meme | #002 -- absolute obedience ( do you do you want to )

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the ABSOLUTE OBEDIENCE MEME 1. Post with your character. 2. That character is compelled to follow the orders of anyone who replies. 3. Any orders. 4. Any orders. Meme Strategy: There's nothing in the rules about whether or not your character knows s/he must obey - as well, the other character might not know that s/he must be obeyed. Play it however you like. Don't like the orders you got? Not willing to have your character follow them, even if you've had a good time up to this point? Talk to the other player, use OOC notes or PMs, try and work it out. Got some stuff you'd never want to play out? Consider making a preferences post and linking to it when you reply here. Wanna give orders that people would love to follow? Give em context. Make it a story. Is this about revenge? Working out some personal issues? Too dumb to realize that the other guy has to do whatever your guy says?

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[sexting]

Ah, no, I wouldn't look too smug if I were you, dear. I'm about to repay the favour somewhat, you see. [ Cambridge is clearly delighted at being able to mock Oxford in such a way; he holds up the tie, bunched slightly between his fingers, and adds brightly. ] Except I don't even need this...

[ Cambridge sets the tie on the table beside him - pausing only to carefully fold it, he isn't a heathen - before leaning forward with his bare elbows on his knees and his hands clasped. ]

I do believe it's time you took off your shirt. [ So light, so matter-of-fact. ] Slowly, please.

[romanticism]

Slowly? I'm awfully impressed that you requested that of me of your own volition, my boy. [ Oxford's eyes narrow as his hands obediently reach upwards to undo the first button of his shirt, though the smile doesn't quite fade from his face. He likes a good game from time to time. ] Mind you, I have a feeling there may be some foul play involved here, to be quite honest.

[ There's something strangely thrilling about Cambridge finally exacting his revenge for that - inarguably entertaining - evening, and Oxford supposes it's a good thing that he has very little shame anyway. His eyes don't leave Cambridge's for a moment, watching him as slow, precise fingers do away with the buttons of his shirt. He slips it off his shoulders, before raising expectant brows - what now, my dear? ]

[sexting]

What can I say? I intend to enjoy myself for as long as possible. [ Cambridge's new-found patience probably would not have extended nearly so far had the roles been reversed and it was him performing the impromptu strip tease, that's for sure. He lingers thoughtfully, meeting Oxford's querying gaze the whole time, pondering his options before carefully choosing his next order. ]

Now close your eyes - [ He slips from the tabletop back to his feet, watching the other man until he was satisfied, then taking a few cautious steps closer to quietly retrieve Oxford's shirt and discard it next to his tie. ] - And tell me what you think is about to happen here.

[romanticism]

I've no doubts about that. [ Oxford's voice is a slight purr as he closes his eyes, his intrigue practically palpable. He exhales thoughtfully, giving a little shrug of his well toned shoulders, the movement nothing more than an excuse to draw Cambridge's attention as fully as possible to his body, since Oxford's vanity is being well pandered to here. ]

Let's see. I think that perhaps you will mimic the fateful night with the lamp post, leave me in a state of hopeless and breathless disarray - perhaps take it a step further, introduce an audience, since we are at headquarters, after all - but at the same time, I'm not so sure. You're a creative man, when the mood strikes you. [ He laughs, softly. ] Short answer is that I haven't the slightest clue what you are planning, but I am certain that it will be more than suitable revenge.

[sexting]

[ ...Cambridge really can't help but think this would be a little bit more fun if Oxford wasn't so clearly enjoying it. He approaches Oxford as quietly as he can with slow footfalls that are carefully placed on the carpet with each step, frowning silently as he studies the way that smug smile curves Oxford's lips. Cambridge lifts a hand to gently drag a dull fingernail downwards over the muscles of Oxford's abdomen, wondering what kind of reaction it would provoke. ]

An audience? Don't tempt me.

[ no, really, don't. ]