The Gold and the Lead

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♡ It's ♥ Valentine's ♥ Day~! ♡

But this year, no cards, no flowers, no candy, no Hallmark moments.
This year, it's being celebrated the old-fashioned way.

1. Flip a coin for the Gold or the Lead.
2. Decide whether you've been hit or the person tagging you has been hit.
(Or have you both gotten lucky?)
3. RNG for a love-type from Gold or Lead

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Andrea C. Weaver | Four of Spades | House of Cards | Responder has been hit with Gold

[awearytraveler]

[Any version up for grabs but good luck trying to get a positive reaction if you choose canon.]

[adashingrouge]

If you say so, mate. Will stay put here and simmer with lust as I wait.

[He sees nothing wrong with waiting. Maybe Darren thought he'll forget, again, and wander off and do something else. It's happen before, he admits hesitantly.

But then Darren clings on to him after they dock and then he nuzzles Daniel's neck. That's when the rogue realizes that he might be missing a piece or several in this situation. Whoops.]

Um... Are you drunk? [That is always his first reasoning if the others do something Odd. They're drunk on something, anything.] Do you need something, buddy?

[loworhighest]

[Head-shake head-shake nuzzle.]

Just a hug, Daniel. 'm I not allowed to have hugs?

[adashingrouge]

Huh. Um. Depends on your definition of a 'hug' now, buddy. This? I think it's more than that. Just saying.

[Internal flailing is a go. Like, so much it hurts. He tries not to shove his friend off him, because that would be an overreaction, but still pry him off nicely as possible. Is there really such a way?

And why was he so nervous anyways? It was just a cuddle/snuggle/hug from Darren.]

[loworhighest]

Eh. [Just. Clinging a little longer.

Daniel smells nice.

Maybe he should punch him again.]

[adashingrouge]

[No. No more punching, please. He's putting too much force into them.

Sensing the decision to punch or not to punch, Daniel tries to distract him by wrapping his arms around his friend's waist and giving him a brief squeeze. Anyone who walks in on them like this will be a dead person. No doubts.]

Someone's getting comfortable, I see.

[loworhighest]

Take it as a compliment, nn?

[This really is much nicer than punching or hitting or going to a pub to find some girl. This is Daniel and Daniel is warm and safe and lovely and his cheeks are burning red again.

Damn.]

/will LJ finally allow fluff to be posted? ; ;

[adashingrouge]

[If it made him feel any better, Daniel's cheeks were an interesting shade of scarlet too. This was something he didn't think would ever happen. With Darren of all people. He wished it had sooner. It was, er, good to hold his friend like this.

A cough and he has to pull his friend at arms length to get a good look at him. Forever blushing but the easy going smile was still there.]

I hope this won't be a Thing Never Spoken Between Us incident. That'll be a hell of a shame.

/still screaming and unable to tag back yet on Chives/Andrea thread

[loworhighest]

[Being held at arm's length is no fun. Darren only squirms a little, a little too focused on Daniel's mouth. And a little too excited to throw out:]

Is there gonna be an "incident" between us?

[Because that sounded like 'making out in the cockpit.' And Darren? Pro doing that.]

/can't blame can't blame ;__; /and kicks Frank because why no send reply?

[adashingrouge]

[Even if it's a little, Daniel notices the squirming and pulls Darren back into a hug. Feeling a bit daring, he's a pirate darn it, he kisses the man on the cheek.]

Depends if you want one or not, darling. [Looks behind them to check on the door.] And depends if you're willing to risk someone walking in on us making out on the cockpit. It's all I'm saying.

because Frank doesn't want us to be happy ; ;

[loworhighest]

[...a kiss on the cheek, you say.

He barely hears the words over the pounding of his own heart hard in his ears, but the tone, being held, are encouraging. Time to get over this sudden, deep need, then.

Darren is usually a better kisser, he swears. The sloppiness here is from the depths of eagerness.]

/DEFIES FRANK

[adashingrouge]

Mmmph!

[He didn't think Darren will actually go for it but he's certainly not going to complain. Not at all. In fact-- Why should he let him have all the fun?

Kissing back, he quickly moves them towards the direction of the door so his back presses against the surface of it and he quickly scrambles to lock it. There. No one will be bothering them. If they suddenly needed to leave for some reason, it sadly had to wait.]

:| <333

[loworhighest]

[Well, if Daniel wants to be kissed hard against the door, that's fine with Darren. More chance to kiss and nip and suck and let his hands wander over that barely-covered chest.

They might be a while.]

Gold-5. And~ RNG says this AU. I think it's time for just some fluff.

[piquedforward]

[He doesn't Love her. He doesn't Lust her. But God help him, he does Adore Andrea.

So of course when she shows up at the door of his studio at some ungodly hour of the night (of course he wasn't asleep; of course the lights are on and René-Louis Baron is playing softly and the sandwich he'd made hours ago for dinner is untouched), he has something like a smile on his lips and a firm hand reaching to help her inside.]

Long night, dear?

/all the happy screams /really happy screaming

[ahollywoodbaby]

[A burst of bubbly laughter and a nod is the only reply he gets from her as she stumbles inside, trying to tug her barely there clothing into something almost decent for her friend. The young woman isn't too smashed up from her partying, compared to the other nights in the past, but she was considerably drunk.]

G-Gonna live. [Tries not to lean against her friend's taller frame, he was always taller than her no matter what heels she wore, but the stumbling wasn't any better.] You won't beliiieve what ha-happened tonight, Deeeel~ W-When I remember it l-later. C-Can you get your p-place to stop spinning for a second?

<333

[piquedforward]

[She's little against him. It makes it easier to pull her firmly against his side, hold her tight around the waist, as he shuts the door carefully behind her and latches the lock one-two-one-two.]

You'll tell me in the morning, mm? [He doesn't mind touching her. That's why his lips drop briefly to the top of her hair.] It will spin less on the futon. Shoes off, please.