused on her task. It didn't look like she was planning to stop anytime soon.

Re: Lick.

[heirofkobe]

Where had she -learned- this? Mirai came to mind, but this didn't seem seductive in the least bit. She was simply enjoying...whatever he tasted like.

He was enjoying it, too, but for far less innocent reasons. Her tongue on his fingertips was doing more consistently interesting things. She didn't like him -- had practically thrown away a perfectly good snack rather than converse with him.

And yet, here she was, and here he was, powerless to stop her.

"Miyume," he gasped, eyes wide as he shivered from a combination of confusion and strange, strange pleasure.

Re: Lick.

[phantomcloud]

When he spoke her name, Miyume closed her eyes. One by one, she dipped his fingers into her mouth, swabbing each digit quite thoroughly with her tongue. Whatever Taue tasted like, she seemed quite content to keep it to herself.

Finally, her intense licking fit drew to a close and she pulled back, daintily wiping her lips with a handkerchief plucked from her pocket. Her expression was unreadable as she picked up her fallen cane off the ground.

After a moment of gazing at him impassively, she spoke very softly but with a delicate edge underlying her words.

"I'm not a moeblob," was all she said then turned to leave.

Re: Lick.

[heirofkobe]

By the time she finally stopped (and thank God she'd stopped, he was running out of things to try and say to her dumbly while she lapped at his fingers), he was utterly confused.

Her words, though, at least finally gave a REASON to this. It would, he thought, have been far, far creepier and more unsettling if she didn't say anything at all.

He made no move to stop her, though. No witty reply came to mind. Taue simply stood there and watched her begin to leave. He could still feel the trails her tongue had left on his skin.

Finally, he swallowed. Hard.

He was going to need a nice, long shower to feel clean now, but whether that shower would be cold or hot he was still deciding.