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Dubcon meme

This meme is one big bastion of potential triggers, and this is your warning.Whether it gets awkward and painful or if it goes perfectly smooth, generally speaking the basic fundamentals of sex are the same: there are two (or more) attracted parties who both decide to act on that attraction. If there's not attraction involved, there's

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That may be an occupational hazard

[lone_defender]

[Fear would be an unfair word to use, as even in her half-awake state she's aware enough of who he is to keep her from feeling any genuine sort of fear. Distress, however, would be more accurate. This is not normal. This is...with the sharp jarring stealing away her full breaths and keeping her fingers scrambling for purchase on his shoulder-blades, rather than simply resting there, her grogginess simply can't last, and that means she's not dreaming.

Although he might drive away what befuddlement she has, her confusion is unchanged. How did they go from sleep to sex, and why? She just can't quite make that leap, though she manages to hook her legs around his hips to help with angle--should she help? It's automatic, at this point, and she's too confused to figure out an alternative. It seems pleasant and benign enough, what little of it she can isolate and focus on...perhaps the appropriate answer is simply to relax and ask questions after?

Even so, the soft gasps and...hiccups, really, that she manages are still almost entirely hesitant and confused.]

He might want to go again in a minute.

[bluesuit_handy]

[He doesn't last long - can't last long in his current state. His thrusts speed up until he's pounding into her, moaning and panting next to her ear. With a long, drawn-out groan of relief he presses himself in hard and stays there, spurting his seed deep inside her. His lips ghost over her ear as he gives a few last little thrusts to empty himself.

He doesn't pull away, just lays there panting, weight supported on his elbows and slowly softening member still inside her. He's practically shaking with relief, not yet aware enough to realize that he's done something bad.]

Hah, poor boy.

[lone_defender]

[To be fair, if she were fully awake and aware, not highly confused, and hadn't been introduced quite so...late, she'd probably have more appreciation for the genetic throwback.

As it is, the best she really manages is to cling and reason out she'll ask questions after, before it is after. She's fairly sure he's broken a record or two, but it's hard to tell time with waking up in the middle of it. They're not particularly good records to break, but then again....at least she can loosen her grip and try to come to terms with it.

Should she be angry or upset or disappointed? With all of her confusion, it's difficult to be more than concerned. What has she missed? What is going on? More importantly: why?

When her grip loosens, she hesitantly turns it to some...sort of soothing, gentle strokes. She's not coherent and steady enough to come up with a specific term, and it's instinctual to make faint comforting sounds until she can get straight answers out of him.

Maybe there's a good explanation, and...maybe he just needs an FYI about appropriateness. Once she's calmed down enough--from confusion and from what influence the sleep-sex actually did manage--she tries for the direct route. Questions.]

...Doctor?

Re: Hah, poor boy.

[bluesuit_handy]

[Oh good, she's awake. He doesn't really know when that happened. Her soothing strokes earn a sigh and another kiss at her neck. It was rather good, wasn't it? He's sated for the moment, so he thinks so.]

Mmm?

[lone_defender]

[She's fairly certain she can't rate it, given she was only apparently invited to the end of it. This early, it's hard to read the difference between some sort of 'just-saved-the-world-through-sex' relief and his standard post-coital relaxation, so she's not even going to try.

The kiss at her neck isn't unwelcome, but she'll still thread her fingers through his hair and tug just enough to gently indicate he push himself up a bit. It's easier to talk to him when she's not staring at his shoulder and back.]

D'you mind...explaining what I just missed?

Off to a conference tomorrow; hopefully will have some internet time anyway

[bluesuit_handy]

[He obediently pushes himself up a bit and, after a moment's consideration, shifts his hips to slide wetly out of her and flops over on the bed beside her. He's at half-mast still/again, but he ignores it for the moment.]

Sex. And you didn't miss it; you woke up in the middle. [He grins. Still not seeing anything wrong with this situation.]

Meep! Hopefully it's fun!

