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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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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...

Well, if the lady insists...

[Diarmuid smirks at her, eyes twinkling with promise. Then, in the blink of an eye, Grainne will find herself scooped up into his arms. She won't stay there long, though, as the bed is her final resting spot, with Diarmuid straddling her and looking down at her.]

There...better?

[Relaxing into the softness, Grainne smiles at him, reaching up to caress his face.]

Much better, my dear one. Let me make you as happy as you have made me...

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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!