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Call Out Meme: Version 5.0

Edit: Closing this one out for now. Please put all new threads here! Thanks!
Fifth verse same as the first... It's new 'Call Me Out" Time!

【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 V
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.

♛ refer to the list above for active muses.
♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their ~~name~~ journal in the subject line! (I have too many Lancers to just go by name! X.x )
♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy!
♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go.

meme code.

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Yes, those things. Though it looks more like a halter--

[She breaks off and turns around, seeing him hold up her lingerie. Instablush!

Grainne huffs, shaking her head.]

Diarmuid... that isn't the point! Besides, it's getting warmer outside... d-do you have to hold it up like that?

Is there something wrong with me holding it up like this?

[He gives Grainne a curious look and then holds it out to her.]

Try it on. I can't decide if I like it and approve of you wearing it until I see it on you...

[Oh dear...whatever could that twinkle in Diarmuid's eyes be there for?]

[Huffing, Grainne frowns at him in mock irritation and grabs it out of his hands.]

Diarmuid! [There's that tone again, the one she uses when the children were in trouble.] And spoil the surprise? This is for tonight, and tonight I will wear it and no sooner. We have this late lunch to eat, and then the evening...

[She folds her arms, her little nightie still in hand.]

Unless you wish to skip all of that... but it will be on a condition.

[Uh oh... Grainne looks most mischievous... and that is never a good sign.]

Condition?

[He raises an eyebrow at her mischievous look. Of course, it doesn't frighten Diarmuid--maybe even if it should. Instead, he seems to take it as a challenge.]

What is this condition? Shall I feed you in bed? Finish preparing the meal and then clean for you?

[Part of him wants to tease her by adding 'while naked' to the end of those questions, but Diarmuid resists the temptation for now.]

[Giving him a pleasant smile, she only moves over to the bed and pulls up her bag. There is something else inside, which she pulls out to reveal a book that she sets aside. She's not done yet, since she reaches in again and pulls out a piece of black material.

Holding it up much like he had her lingerie, she looks over it at him. It's a pair of black briefs that, on any man, would definitely emphasize and even enhance certain assets. On Diarmuid, seeing him like that might send Grainne into a fit.]

You wear this.

[Now, this is a bit more like the mischief Grainne got up to before their lives were disrupted...]

That?

[There is confusion in his voice, not embarrassment. Sorry about that, Grainne.]

What is the point? There is hardly anything there. I would be better served just stripping everything off and walking around naked. That idea doesn't bother me as much as it seems to bother you.

[Diarmuid winks at her and then stands up, walking over to her and hooking a finger into the material of the briefs she is holding up.]

So...convince me. Why am I wearing this instead of nothing?

And why should a woman wear such frilly things herself when she could go naked? I never said you going about naked ever bothered me...

[Grainne snorts softly, grinning.]

Maybe it is the tease that is the point. [The mischief reaches new heights when she turns around, dropping one side of the briefs to run a hand down her backside.]

I know how you reacted when I bent over in these, so there is something to be said for these strange clothes... but are you saying you do not wish to accept my condition?

[There is a very, very dangerous gleam in her eyes when she turns back.]

I never said you going naked bothered me. Just the opposite in fact. It was you who seemed to have a problem with it...

[Don't think he's not going to tease back, Grainne. This game is too much fun not to.]

If you don't want to wear the frilly thing, don't. I certainly won't stop you. Though, I have to admit these strange clothes sometimes are nice...

[His admission is tentative. He had liked how she looked when she bent over in the shorts, yes, but...

Finally, Diarmuid sighs, shaking the briefs in his hand slightly.]

If you really wish me to wear them, then I shall. But I expect you to give me a detailed description of why I look good in them once I have. That shouldn't be beyond your capabilities, now should it? To convince me of just why I should wear them again?

I did not have a problem with going around naked... I just don't want other people walking in on me, hmm.

[She thinks for a moment, turning back around and grin fading into a thoughtful smile, but the dangerous gleam doesn't disappear. Not at all.]

I suppose I can do that. I shall write a song and call it 'An Ode to A Butt.'

[The sad thing is Grainne seems serious, except she's trying so hard not to laugh...]

Do you accept my condition then? It is a good thing... I might have had to bend over quite often this evening, otherwise...

[Diarmuid laughs, waving a finger at her.]

If I am not allowed to pen an ode to your beauty, you are not allowed to sing an ode to my butt. However, I do still want to hear what you think.

[He has to admit, it is kind of tempting to say no just to send her bending over so much. In the end, though, something tells him it will be more fun to accept her little challenge and see where it leads...

Taking the briefs, he steps over to the end of the bed and starts changing. Don't watch too hard, Grainne. He expects you to be changing too...]

That is too bad, my knight... I feel I would rather sing praises to you.

[It is a shame he didn't say no, because she would have taken her shorts and blouse off and bent over in the modern underwear and stockings she wears underneath. Of course, she doesn't really know how well that will work...

Still, since he did agree, she smiles to herself and turns around to pull her own clothes off and slip on the pink silk.

It covers enough, but at the same time it leaves almost nothing to imagination. The silk clings to every single of her curves, which is why she chose it.

