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"You sure about that?"

Everyone knew that if there was trouble of any kind, their fearless leader would walk right into it. Especially if it was beautiful. Didn't matter to him much if was different or new. Hell, it was kinda inspiring in a weird way. He was one of the most accepting, trusting, welcoming and open men Billy had ever known. Most could take a page out of his book.

                                  As the Captain is not currently present, Spock is at least guaranteed the last of those suggestions will not take place. The event is unfortunately rife with such possibility, “ Having familiarity with the Captain’s previous away missions, it is highly likely that he would somehow encounter a being encompassing all three. ”

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"I knew you." He repeats. Three words to anchor him to the moment and the frayed memory. They could have been whispered and he thinks that they would still echo around him as deafeningly loud as they did now. An explanation for the jarring connection and attachment he felt for the alien. Of course. It all suddenly made so much more sense. There's flashes, lightning trailing from dark, shadowy corners to the forefront of his mind that run down the length of his spine before racing back up to shock him into deep silence. What follows is anger. Quick and hot, like a brand that's been held in the fires of hell and pressed to the tenderness of his flesh.

"..You..knew me and you said nothing?" How hard he finds it to grind the sentence from between his teeth, sharp canines wanting nothing more to crush and break them down into nothingness. Why did he fight them? Why did he want to sugarcoat this discovery? Because the thought of betrayal stings through him. Because as lonely and broken as he may be.. He didn't want this ruined like the scattered, littered pieces of the rest of his life.

Yet here they stood and he finds himself drawn closer to him, his fingers still tracing the green tint of veins trapped beneath flesh. Nature colors that call to mind the fine lines of veining in the leaves of his favorite tree and a jade sea that stretched out before him for endless miles.. And the anger fades as quickly as it had burnt through him. Of course he hadn't breathed a word of their past. It was.. Special. It was important. Not something to be shared when anyone might overhear. Not a thing to be spoken about when how easily Billy might have shattered. When did he become a forgiving man?

First love apparently was a bitch. "How long.. How long did I know you?"

It would be too easy, he thinks. Or rather doesn’t. The instinct is engrained and inherently Vulcan, written in genetic code, patterns that take shape on the whorls of Spock’s fingertips.                                 But his outward response is decidedly human, stiffening even if he does not pull away. Silent, he merely watches as Billy navigates his hand to his face, digits brushing a cheek, the side of a temple, doorways that Spock does not dare to name but, traitorously, they form in his mind all the same. Time peddles backwards. And Spock is a cadet in stranger’s apartment, searching through hallways and cabinets; he can feel the phantom chill of a wet cloth in his grasp. He frowns lightly, then quickly recovers, manipulating his own reaction into something less affected. A mind meld is a passage that he will not take.                                 “ Yes. ” He agrees. It is an answer to all of those things. Spock’s expression shifts briefly, unmoored by grief. “ You did. ”

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did you two have a nice chat? (Bullet)

Jealousy Prompts - always accepting - @parvumchao

"Huh?" Confusion clouds his eyes as he lifts his head to peek over the bar towards her. He's been spending his nights here with her for a month now, sweet flirting that makes his toes curl and gives him the impression that if they only got over their own issues.. Fireworks would explode between them. But it's been tentative touches and stolen glances. Little moments that were only between them, that only they understood or looked forward to.

So as he follows her line of sight and finds himself not only amused but curious. Didn't she know? She's the only girl for him. She's stolen his interest utterly, completely.. Yet here she was.. Jealous over some white trash, big haired drunk who he had dismissed out of pocket.

Why was he surprised though? It wasn't like he had staked his claim. Yet. And what better moment than now? He leans over the hard surface of the bar, grips the curve of her jaw and lifts her face upwards. She's startled, he could see it in her eyes but it doesn't stop him. He closes more space between them and takes their first kiss with a hunger he's more or less hid from her until now.

"Bully.. You ain't got nothin' to worry about."

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𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

key words were relationship, tension, denial and romance, forbidden. there are 69 mid flirtacious and then 69 explicit prompts. you can change names and pronouns as you see fit.

69 Flirtatious to Explicit Dialogue Prompts:

"You know, I've always been drawn to people who are dangerous."

"You keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you're interested."

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were flirting with me."

"Your lips look... distracting."

"Do you really want me to leave, or are you just saying that?"

"How close do I have to get before you admit you want me here?"

"Careful, if you keep touching me like that, I might forget we're just talking."

"It's hard to focus when you're sitting so close."

"I don't bite... unless you ask nicely."

"You think I didn't notice the way you've been staring all night?"

"I wonder what you'd do if I kissed you right now."

