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Jenbug (jenbug) wrote in rockthatmeme,
@ 2016-03-02 19:34:00

Power Outage Meme

Power Outage Meme

The power's out! How will you occupy your time?

How to Play:

Post with your character | fandom | and any preferences.
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PROMPTS

TRAPPED: The power went out and you're stuck in an elevator or an ATM vestibule or somewhere else.
SCARED OF THE DARK: For whatever reason, you're terrified of the dark, but you have to suck it up and deal.
CONFESSIONS: Sometimes it's easier to tell the truth when you can't see the other person.
HUDDLED FOR WARMTH: No power means no heat. Gotta find a way to stay warm!
GHOST STORIES: The dark is a great time to scare yourself silly.
WILDCARD: Not interested in any of the options or have an idea of your own? Do your own thing; you do you!

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fightlikeone
2016-03-04 06:02 am UTC (link)

Kissing Lydia had been a whim and Derek wasn't entirely sure what prompted him to do it, other than they were pretty much cuddling in the dark on his sofa and it had been a while since he had been close to a woman.

The fact that she seemed to be getting into it was a shock and he wasn't entirely sure what to think, so he rolled with it, letting his hand slide down until it was resting against the small of her back. There was no way this was going to end well, but he figured he may as well enjoy it while it lasted.

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eunoia
2016-03-04 06:08 am UTC (link)

A quiet hum escaped her as his hand slid down her back and there was a subsequent whimper into their kiss when it stopped. Lydia pulled back again, taking a breath and she opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out right away. Instead, she ended up staring back at him in the darkness, her lips swollen from their kiss and her eyes half-lidded with a desire she didn't understand and had no desire to waste time trying to sort out.

"Put that somewhere useful," she told him, lowering her hand away from his face and looping behind her own back so that she could take his wrist and guide his hand lower. And once she thought he'd gotten the idea, her hand released his wrist only to move to the back of his neck to draw him in again, hungrier this time because he'd lit a fire she'd forgotten how to burn in the wake of Aiden's passing.

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fightlikeone
2016-03-04 06:16 am UTC (link)

Well, Derek supposed that there were worse ways to spend an evening in the dark with a pretty girl. When did he start thinking about Lydia that way? He had no idea, but she seemed pretty confident about what she wanted, so who was he to deny that?

He was fully capable of following instructions and moved his hand down to her ass, cupping it through the fabric of her skirt, which he was now realizing was rather on the short side. Oh man, this could get out of control really fast if he wasn't careful.

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eunoia
2016-03-04 06:23 am UTC (link)

Fingers threading into the short hairs at the back of his neck, Lydia deepened their kiss. The hand on his chest was pushing against him, not to push him away, but fingers curling just slightly as she dragged them down the front of his shirt in an effort to see what he felt like beneath the fabric.

He could follow direction, at least, and she didn't have to explain what she wanted so much as give him a little bit of guidance and let him do the rest. That was a nice change.

...feeling Derek Hale's hand on her ass was something Lydia didn't think she'd ever experience, but she liked it and she pushed herself closer against him.

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fightlikeone
2016-03-04 06:40 am UTC (link)

Derek liked to think he didn't need any instruction, he just wasn't sure how far Lydia actually wanted to take this and that had him a bit more hesitant than he usually would be in a situation like this.

When she pushed herself closer, he dropped his other hand down to her ass and lifted her up, shifting her to his lap. The blanket fell off of them when he did, but he didn't even notice. He definitely wasn't feeling the chill in the air at the moment.

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eunoia
2016-03-04 06:59 am UTC (link)

The shock of cold was noticed only Lydia's end, but she only acknowledged it for as long as it took for her to break the kiss for a gasp before delving back into it. She could feel the skin on her legs breaking out in goosebumps and she spared it a passing thought of only goddammit, now it'll feel like I haven't shaved my legs in a week, but she busied herself moving the hand on his chest down to his abdomen and then back up again, this time beneath the fabric.

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	fightlikeone 2016-03-04 07:10 am UTC (link)
	It was Derek's turn to gasp when he felt Lydia's hand sliding under his shirt and making direct contact with his stomach and chest. Her hands were cool and the contact against his hot skin was exhilarating in more than one way. Now that she was on his lap, he moved one of his hands up to brush her hair back and then broke their kiss to move his lips to her neck. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

eunoia
2016-03-04 07:15 am UTC (link)

She found, as his lips moved to her neck, that her head dropped back to expose it more readily to him and the hand that had been in his hair fell away and her arm hooked around the back of his neck to keep him close.

This was not how she foresaw this night going. "Derek..." she breathed, rocking her hips in his lap a little, seeking friction that was missing from this interaction. He might not have meant to, but he'd woken something in her that she thought had fallen asleep for the foreseeable future given the fact that they hardly have time to breathe these days in Beacon Hills, never mind scratch that particular itch.

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fightlikeone
2016-03-04 06:08 pm UTC (link)

Hearing his name in that breathy voice caused an immediate reaction and when she started moving her hips, his hands dropped down to them so he could pull her against him with a low groan. She definitely wasn't the only one who was surprised by the turn this evening had taken and Derek knew that if he stopped to actually think about what was happening, he would end up overthinking it.

