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[centurybaby]

SUDDEN MARRIAGE MEME

▌ POST AS YOUR CHARACTER. ▌ ANON GIVES YOU ANOTHER CHARACTER + ONE SCENARIO. ▌ YOUR CHARACTERS ARE NOW MARRIED. ▌ THREAD ACCORDINGLY. SCENARIOS 1. EXPECTING A BABY/ADOPTING A BABY. 2. GETTING A DIVORCE. 3. HONEYMOON. 4. GETTING BACK TOGETHER AFTER SEPARATION. 5. DOMESTIC CUTE TIMES. 6. PILLOW TALK.

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BECAUSE

[viced]

[ He's just a touch flushed, embarrassed. Like he could do anything but be embarrassed about it.

He knew what it implied. ]

Er.

N-- No. I'm alright.

Re: BECAUSE

[waiting]

[ on second thought, it's probably a good idea he didn't get his pants off. he reaches down to adjust his clothes so things aren't quite as tightly fitted over -- other things. not quite as discreetly as he'd like, but it makes him feel a little less like his dick is the kid in class with his hand still awkwardly raised. ]

It's--

Fine. Don't worry about it.

[viced]

Yeah.

Okay.

[ He shifts, pulling a pillow to cover himself. Holding it there in place with his hands. ]

I won't.

[waiting]

[ for a moment, he'd really though they had something going there, but it doesn't look like mitch is up to that. bradbury is pretty sure that rushing to cover himself up is a flashing neon sign for you ain't getting laid tonight, so he's not really sure what to do with his hands.

he rolls his weight off mitch, like lying on his back will somehow alleviate the flush on his skin and the way he's still worked up enough to not be able to quite catch his breath. mind over body, right? it's not like he's a horny fifteen year old anymore. ]

So, was it good for you?

[ though he apparently still has the shitty sense of humor of one. ]

[viced]

[ Really, it's all because he's fucking embarrassed. That's what it is. He was surprised Bradbury was trying to talk to him right now, let alone anything else.

It would be great if this didn't keep fucking happening. ]

I don't--

Ah, I guess, yeah.

[waiting]

[ for two people who're supposed to be married, they seem to have shitty luck trying to consummate it. and it's happened enough times that bradbury has to wonder -- ]

At least I know I'm not doing something wrong. [ he rolls onto his side, propping his head on his hand while he squints at mitch. ]

I was kind of starting to worry.

[viced]

[ He's still shrinking under his look. His face is quickly turning red. ]

Well--

Shit, can we--

Not?

[waiting]

[ Normally, this would be the point in the conversation where Bradbury either rolls over and tries to go to sleep, or quietly excuses himself to the bathroom to take care of himself.

Tonight, though? His hand's sliding all-too-casually across the sheets, fingers latching into the pillowcase but not trying to tug it away. Yet. ]

Not what?

[viced]

[ He groans, covering his face with one hand, the one not absorbed by his hand. ]

You know, talk about this!?

[ Talking embarrasses him. ]

[waiting]

What's wrong with talking? [ Well, Bradbury knows exactly what's wrong with talking, but that doesn't mean he isn't gonna give Mitch shit about it. And by the way his grin turns all but shark-like, he's planning something. ]

Fine. Unless you're telling me you wanna do something else--

[viced]

I, ah--

[ He flushed. ]

No, that's alright. It's alright.

[waiting]

All right, I'll let you off the hook this time. [ Though really, he let Mitch off the hook all the time. His hand toyed with the corner of that pillow, like he was giving serious consideration to just yanking it away. After letting the quiet stretch out a little bit, he volunteered another brilliant insight. ]

Practice makes perfect, you know. [ Well, or in this case, made it perfectly obvious that Mitch hasn't exactly had a lot of experience. ] Maybe we should. You know. Practice.

[viced]

[ He narrowed his eyes, feeling (mostly) indignant. ]

What. Come the fuck on! I'm not going to "practice" at this shit, it's not like it should be that hard!

[ He was about to give up, honestly. It wasn't like he really needed it. ]

[waiting]

[ Bradbury gave Mitch a withering look. ]

Well, obviously, something's still hard for you. [ Mitch should really have known better than to use that turn of phrase, and if the innuendo wasn't obvious enough, Bradbury was kneeling up, cupping his crotch and putting on as long-suffering a face as he could manage. ]

I'm pretty sure I married you, not my right hand.

[viced]

Whoa!

[ Backing up, up, up, because holy shit get the fuck out, Bradbury, and take your goddamn sex jokes with you! ]

It's not like--

I just--

[ Mitchell doesn't know what to say when it comes to the big R word, "relationships". ]

[waiting]

[ Too bad Mitch, the sex jokes come with the whole package!! The predatory glint in Bradbury's eye didn't bode well, though, and he'd already yanked the pillow away from Mitch and rolled them back over until he's pressing Mitch into the bed.

Actually, forget predatory; maybe the mad light in his gaze is what happens when you keep getting cockteased with no relief in sight. ]

How about we try that again? [ He was was grinning, but there was something deadly serious about it, too. ]