meme #004 | slow-dancing ( think outside the boxstep )

[the]

slow dancing ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme → COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE. → PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND GO FOR IT. → PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the deal FORMAL OR INFORMAL, WITH MUSIC OR WITHOUT, YOU COULD BE AT A GLAMOUROUS GALA WHILE A SINGER CROONS SOFTLY OR IN THE SILENCE OF YOUR OWN LIVING ROOM. WHEREVER YOU ARE, YOU HAVE THE URGE TO DANCE. DID YOU ASK YOUR PARTNER OR DID THEY ASK YOU? HAVE YOU GOT TWO LEFT FEET OR IS THE VIENNESE WALTZ YOUR JAM? IT COULD BE AWKWARD, IT COULD BE ROMANTIC. EITHER WAY IT'S CUTE AS HELL.

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[theagent]

The world does not revolve around you.

[fe_male]

You said defense budget. For a long time a lot of that was for me.

[theagent]

For Stark Industries.

[fe_male]

Which... is me. Chief Engineer, CEO, the— name. On the buildings.

[theagent]

There is such a thing as legal personality.

[fe_male]

I have one of those. Her name is Pepper. I think you've met her.

[theagent]

I meant the company as a whole.

[soldiernoclass]

[ Except it isn't all dark, fathomless depths below them, any longer. A point of light (pale and still brightly green, but not moving as the streamers that race past them do) lies on that bottomless horizon, now, invisible by distance, before, but quickly closing in.

Zack shakes his head, once again smiling through the shadow of uncertainty that obscures him. (And this time, he doesn't rise to resist, slowly sinking back behind the safety of that mask, all but his solid form and the thin overlay of her own memory's lingering impression staying behind.) ]

Sorry, but... I can't help you, there. I've never done this kind of thing before, either.

[ And he doesn't have more than a glimpse of the greater workings at play in this incredibly strange dilemma, to say. Even his pride won't let him lend her some potentially ill advice - though it isn't for not wanting to at least try to help.

From the dark, those eerily clear, sky-blue eyes crease at the corners, smile invisible and perhaps for the best, as he asks, ]

Hey. Do me a favor, when you see him, again?

[fe_male]

I don't know, she does a pretty good job all around.

[theagent]

Fair enough.

[instinctiveshooter]

I'll be laying it on too thick when I start talking in a lot of flowery language.

[He shoots her a smile. Some of it is play but underneath it all, there is genuine interest in her as a female no matter how misplaced it is. It never affects his work as he trusts her in the field and doesn't waste time on a mission appreciating how she looks. When he is allowed to look, like this mission it's an entirely different matter and it's been hard to take his eyes off her.]

Seriously Phil, you are really good looking.

[theagent]

Please don't. [ Her face, very briefly, betrays what she thinks of overly flowery language. She's really not the type.

The expression fades quickly, though, and she smiles back, if a little— embarrassed, almost, because she isn't used to this. ] Thank you.

[bello]

Ezio moans, feels the deliciously terrible way that Takeshi laves at him with his tongue. It makes him groan softly, tipping his head back to take a breath before returning with the climbing urge to please, parting his lips to breathe softly against the head of his cock. The taste of him still lingers on his tongue, musky, heady, and he dips his mouth down to take his head teasingly into it, sucking and releasing with a lewd, wet sound.

He hums softly against him, taking him fully into his mouth and letting his head sink down, pull up, lean in again, tongue pressing against the bottom of his shaft lazily.

[more_than_words]

[Her brows come down at his words but it doesn't deter her. Instead she seems to firm under the admission, growing steadier, surer. She understands. It's Zack's job to get her safely there and after that it's her job to do - whatever it is that needs to be done. Just because she doesn't know what that is yet doesn't change the fact that it's her part of the mission to handle that part. If Zack can pull himself together and save her in the maelstrom of lost souls and the very Planet trying to rip them apart, than she is just as determined to do her part and do whatever comes after that. He has faith in her and even if Zack's faith wasn't a hard thing to disappoint, she would still be determined. He's made this chance for her and she's not going to mess it up.

Somehow.

Her head does come up though from the dip that had been watching downward at that light, her fallen star who still glowed even buried and lost. Eyes of wine and garnet focus on Zack's, younger for a brief moment, almost fifteen and unstintingly helpful as if she hadn't learned to guarded against men asking for favors yet. A nod.]

