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Musical Sex Meme

Music is the universal language, and so is sex.

Rules

1. Post to this entry with your character journal. Include the character's name and fandom in the subject line, please! Feel free to include preferences, too, and squicks in the comment body.
2. Reply to other characters, and randomly choose a number from 1-13 for a song.
3. Thread

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Micah Sanders (19) | Heroes | OTA

[rebelsanders]

3

[autumnginger]

[Dangling from her fingertips as she enters the room are a pair of handcuffs. Ellie offers him a small smile, rocking the metal bracelets back and forth. She takes a few steps towards him, swaying them playfully as if to ask him how they'd look on her or if he'd like to try them on.]

Re: 3 Do whatever you want to do to him.

[rebelsanders]

*Micah raised a eyebrow at her, then a smirk forms on his lips.* Hmmm... *He pretended to think, finger tapping his lips, then held out his wrists to her.*

I've been a bad boy officer. Cuff me and punish me. I deserve whatever you do to me. *He couldn't say it without a big grin*

[autumnginger]

If you're going to beg for it, I can't just let you go without.

[That was far easier than she'd anticipated. She'd expected an argument, a debate on who deserved to be in the cuffs, but if he so wished to be handcuffed, she would oblige. She lifts the metal to his wrists, snapping them on then tugging on the chain none-too-gently.

The smile on his face just gives her reason to wipe it off. She smiles at him as sweetly as she can muster and begins to lead him off, her fingers hooked over the chain as if she were holding a leash.]

Come then. If I'm going to properly punish you, I should get you into a much more comfortable seat.

[rebelsanders]

*He snorted and gave her a look* You want me to play the part of victim? Okay.

*Micah put a scared look on his face and started to pull on the restraints*

NO! Don't! I'm innocent I tell ya. INNOCENT!

*He started pulling her away from her destination.*

[autumnginger]

Victim?

[She raises a delicate brow at his screaming before he begins to tug at the cuffs, causing her to slip. That won't stop her though. Hand running through her hair to brush away the hair in her face, she moves back to her feet and grabs for his hand, thumb pressing into a sensitive pressure point.]

Want to try that again?

[rebelsanders]

*He fell the same time she did and he felt bad that had happened, though didn't break character. He was going to crawl away when she took his hand and press a spot on it. Pain ran up his arm and he cried out for real.*

NO! Owwww.... *he sniffled* No, ma'am. *He stood up, head bowed in submission.*

[autumnginger]

[She feels her stomach drop at that sound of pain, but if he won't crack into an apology, she won't either. A hand tucks itself beneath his chin, lifting it to look him in the eyes for a short moment. At the moment, she doesn't actually have anything to say.

She takes hold of the chain once again, tugging him after her like her pet.]

You need a safeword.

[rebelsanders]

*He almost leaned forward to kiss her, but the look in her eyes stopped him. He had a feeling he was doing everything wrong. He has never foreplayed like this before.*

*He followed obediently, no longer resisting her*

How about Vegas?

[autumnginger]

[Opening the door to her bedroom, she flicks on the light. It's stark save for the bed and a dresser. She throws a small smirk over her shoulder, leading him in front of her to sit him on the bed.]

Are you sure you'll remember that? Once we start, there are no take-backsies.

[rebelsanders]

*He bounced a little as he sat on the bed and shrugged at her.*

I lived there for part of my life. I should remember it just fine.

*He looked around the room, feeling the excitement building inside him in anticipation for what's to come.*

What do you want me to do?

[autumnginger]

As long as you remember it, then we're in business.

[She gives a curt nod, pushing him backwards against the bed. She thinks for right about now, she'll give him half a moment and kiss him to make it better, at least for now. Ellie leans forward, chastely kissing his lips as a simple apology.]

I want you to be scared of me tonight and if you have to, cry.

[rebelsanders]

*He falls back onto the bed, his chained hands laying on his stomach. He kissed her back and licked his lips afterward, enjoying the taste of her lipstick.*

That is going to be a challenge for you, Ellie. *grins* I'm not much of a crier. *Lies*

[autumnginger]

Well, Micah, I'll take your challenge.

[She says his name like it's candied, pulling back and crossing the room to her dresser. She throws a glance over her shoulder at him to see if he'll do anything about this. Top drawer, she pulls out a pair of black ties, silken dressy things that she knots tightly together. Regardless of how nice they are, she has better plans for them tonight.

She tests the knots then moves back to the bed, slipping one end through the headboard, grabbing up one of his hands to make the second part easier, and wrapping the other up around the chain of his cuffs. She'll make sure he can't use his hands until she slips out the key from the chain around her neck, tucked under her shirt and between her breasts.

Once that little mission is complete, she ducks close once again, hands on either side of his face. Don't worry, though, she won't muss up his money-maker. She likes his face.]

[rebelsanders]

*His eyes followed her across the room, curious as to what she would retrieve. He planted kisses to her arms as she tied him to the bed. This was going to be hard, not touching her. His body was already calling out to her. He tried getting closer to her when she came back, but his restraints didn't let him get to far.*

Kiss me? *he pleaded* I want to feel your lips on mine again.

[autumnginger]

[With each little kiss on her arms, it's increasingly difficult to keep away and do what she promised. Ellie glances between his eyes, watching as he begs for a kiss, just one. She slides her fingers from his cheeks and over his throat she shakes her head almost sadly.]

Sorry, kitten, that's not in the rules.

[She lowers her mouth over his collarbone, gentle at first with a small kiss. The pace changes when she cocks her head to the side a scant inch and lets her teeth graze over the skin. She starts slow, but can't help sinking her whites in harshly to the point of being able to leave a deep purple bruise but not quite break the skin.]