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The Seven Minutes in Heaven! Meme



- You are trapped in a closet.
- People tag you.
- Make out for seven comments.
- THERE ARE NO EXCEPTIONS TO RULE 3.
- this is how it works!!

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[backstabbing]

[themisfit]

[ Because this guy's undue terror amuses me. ]

[backstabbing]

[ISABELA ACTUALLY DOESN'T LIKE BEING STUCK IN ENCLOSED SPACES she's actually a bit claustrophobic!

but she'll make the best of it.]

So is there where we play a little "you show me yours and I'll show you mine"?

[themisfit]

[ Aww baby. If he knew he would attempt to be so soothing. :| Instead, there's just... ]

One step at a time, hm? One must walk before running, you know.

[backstabbing]

That is the first step, sweet thing.

[she's smirking. the uncomfortable waver in her smile lost in the dark of the closet.

she does move a bit closer, bumping up against him because...well...that chest of hers...]

Then tell me. What's your idea of walking?

[themisfit]

[ Yes, it is quite noticeable. He also has pretty good night-vision thanks to the power of freaky, mutant glowy-eyes. ]

Names, for starters.

[ But he tilts to kiss her forehead. ]

Are you okay?

[backstabbing]

Oh we don't need those to have a bit of fun.

[she frowns at the kiss on her forehead. it's too sentimental and she's no child. she angles her chin up a little.]

Of course I am, and my lips are down here if you haven't noticed.

[themisfit]

I thought to tread carefully.

[ But fine, he'll kiss her properly. Not that it still isn't with a degree of care, nothing too rash. ]

[backstabbing]

You're far too careful.

[she manages a smirk when he gets to kissing her properly, but unfortunately for him, she's not the careful sort.

just gonna wrap her arms around his neck and press herself a bit closer. maybe an attempt to back him against the wall.

yeah no it's definitely an attempt at that. not that it's any difficult considering the small space.]

[themisfit]

[ Well, fair enough. That attempt works out in her favor, what with the element of surprise and all. Perhaps, if he could re-discover abandon, this might be opportunity to prove himself as less drastically against such things as the impression he might've given.

It's not too difficult. She is a gorgeous pirate-lady, after all. So he just tries to assimilate into the embrace, arms 'round her waist, tail 'round her calve... See? Totally capable! ]

[backstabbing]

[she's actually pleasantly surprised! not to mention this is actually a first for her.

not many blue elves with tails in Thedas, sad to say.

she parts her lips, beginning to test his boundaries as she moves her hands towards his shoulders, down his arms and she'll just...tug up at his shirt a little because she wants to know if he's fuzzy okay. :(]

[themisfit]

[ Kissing is perfectly lovely, isn't it? He feels like he'd almost forgotten. There's also, however, the nagging... Guilt, maybe? Whatever it was that normally kept him from similar activities. But it's mostly pleasant, regardless, so he just ignores the other side of his conscious.

Then his shirt gets tugged at. He squirms and manages to laugh at himself in lieu of chickening out.

He's apparently velvety, so have fun with that, forward pirate-lady. ]

[backstabbing]

[there are far lovelier things they could be doing, but Isabela's not going to push her luck.

she chuckles at the back of her throat in response to his squirming, but he's not saying no so she will have fun with it.

he feels like the sort of pillow that Hawke had at her estate. practically plush. it's bizarre and she's curious. she slips her tongue into the kiss, still testing his boundaries, and she moves her hands right on up and down in a light petting motion.

like a right expensive pillow, but with a lean sort of muscle to it.]

[themisfit]

[ The progression makes him pause, if only to get out a small warning. ]

Ah, um. [ BUT THEN HE SUDDENLY FEELS AWKWARD... because this makes him feel like a dork or something. ] Mind the teeth.

[backstabbing]

[these imPorts and their pointy teeth gosh.

she continues to work one hand up his shirt, and she withdraws the other to touch his cheek.

not in a sentimental way that would be gross. she just touches one of his canines with her thumb, laughing.]

You should mind the tongue.

But I can stop if you want. My curiosity is somewhat sated...for the time being, of course.

[themisfit]

Fair enough. [ He's practiced enough in the fine art of not biting peoples' faces off, after all. And the automatic response is to treat the touch to his own sentimental tendencies; he plants a kiss on the heel of her hand. Somehow shmoopy in every situation, sorry. ]

I do not normally make time in closets with strangers. It is a bit odd.

[backstabbing]

[there's a chiding laugh at the shmoop, and she draws the hand away from his face in order to avoid any other inconveniences.]

You should try it more often. Though, I wouldn't have picked a closet myself.

A back of a tavern, maybe.