Mm. What?

[soldiernoclass]

[ For one last time he breaks through the gloom, leaning in close as that painfully innocent expression permits, his hands on her shoulders again, though it seems they haven't moved at all. And solid ground collides with the soles of two sets of boots in the same instant he presses a kiss to her forehead, dark strands of hair swept aside by some errant spectral breeze.

There's more in the simple, chaste gesture than in the solid support he's been, so far, a glimpse of the kinder nature of the Lifestream. The very same souls it tears down and repurposes, it draws together and intermingles, as well, and though the brush of memory isn't all light or pleasant, there is a sense of overwhelmingly persistent hope threaded through it all. And he doesn't expect her to forgive him, but there's a hint of that in it, too, like some bittersweet aftertaste.

The gates of Nibelheim are still there when he opens his eyes, now nothing but a shadow in the shape of a SOLDIER. The world of darkness around them has opened up upon an island of glowing green and cobbled together fragments of the past, but somewhere beneath that enshrouding black, his gaze is still steady on her. ]

Pass it on.

[ And then his hands fall away, and he becomes somehow more insubstantial, reaching back to touch the shape of the sword on his back almost unconsciously. ]

...Well, I guess that's my cue. I'd better not keep you-know-who waiting any longer, anyway.

[more_than_words]

{the kiss is somehow more of a surprise than anything else that's happened to her so far and her eyes go wide and blink in response. She understands it's not just a kiss he wants her to pass on, feeling it all the way down to her toes even more than the jar of steady ground under her soles and her face goes up to look at him - not sure she can convey everything that single touch holds. Her brows come down though after that second, determined and stubborn and she nods, just once, firmly. She'll find a way to pass it on to Cloud and he'll understand if she has to pass it on a thousand times before she gets it right enough.

There's still a moment of panic though, sharp and hard down through her, when Zack's hands finally let go, the inward terror that the green will take her without ghostly protection. It's only there for a second though and it doesn't wipe out the stubbornness on her face or the hard darkening of her eyes as she mentally prepares for whatever's ahead she needs to do. It's not all battle warrior though and she hesitates before she turns, using up possibly precious seconds to focus on the SOLDIER shadow in front of her. Remembering him as clearly as she possibly can after smoke and flame, nightmares and hollow aches and five years of remaking herself from the sweeter, more open cowgirl that hadn't survived any more than her town had. Once he's as sharp in her mind's eye as she can see him, she firmly says:}

It wasn't your fault. Nibelheim. Any of it. Not for even a second. Not once.

{she's not free with them but, in that moment, as if it will seal the truth of her words for eternity, she leans up, quick, and presses a kiss to his insubstantial cheek, a brush of velvet and smoke. Her eyes mean it when she pulls back just as quick, red meeting what's left of blue and mako. Another quick nod and she's spinning around to head through the gates at a trot. Whatever's on the other side of them, wherever Cloud is, she'll find him and, together, they'll finally fix things. She's not alone - and neither is he. Not anymore.}

[tranquilizing]

Takeshi loves those sounds, wants more of them, always. There is a heady intoxication that comes from knowing he's making his lover feel good, appreciating, enjoying, loving him.

He licks up soft, slick skin of his head, his tongue flat. Presses the tip of it into him, into the tiny opening at the tip and stabs at him lazily a few times, gathering thin droplets that merely hint at Ezio's pleasure and desire. Later, in time, they'll be thick with it and Takeshi will drink him down, savor him thoroughly.

For now, all he can do is moan into his skin as Ezio sucks at him almost teasingly and lets him go. The feel and sound combination is lewd and perfect and maddening and his hips can't help but rock just slightly forward, approving, wanting more.

Letting saliva pool in his mouth to slick the way, Takeshi retaliates by drawing Ezio's cock between his lips and inching, slow and sure down the length of it until he feels him hit resistance at the start of his throat. He doesn't swallow him deeper, not just yet, just enjoys the feeling of Ezio filling his mouth for a moment, lets his tongue play and tease as he sucks at him lightly, revels in the tiny differences this angle and position provide. And then Takeshi hums, a slow, easy tune as he just as slowly eases his head back and off Ezio's cock until only the head of him sits on his lips.