[DATING SIM] A chance to destroy a nice, romantic atmosphere

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[Look, a chance to see that rare creature--a somewhat content (Love Interest) Mantis! He's found himself a massive outdoor concert hall, an orchestra warming up on stage. Out on the lawn seats, with a blanket and a special someone and the stars twinkling in the sky, it could be really quite romantic.

Mantis is sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair under the canopy, muttering about acoustics.

And the program starts. Go be romantic with someone who is not Mantis, for the love of Christ (obvious exception aside).]

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[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[A slow smile comes over Liquid's face.]

Why don't you.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

..Alright.

[There's a hand on your shoulder, Liquid, that's slowly tugging to get you to look over here]

Ah.

[He quickly leans in-the nervousness is back- and kisses him again. Success, y/n?]

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[Liquid moves toward him and softly kisses back]

[+5]

[definite Y]

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[He's still a little nervous about this, but he's not exactly bolting for the hills, either]

[There's a hand gently pressed against his cheek, but it's shaking just a tiny little bit.]

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[Puts a hand on his shoulder to steady him, conscious of how easily he could be scared off.]

[The slight trembling touches him and makes him feel strange. He hasn't known this kind of kind, hesitant touch since- never.]

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[Blush icon get]

[He presses into him just lightly, and may possibly be placing his other hand on on Liquid's back. It's there.]

[The hand on his cheek stays there, brushing lightly over his skin.]

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[Liquid's other arm comes around him]

[He massages his shoulder and smiles a little at the continued contact.]

psst. corny tag is corny.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[He.. kind of forgets to breathe, and pulls away just enough to catch his breath, his lips hovering over Liquid's]

This is nice.

[Otacon slowly leans towards him again, leaving little trails of kisses on Liquid's lips]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[a slow smile]



[restraining the urge to knock him over and ravish him]

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[goes back to Liquid's lips for a moment, pressing against him again for a moment]

Would you mind if I- can I- touch you?

[Not waiting for a reply, Otacon moves his hands down, and awkwardly wraps his arms around Liquid's waist. The gesture is sincere, though, and he looks at him for a moment]

You're.. a very beautiful man, y'know. I mean, I'm sure you know, but-

[feel free to interrupt him]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[smirk]



[He keeps his hands where they are and lets him. Because it's fun to prove that Snake's toy could want him. Not because it feels nice.]

[+9. Flattery will get you everywhere.]

[interrupts him with a kiss]

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[Interrupted! Well, it's not so bad- he's kissing back]

Mn.

[He squeezes him a little. He's not as scared as he was before, but he's still nervous.
And, if he thinks about it, he really does want--
want-
...huh.]

[There's a hand slowly sliding down, and- squeezes his ass, like last time]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[You may feel Liquid grinning.]

[And flexing his ass into your hand.]

[Every Snake gets the great ass genes.]

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[-How's he able to flex that?!-]

[He keeps his hand there.]

Hey. Uh.

I think it's probably too fast, but- whenever you want to-

I can do this. Y'know- if you wanted to again.

[He doesn't really know what he's saying at the moment, but it's making sense to him. Kind of.]

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[Special Snake skills.]

[griiiiin]

[nuzzles his neck]

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[Lucky.]

[His heart is beating faster at the neck touches, and he tilts a little- boy, it's pretty hot in here.]

Y-You.. you're making me just want to say 'now'.

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[Kisses the hollow of his throat, where he can feel his pulse fluttering.]

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[Gasps slightly at that, leaning backwards a little- and he feels like he's melting a little too easily at this, but he's starting to not care and just want him-]

W-Whatever you're thinking-- probably can't be done in public, y'know.

[One of his hands move up to settle in Liquid's hair- wow, it's soft- and he massages him sligtly]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Tempting , but he can't move too fast and risk scaring him off. The real victory will be if he keeps coming back to Liquid.]

[You are- allowed to touch Liquid's hair.]

[Liquid wraps his arms around him and rolls so that Otacon is on top of him]

[Gives him his best innocent look]

What, holding you?

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[He's grateful for that.]

Woah--!

[Alright, now he's visibly red.]

--Well, no. I mean, that's OK.

[It takes a moment for him to realize what he just said, and looks to the side] Ah.

[He hovers over him for a moment before... settling back down on him, his face in the crook of Liquid's neck. A hand rests on his shoulder, and he stills]

Just.. for a moment. Please.

[Otacon closes his eyes. He felt... good, like this. It was probably a terrible thing to ask of Liquid, though-
Well, it's just for a moment.]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

Mmm.

[Liquid closes his eyes ]

[The symphony is starting a new movement.]

[The air is getting cooler. His warmth is nice.]

As long as you like.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[His hair smells very faintly of aloe]

[Otacon listens to the orchestra begin its new melodies, and he shifts slightly. He couldn't think of a better way to stay warm, really.]

Thank you, James.

[--That may have been pushing it. Crap.]

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[Liquid's hand lays over his back.]

For w-

[Pauses.]

You know my name.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[Curls a little into himself awkwardly- he's screwed up]

W-Well, yes.


Sorry.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

I'm not angry.

[strokes his back]

I'm not used to hearing it.

How did you find out?