Still with her back to him, she hesitates, a faint blush appearing and some uncertainty. What if he doesn't like it? Gathering her courage, she twirls around, hiding her hands behind her.]

I am ready, dear heart.

It doesn't take long to...

[Diarmuid's words cut off when he turns around after finishing changing himself and sees her. It's hard to say why, but despite his objections earlier, he does very much like how she looks in it. He tries to explain, but each time he fails at putting it into words. Perhaps it's because he's being distracted by the heat and desire that is building inside of him.

One good thing about the skimpy black thing he just put on? Even if he can't put how he feels into words, his body's reaction is showing very clearly...]

It...is a good color on you...

[The blush turns into a full fledged red flush down her face and neck, even tinting her ears. That... is all the compliment she needs to know he likes it... Even if she is getting a little shy in the strange garment.

Why is she getting so shy around him? For all the years that they were married, she has never been this bad before. Maybe it is because she has missed him so much... and still feels undesirable because of her scars.]

S-so should I... keep wearing it?

I...would be upset if you took it off...

[Diarmuid crosses the room to where she is standing and puts his hands on her shoulders. There is a small part of his mind that thinks maybe if he looks a little closer or touches it, he will be better able to explain why he likes it on her so much. Unfortunately, as soon as his hands slide forward to start tracing her curves, all thought of actually thinking leaves his mind.]

I like it. Very much...

[Grainne looks up at him, studying his face. She means to tell him how he looks in his own little outfit, she really does, but with his hands on her all she can think about is him over the sound of her heartbeat.]

Should I find more..?

[Lifting her arms, she rests them on his shoulders, and lets her fingers drape over him playfully. It gives him an advantage, allowing more access to those curves he's exploring.]

I can wear something new every day...

That would certainly be nice, though we might not get much done as a result...

[Honestly, it's a fate Diarmuid can deal with. He likes being around her. Touching her, letting her touch him. It's amazing how a person can not know how much they miss something until they suddenly get it back and just can't let it go.

His hands continue sliding down and over her body, a pleased sound slipping from his mouth when she shifts her arms to make things easier.]

So, what is the verdict on mine?

Ah... I haven't seen you from the back yet, but I...

[Just thinking about it sends a wave of desire through her, as strong as the one that passed with his hands.]

I-it makes you look impressive...

[That's the easiest word she can use. They've enjoyed each other for so many years and yet, it's still difficult for her to express these things.

Instead, she trails her hands over his shoulders and down his chest, scraping him slightly with her nails.]

I've tried for so long to do you justice with words... I don't think there are any that can...

Then you know just how I feel when I try to describe you and fail.

[Diarmuid leans down to kiss her, pressing them both together for a few seconds before stepping away and turning around.]

There...your look from behind. What do you think? Is it any easier to describe me now?

[Diarmuid looks at her from over his shoulder and winks.]

Feel free to touch if you think that will help...

[Grainne's mouth drops open with a squeak when he turns, pressing her hands against her face to try and cool it.

Every single muscle seems to stand out on its own, and she starts feeling a little weak just staring.]

Th-the best sculptor in the world would envy you as a model... please stop teasing me...

I think you exaggerate.

[Though he says that, Diarmuid's grin seems to imply otherwise. He beckons her over with one hand.]

Besides, you haven't even touched me yet. How can you tell anything just by looking?

[Stop teasing? Never.]

[Shaking her head, she draws closer, placing her hands at his waist... and freezes for a moment. Letting out a deep breath, she closes her eyes and presses her forehead against his back. She does as he wants driven by desire, trailing her hands over his back and down, running her fingers over his briefs.

Slowly, her hands move from his back to his front, dipping into the waistband of the briefs.]

Is that better, my knight?

Only if you don't stop...

[His voice is a whisper, but also husky with desire. Diarmuid's teasing might have backfired a little as good as having her touch him feels. Now, instead of finishing their lunch in this new clothing, he is thinking of many other things they can do in it...

...and then out of it. And really, there is no hope of cooling himself down this time. Not with her touching him like that.]

Suddenly, I am much less inclined to worry about lunch...

[Humming, Grainne raises her hands again to tease all the muscles in his stomach, grinning against his back.]

If it is too much, I can go softly... but why do I get the feeling I will be pinned to the bed very soon and forget all about lunch?

[She laughs with joy then, turning her teasing touch into a tight embrace.]

All I need is you.

[Diarmuid groans and leans back against her as much as he can without risking overbalancing her.]

You think that because you know me and know I am weak to you and your touch.

[He shifts, turning his head so that he can try to steal a kiss from her.]

If you are thinking about being pinned to the bed and I am thinking of pinning you to the bed...why should we question fate?

[Or good fun because it will be a lot of fun...]

[With her head as it is, all he gets is a mouthful of hair and another laugh, this one teasing.]

Then... what are you waiting for? That is one fate I look forward to...

Think it's about time to hit that FTB?

oathshackledbird - 2014-04-03 23:32 (UTC) - Expand

yup!

athousandcurses - 2014-04-03 23:57 (UTC) - Expand

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Call Out Meme: Version 5.0

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Smut Warning for whatever playing around they might do before the FTB...

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Think it's about time to hit that FTB?

yup!