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ataraxionlogs2015-04-18 09:52 pm
cabins) wrote in ataraxionlogs2015-04-18 09:52 pm
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The Wedding of Bill & Laura
CHARACTERS: The Roslins, Leia Organa, Bail Organa, and basically everyone ever.
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens!
WARNINGS: To be updated, but general merriment? Marriage?
SUMMARY: Laura and Bill are finally getting married! Come celebrate, even if you don't know them. NO CYLONS ALLOWED.
NOTES: Cylons better actually arrive.
It was as beautiful a day in space as you could get, the day Laura and Bill deigned to get married. The Oxygen Gardens were decked out in chairs, flowers (blue, purple and white), and a beautiful arch for the two of them to get married under. It's a down-right Presidential affair. Or as close to it as you can get.
Before the ceremony itself, there's time to mingle, and afterwards, there will of course be food and dancing, supplied by the various people on the Tranquility.
Almost Everyone is invited, because, well, it's about frakkin' time we had a reason to celebrate on this ship.
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens!
WARNINGS: To be updated, but general merriment? Marriage?
SUMMARY: Laura and Bill are finally getting married! Come celebrate, even if you don't know them. NO CYLONS ALLOWED.
NOTES: Cylons better actually arrive.
It was as beautiful a day in space as you could get, the day Laura and Bill deigned to get married. The Oxygen Gardens were decked out in chairs, flowers (blue, purple and white), and a beautiful arch for the two of them to get married under. It's a down-right Presidential affair. Or as close to it as you can get.
Before the ceremony itself, there's time to mingle, and afterwards, there will of course be food and dancing, supplied by the various people on the Tranquility.
Re: warning: here be sexual themes & acts
"So I must." He agrees, for now, kneeling so that he might part her skirts. "I think, to begin, we must start from the bottom up." Though he pauses, leaning up to kiss her.
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So we must! I trust your good judgement and your better hands, my doctor love.
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Then I had best not betray that trust one bit and must be thorough indeed.
[It starts with a kiss, all the while he is adjusting her skirts and then preparing himself as well, with a glance to be certain they are safe.]
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You shall heal me, of that I have no doubt.
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I shall indeed. [And Combeferre is now pressing his lips to her neck, moving his lips downward as he pushes up to slip instead of her with a rather pleased moan.]
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[Combeferre is already groaning, more so at that bite, and he squirms closer to her, gasping a little as he does so. He's not one to swear during sex, but he's close to it, even though he realizes he ought to be quiet. It's kind of a funny thought.]
Perhaps we should whisper. [He says this quietly as possible.] To be certain of not being caught.
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[Yeah, your girlfriend is a jailbird, Michel.]
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Caught like this do you mean?
[He's pausing, pinning one of her wrists but leaving the other free in case she should feel trapped by him in any way.]
Or do you mean as part of work? I should think making love is something they would not DARE arrest you for. In Paris...I suppose I can see that the law has gone ahead and arranged things in their way, instead of doing what may help.
[And that makes Combeferre angry. Incredibly so, at that.]
Here, no. And should they try, I would defend you. Always.
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They said it was work when it was work I was avoiding, [She wasn't angry, but the surge of anger through Combeferre brought a new thrill about and she kissed him deeply.] It was only Montparnasse.
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[And he would always, always strive to keep close to her no matter what. There was not much of her, but what there was, he wanted to touch and hold and be a part of, entirely. Desperate was a word for it, yes.]
Ahhh Montparnasse. [He shakes his head, kissing her deeply.] Very different indeed.
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I like you best. [She promises between kisses.]
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[Love had its raw and violent moments, true. That one seemed more suited to Jehan, or perhaps even Bahorel, in its imagery, but Combeferre could not have been shocked by it all the same. It was, in its way, rather accurate.]
Ah do you indeed? [A grin crosses his face at this.] I'm glad. You are my favorite too.
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As I should be- oh! [She repeated the motion she'd made with her hips.] There, my doctor!
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[That elicited a groan, things becoming far more primal in his own mind than they'd been before. Or rather, not so much becoming in his mind as the rational part of it was shutting down for just now.]
Oh! Oh Well then! [He's repeating his own rocking forward there, more violently now, nails digging into the hand that he's holding down, unable to stop himself entirely.]
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Fuck me- doctor. Harder than you have before. Like you hate me, my love.
[She leans up to kiss him again, rutting against him as hip meets hip meets hip.]
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Yes, my darling. I believe I shall.
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[He was everywhere he could be, and would have gladly gone for more, if he had been at all able.]
Yes, I am yours. Yours no matter what may come, I promise you!
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[He rocked his hips with more force there at the signal, seeing, really, what she wished to do, and rather enjoying that thought.]
Forever, yes, my love. I like it.
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He's gasping in that as he finishes, spending himself deep inside her.]
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