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	eunoia 2016-03-04 06:24 pm UTC (link)
	Lydia gave a soft moan of approval at the movement, feeling him against her as her hips rolled again. She got a positive response when she spoke the last time, so she tried again, goading him. The natural rasp in her voice was lower in pitch and she said his name again, holding him close. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fightlikeone 2016-03-04 07:09 pm UTC (link)
	Derek heard the desire in her voice and slipped one of his hands underneath the layers of shirts she was wearing, fingers dancing across her soft skin as he inched up until he reached her bra. After a moment of fumbling, he popped it open, cupping one of her breasts in his hand. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eunoia 2016-03-04 07:18 pm UTC (link)
	She'd expected his hands to be cold by reflex, but she wasn't actually surprised that they felt warm, instead. A loud, succinct moan escaped her under his touch and she crushed her mouth against his again. Her own hand moved down his chest and slipped between the two of them, rubbing against his groin through his clothes. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

fightlikeone
2016-03-04 08:59 pm UTC (link)

Derek moved his other hand up to join the first, caressing both of her breasts and circling her nipples with his thumbs. He desperately wanted to remove the three layers of cloth that were covering her upper body but that would defeat the whole keeping her warm thing.

His jeans felt uncomfortably tight as she rubbed him and he couldn't help but lift his hips into her touch. This was quickly spinning out of control and he didn't even care.

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eunoia
2016-03-04 09:06 pm UTC (link)

There were a lot of reasons why this was a terrible idea, not the least of which was that, at any minute, Scott and/or Stiles could burst into the loft with some sort of update of the situation and a) drag him off to help and b) see what they were doing, snapping both she and Derek out of whatever the hell they were both thinking at that moment.

...and Lydia found that she really didn't want to be interrupted. She really, really didn't want anyone to know what she and Derek were inexplicably getting up to or the fact that she really liked it.

Feeling his hips rock upward, Lydia moved her hand again, fumbling for a second before managing to get the button open and the position they were in didn't end up giving her a lot of space to drag down the zipper, but for her part, she was trying. After a few seconds, she grunted in frustration into their kiss and separated from him just slightly. "Derek, move. Move, move, I can't get it," she breathed, the words tumbling out with nearly no sound and all so rapidly that the sentence almost sounded like a huge, one-word jumble of sounds.

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fightlikeone
2016-03-05 01:03 am UTC (link)

Derek lifted her off of his lap and carried her over to his bed. One of the benefits of living in a loft was that there weren't any pesky doors to get in the way. If they were going to do this, they were going to do it right.

After laying her down, he pulled his jeans down and kicked them off before joining her on the bed, rolling to his side so he could get his hand back under her shirt and on her breasts as he leaned in to kiss her again.

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eunoia
2016-03-05 02:26 am UTC (link)

Not that Lydia was surprised by his strength, because she wasn't, but she was still impressed at how easily he lifted her and carried her to his bed. There was something about being in Derek's bed, though, that made this suddenly a lot more real than it had felt on the couch. Especially when she saw him taking his jeans off.

It was still a little surreal, but the reality of the situation was a bit more heavy when they were in his bed and he was in his boxers, and his hand was up her shirt while they were laying down. She was cold, but not like she had been, and she distracted herself from the residual by pulling away to take off the bulky sweatshirt and then return to him, immediately slipping a hand down below the waistband to curl her fingers around his length. If they were going to do this, she was going to dive right back in, because if she gave herself a second to really, truly process what was going on, she'd back out and things would be immediately awkward.

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fightlikeone
2016-03-05 03:16 am UTC (link)

Moving to the bed was a calculated risk. Derek knew that it had the potential to make one or both of them realize that they needed to put the brakes on and stop before this went any further. He was surprised by the relief he felt when she pulled off his sweatshirt and slid her hand inside his boxers.

He groaned and pushed her tank top up, moving his mouth to first one nipple and then the other before sliding one hand up her leg, rubbing at her center through her underwear.

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eunoia
2016-03-05 03:24 am UTC (link)

Lydia dropped her head back, gasping quietly at the sensation of his mouth taking over where his hand had left off, and when she felt his hand slide between her legs instead, the gasp exhaled as a surprised moan.

Her hand started to move against him, stroking his length and swiping her thumb over the tip of his head on the upstroke and Lydia hooked one of her legs around his hip to open her own for him to be able to reach her better, because God if he stopped at rubbing at her through her panties, she was going to kill him with her own bare hands and she might as well make it easier for him if she wanted him to keep going.

This was easily the best and worst decision she'd made in her life as of late. Making out with a werewolf was risky enough on a good day, really, but heavy petting with Derek Hale in his bed was toeing a line that, once crossed, could never be taken back. And the worst part was that she was kind of taking it as a personal challenge. She was in it now, she might as well go big or go home, and she couldn't discount the curiosity that came with wondering what someone like Derek — someone whose sexuality had never even entered her mind at all — was like in bed.

