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the ic show some love meme

how to:

this is very similar to a roulette meme. first, go here and utilize the random number generator to the right. put '1' as the minimum and '10' as the maximum, then generate a number. reply to fellow posters according to this table:

1. a kiss on the cheek.
2. a kiss on the mouth (can be chaste or amorous).
3. a hug (brief, romantic, friendly, etc).
4. spoon (don't know what spooning is? direct your attention here).
5. gift them something (i.e. chocolate, roses, jewelry, swords).
6. compliment them.
7. profess your undying love.
8. massage them.
9. make it awkward. cheese it up.
10. your pick!


Stolen from pretty much everywhere, slightly edited for content. As always, if it gets sexy enough to scar the kidlets, take it to your journals.

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[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

Motoko raised an eyebrow deliberately, then stepped forward and applied her weight to Bruce's foot. It probably wouldn't break any bones. Yet.

Probably.

Really, he should know better by now.

[crusades]

He did his level best not to wince, but he couldn't help the tautening of his features.

"Point taken."

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

"I'm not so sure," she argued, pressing just a little harder, She could cheerfully keep hurting him forever, but eventually he was actually going to get the better of her, and in that anger, she might kill him.

He just. Kept. Needling her.

"I might be beginning to think you were a masochist."

[crusades]

Half-wince, half-grin. In his defence, he was a very disturbed person and in his mind the pain might well have been a worthy trade-off for the reaction he was provoking.

"That slow on the uptake?"

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

"Don't start," she groused and left off grinding the small joints together, stepping away. Don't expect much sentimentality from this one, Bruce; she isn't like the others, not in terms of personality or life-expectancy.

[crusades]

Bruce grunted in response and gingerly flexed the toes in his boot, just to make sure he still could.

A hand automatically reached back for the cowl and the impassive line of defence that it offered between him and the intimacy that he feared. He caught himself before he could make that decisive sweep, a hand falling limply to his side.

"What now?"

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

"Do you want things to change?" She was a little incredulous at that, "I'm not really interested in playing 'girlfriend,' Bruce."

There was work to do, there would always be work to do. Maybe they would work in tandem a little less, or more, or not at all, and someones, when she got tired of being drunk alone, she'd come bother him.

Maybe he wouldn't try so hard to drive her off.

"Business as usual. We could have sex, if you want."

[crusades]

"I was talking about the more immediate future," he replied, raising one eyebrow, "Though I never expected you to 'play' anything."

In truth, 'business as usual' is a relationship he had always been denied in the past. They usually required more of his time than he was prepared to sacrifice, more accomodation of others than he was capable of. More flexibility and more selflessness.

No, this was preferable. She would do what she wanted and he would do the same, and hopefully they wouldn't kill each other in the process.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

Motoko raised a shoulder, a coy little smile— wholly fabricated, of course, then dropped both like a discarded undergarment. There were worse fates.