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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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	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.

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eunoia
2016-03-06 01:44 am UTC (link)

It took her a few minutes to come all the way back down from her peak and her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath, hand loosening on Derek's erection and falling away when he let go. He was still kissing her, leaving a trail up her neck and along her jaw and the hand that had been on his back moved to the back of his neck, threading her fingers up into his hair. "Jesus...if you're as good with your mouth and your body as you are with your hands, I might have to keep you around, Derek," she huffed, a soft laugh escaping her just before he kissed her.

She was more than a little surprised that he was still touching her; kissing her, still keeping them going rather than realizing that this was a bad idea. The way his hands felt on her bordered on affectionate and she tried not to think about that too much.

Her own hand made its way back to Derek, moving against his inner thigh. She broke the kiss to ask, though, before she made any attempt to touch him again. "...why'd you stop me? Nobody's ever stopped me before, what didn't you like?" she asked, fingers trailing lightly up the length of him, then; not stroking, but still exploring him just because she could.

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fightlikeone
2016-03-06 01:54 am UTC (link)

Her pronouncement not only amused Derek, but he thought of it as a challenge. He knew that he was good in bed and for some crazy reason, he wanted Lydia to know it too. Before he could actually do anything about it though, she asked her question and he barked out a laugh.

"Lydia, it wasn't that I didn't like it," he said. "I liked it too much." And he also liked what she was doing now, even though it was too light and teasing to actually do any good. He moved his hips, seeking more friction against her hand, and let out a strangled groan.

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eunoia
2016-03-06 02:00 am UTC (link)

Lydia lifted her eyebrows with offended incredulity when she heard him laugh, but the expression melted into something more smug when he answered. "Oh, well...that was nothing, sweetie," she said confidently, pressing her first finger and her thumb against either side of the base of his length and sliding them back up it absently in response to his movement.

"You want me to finish you with my hand?" she asked. "Because I'd just rather go all in, personally. Go big or go home. But if you'd rather not go down that road..." Her hand closed around his erection and she started to stroke him with an intentionally too-slow pace.

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fightlikeone
2016-03-06 02:11 am UTC (link)

The deliberate teasing was too much and Derek growled low in his throat, pushing her to her back and moving to cover her with his body. They were both still mostly dressed and though part of him wanted to strip her down completely and feel her skin pressed against his, he knew that would probably be a bad idea given the chill in the loft. He leaned in and nibbled at her neck while reaching one hand over to his nightstand and fumbling in the drawer for a condom.

He couldn't actually open it and put it on without crushing her, so he pressed it into her hand, figuring that she would know what to do with it.

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eunoia
2016-03-06 02:16 am UTC (link)

Grinning at his response, Lydia let out a soft, low moan and caught her bottom lip between his teeth. It was probably still cold in the loft, but she was starting to get hot.

The condom in her hand had her looking up at him with a mischievous grin. "Get up, so I can take these off, I'm getting hot," she said. Lydia waited for him to move and she made quick work of discarding the cardigan and peeling off her tank top and the bra that was already unclasped beneath it. He could either work around or take the skirt off himself and her panties were already gone.

Lydia tore open the condom and rolled it down onto him. "And Derek?" she asked, looking up at him with a challenging expression on her face. "I like it rough."

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fightlikeone
2016-03-06 02:35 am UTC (link)

Since he had to move to let Lydia take off her tops anyway, Derek removed his own clothes as well. She was still wearing her cute little skirt and it was sexy as hell, but he definitely wanted it out of the way so he removed that too.

He groaned as she rolled the condom on, but was immediately distracted by the challenge she issued. "You're going to be the death of me, Lydia," he said. But what a way to go. At least he would die with a smile on his face.

And so would she. No matter how close to the edge he might be, he was determined to give her at least one more orgasm before letting himself go. He guided himself inside her and then grabbed her wrists, pinning them over her head before he started moving. He could definitely do rough, even though he was still careful not to break her with his enhanced strength.

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eunoia
2016-03-06 02:47 am UTC (link)

It occurred to Lydia just then that she sort of didn't want this to be the be all and end all. She realized that she hadn't been kidding when she said that if he was as good with his body as he was with his hand, she'd want to keep him around. ...that was probably a bad idea, but she kept coming back to it anyway as she lifted her hips to let him remove the skirt.

Grinning smugly, Lydia hummed her amusement. "Not a bad way to go, if that's the case, though," she pointed out playfully.

The grin was wiped off her face and replaced when she felt him slide into her, another languid moan rolling off her tongue as she moved to reach around to grip his back again only to be thwarted when he pinned her arms over her head. Lydia hissed in her next breath and let it out in a soft sound half-resembling a moan and half-a sound of surprise. Her hips rolled up to meet him and she craned her neck to try to reach him, seeking out another kiss, because credit where it was due: Derek Hale was a damn good kisser.

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

Derek was totally fine with kissing her again. This was about the last thing he would have ever imagined happening and he wasn't entirely sure this wasn't just a really vivid dream, but he was definitely enjoying it and was determined to make sure she did as well.

Even though he liked having her pinned, he eventually let go of her wrists and slid his hand between them to tweak and pinch her nipples since she said she liked rough. When he knew he was getting close to the point of no return, he moved his hand down to rub her clit in an effort to make her come again before he did.

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eunoia
2016-03-06 03:21 am UTC (link)

She had to give him credit — Derek Hale was a giver. Who knew? His hand moved between them and she gasped at the renewed sensations to her core and it didn't take very long between the added stimulation for Lydia to cry out with her next climax. Her hips jerked with erratic attempts to keep up the pace while riding out her own orgasm, because he hadn't come yet and she wasn't going to leave him hanging twice.

"Come with me, Derek," she whimpered, fingernails digging into the skin of his back as she wrapped her arms around him.