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	fightlikeone 2016-03-05 03:43 am UTC (link)
	Derek let out a long, low groan as she moved her hand up and down. It really had been a while and he was going to need to focus to keep from losing it too soon. The best way to distract himself was focus on pleasuring Lydia. He nibbled lightly at her nipple and teased the edge of her panties, running one finger under the hem. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

eunoia
2016-03-05 03:48 am UTC (link)

The next breath she took made a hissing sound when she inhaled and somehow his vocalizations managed to make it simultaneously easier and incredibly more difficult to focus on anything other than the unfamiliar gravelly sound that slid into his tone when he did it. Derek Hale making sex noises...things that Lydia didn't think she'd ever hear and found that she really, really enjoyed.

"Derek, fuck..." she whimpered, her hips rocking against his hand at the tease of his finger being closer but still too far away from doing her a whole lot of good.

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fightlikeone
2016-03-05 04:04 am UTC (link)

Lydia saying his name like that was one hell of a turn-on, not that he needed anymore of one than her hand on him and her hips moving against his hand. This was far hotter than anything he could have imagined with her, not that he ever had, but she presented such a prim and proper front that seeing her so wanton was unexpected.

He tried to tug down her panties, but got frustrated and ended up just ripping them off to get them out of the way. His fingers sought out her entrance, teasing and testing to make sure he wasn't going to hurt her by sliding them in as his thumb made circles around her clit.

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eunoia
2016-03-05 04:46 pm UTC (link)

Well. That was one thing to cross off the bucket list, she thought, when she heard and felt Derek literally tear off her panties. She gave herself half a second to mourn the loss, because those were one of her favorite pairs, before she could feel his fingers directly on her; in her.

Another moan, louder and languid, tore from her throat and she moved her hips to roll against his hand again, needy and wanton as she integrated a slight twist of her wrist as she stroked him. Credit where it was due already, Derek was aware of the clitorous and how to use its sensitivity to his advantage, putting him light years ahead of Jackson and miles ahead of Aiden, because at least the latter had tried whereas the former had never bothered. Derek apparently had mastered the skill. "Oh my God, that's good," she breathed, her free hand clutching at his back, fingernails raking red lines down either side of his spine.

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fightlikeone
2016-03-06 12:24 am UTC (link)

Enhanced werewolf senses came in handy for figuring out what a girl liked. The subtle shifts in scent and the almost inaudible vocalizations were like a road map if you actually paid attention to them, which Derek did.

The flip side was that it turned him on even more to know that he was having that affect on Lydia and that, coupled with the way she was moving her hand, had him closer to the edge than he cared to admit. He wasn't sure how far she wanted to take this, so he reached down with his free hand and covered her wrist to still her, his breathing heavy, kissing his way up her neck as he continued his slow, steady thrusts with his fingers.

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eunoia
2016-03-06 12:50 am UTC (link)

Being stopped abruptly with his hand closed over her wrist caught Lydia off-guard and she was immediately distracted by that. No one had ever stopped her in the middle of something like that and she had to wonder what she'd done that Derek evidently didn't like. The stubborn part of her took that as a challenge and she shifted beneath his touch, meaning to protest to him continuing while disallowing her to do the same, but he kept moving; he kept kissing her and Lydia could barely think straight, never mind try to turn things around.

A series of succinct moans among labored breathing gave her away and she knew it; even if he wasn't a werewolf, any idiot could see she was too wrapped up in him to take charge just then. Her hips rocked harder, needier against his hand, her fingernails dug deeper into his back. "Derek..." she whimpered as her moans started to pitch themselves higher. "Derek, Derek..." came more urgently almost directly on the heels of the first.

It had been too long since the last time she'd been touched and the last time she'd actually been attended to like this, it had been with her own right hand. She was too close too fast, showing her cards before they got anywhere, and this time Lydia grabbed his wrist. Not so much to stop him, but as a wordless warning that came a few seconds before the climax crashed over her. Lydia had never been the type to come quietly or hold back and Derek lived in the middle of nowhere, so when she came, it was loud and unashamed, legs quaking and toes curling. Her grip tightened on his wrist when she started to come back down, overly sensitive to his thumb on her clit and she tugged to get him to stop, a soundless whimper on her parted lips before more panting to try to catch her breath. "Stop, stop...stop," she managed in a whisper, clinging to him in a way that probably would've been embarrassing because he was Derek, if she wasn't so caught up in herself just then.

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fightlikeone
2016-03-06 01:19 am UTC (link)

Watching Lydia come apart like that nearly did Derek in even without her hand moving. He slowly withdrew his hand when she started whimpering, though he continued to press kisses against her neck and along her jaw, giving her (and himself) a few minutes to cool down.

He wiped his hand on the sheet and let go of her wrist, propping himself up on one elbow and using his other hand to caress her thighs and stomach as he covered her mouth with his and kissed her deeply. As desperate as he was to be inside her, he wasn't going to reach for a condom unless she asked, not wanting to be presumptuous. A hand job was one thing, sex was something else entirely, and he was willing to let her make that decision.