[lone_defender]

[She gives an...almost amused huff. Not many people would be proudly grinning over that particular performance. It's hard for her to decide if he's endearing or exasperating in that way.]

Mm, Sweetheart, I dunno how it's like in...Timelordia [No. It is too early for Gallifrey, even if she's actually heard that term, he gets 'Timelordia'. Anyway, she'd like to think she's being exceedingly patient for this time in the morning.] but on Earth, if y'wake up in the middle of that, it is missing it. [She rolls to her side to face him better, and props her cheek on her hand.] Also...s'generally considered best you wake me up before the sex, not with it.

^_^ It totally was

[bluesuit_handy]

Gallifrey, Rose. It's called Gallifrey. [Someone's still touchy-feely and inclined toward bestowing kisses on whatever part of her he can reach. Of course, someone's also at least half hard at the moment.]

And we didn't really...do this. There. [He props himself up as well, giving her an earnest look.] Not for thousands of years - there's something I should tell you, actually.

Yay! ^-^

[lone_defender]

[Riight, Gallifrey. Good lord, why is he not this affectionate when she's completely awake and not still moderately confused? She could get behind that idea.

She perks up and arches an eyebrow at his lead-in. Is this one of his 'let me share something to distract you' moments, or one of his 'feeling generous after something exciting' type moments?

...It doesn't really matter. She always wants to know, so it tends to work as an awesome distraction technique even when she knows it's what he's doing.] Mm? Waking girls up in the middle of the night, or...dancing? [Euphemism used mostly because if that's what he means, his first self was broadcasting some serious false advertising when they met Jack.]

I RETURNETH!

[bluesuit_handy]

[Well, hormones. If they can get on top of that, maybe they can time this male heat thing for when she actually wants to participate, rather than get rid of it altogether. He's still enormously pleased with himself - half an hour ago he was still clear-headed enough to realize he ought to hold back, but now the pleasant haze of hormones and endorphins has him happily believing that all is perfectly right.]

Either. Both. Depends on the girl...and what kind of dancing. [He grins. Careful, Rose, you'll get him off track here.]

CHEERS!

[lone_defender]

[She would be all for that. Well-timed insatiability could be great. And she may be fuzzy, but she does notice he's wheeling off track from whatever he was going to say.

Whup, she should probably see what he wants, despite her constant curiosity about his home planet.] Alright...and how's that got to do with whatever you've got to tell me?

Re: CHEERS!

[bluesuit_handy]

What I've got to tell you? [Oh dear, too late, seriously distracted. Enjoy the kisses, Rose.

Wait.

Wait, right. He pulls back, reluctantly, feeling himself stirring down below, ready for another go. Better explain quick; he does have enough sense left to know he needs to ask before he can just get back on top of her and go for it, and that she'll question why he wants to again so soon.]

Time Lord reproduction - when it was done, you know, manually - or genitally, I suppose, that's a better word for it, genitally. They didn't do it with their hands, after all - suppose one could, but it's not as satisfying, yeah? Or as productive. [Nooot tracking so well. He can't resist reaching out to play with one of her nipples, but at least finishes the thought as he does so.] It was...seasonal.

[lone_defender]

[Hey now, she likes the kisses and all, it's just...is today Confuse Rose Day? That's hardly fair, considering she's already had a long day before this. Mind, the kissing is nicer than throwing sap in her face, so this is still an improvement over her work day.]

Wh-what? [She makes a tiny sound that's...somewhere between confused and alarmed.] Seasonal? How d'you mean seasonal?

gak, I typed this up when i didn't have wifi and forgot to actually post it....

[bluesuit_handy]

Seasonal. As in it happens during one season. Well, mostly in one season.

And season as in right now - Rose, would you mind very much if I...?

Bwah hate doing that

[lone_defender]

[She blinks. Wait...wait. She's a bit fuzzy, but she might understand what he's getting at with the...seasons.]

If...how long're these seasons?

[bluesuit_handy]

A few weeks? A month? It's hard to say in Earth time.

This part, though - three days, maybe?

[He's reached down and started rubbing himself.] Please, Rose?