"There's something about the way you say my name..."

"I bet you'd look even better out of that outfit."

"Don't you think it's a bit hot in here? Or is that just you?"

"I love the way your skin feels against mine."

"If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so."

"You're making it very hard to behave."

"How much longer are we going to pretend there's nothing here?"

"I can feel your heart racing. You're not as calm as you're pretending to be."

"You think you're the only one who can't stop thinking about this?"

"You keep teasing, but we both know where this is going."

"Is this really what you want? Because once I start, I won't be able to stop."

"I love the way you blush when I get close."

"Do you always flirt with danger, or is this just for me?"

"There's something I want to do, but I'm not sure you're ready for it."

"You can try to resist me, but we both know how this ends."

"Your body tells me everything your words don't."

"I dare you to come just a little bit closer."

"You're tempting me in ways you don't even realize."

"What if I told you I’ve been thinking about you all day?"

"Let me show you just how good this could be."

"I've been waiting all night to get you alone."

"The way you're looking at me... it's almost like you're daring me."

"You don't have to say anything, but your body is speaking for you."

"You know where this is headed, right?"

"I’ve been patient, but I’m not sure how much longer I can wait."

"Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you."

"What if I kissed you right here? Would you stop me?"

"I can't stop thinking about the way you'd feel under me."

"You want me, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes."

"If you're going to tease me, at least be ready for the consequences."

"Every time you touch me, it’s like you’re daring me to lose control."

"It’s not fair the way you make me feel when you’re this close."

"I want to hear you say you want me."

"Don’t be shy. You can tell me what you’ve been thinking."

"You know, I love the way you taste."

"Your skin is so soft… I can’t wait to explore more."

"I can feel how much you want this."

"What if I told you I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time?"

"Are you going to keep teasing me, or are you finally going to do something about it?"

"The way you tremble when I touch you... I could get used to that."

"We shouldn’t... but it’s the only thing I can think about."

"You're playing with fire, and we both know how this ends."

"I want to hear you moan my name."

"Your lips are driving me crazy... I can’t take it anymore."

"If you keep this up, I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands."

"I can’t stop imagining the way you'd feel pressed against me."

"Tell me you want this as much as I do."

"I love the way your breath hitches when I get closer."

"We both know this is inevitable, don’t we?"

"I’ve been thinking about you all night. It’s time to make those thoughts a reality."

"You're making it very hard to resist you."

"Do you like the way I make you feel?"

"All I can think about is what comes next."

"I want to feel every inch of you."

"You don’t have to say a word. Just show me how much you want this."

"I love the way your body reacts when I touch you."

"I’ve been patient long enough. Now it’s my turn."

"If you’re ready, I’ll give you everything you’ve been waiting for."

50 Actions from Flirtatious to Explicit:

Brushing their hand lightly against the other's as they talk.

Gently placing a hand on their lower back, guiding them through a crowded room.

Leaning in close enough to whisper, but not touching.

Tracing the outline of their lips with a fingertip.

Lightly tugging on their shirt, pulling them closer.

Running fingers through their hair, grazing the scalp just enough to leave them breathless.

Pressing a knee against theirs under the table, keeping eye contact.

Letting a hand linger on their shoulder just a second too long.

Grazing lips against the curve of their ear, barely touching.

Running a hand up their arm, tracing the muscles.

Slipping fingers under their collar, teasing the edge of their neckline.

Gently trailing fingertips down their spine.

Squeezing their hand just a little tighter while walking.

Holding their gaze, slowly licking their lips.

Lightly biting their lip after a kiss, pulling back with a smirk.

Tucking a strand of their hair behind their ear, letting fingers brush the skin.

Pinning them against a wall, hands braced on either side.

Pressing their lips softly to the back of their hand.

Gripping their waist, pulling them into an embrace that lingers just a bit too long.

Brushing their lips along the side of their neck, testing their reaction.

Grazing a thumb over their pulse point.

Tugging at their belt, teasing without going further.

Running hands over their chest, tracing patterns through their clothes.

Slowly sliding a hand down their arm, interlacing fingers.

Leaning in, breath hot against their lips before pulling away.

Letting fingertips dance along their jawline.

Sinking teeth lightly into their shoulder, marking them gently.

Running a hand along the curve of their hip, squeezing slightly.

Sliding a hand up the inside of their thigh, stopping just short of their goal.

Whispering close to their ear while caressing the nape of their neck.

Lightly nipping at their earlobe before kissing a path down their neck.

Letting hands roam over their body, exploring curves and planes.

Pressing a hand flat against their chest, feeling their heartbeat speed up.

Hooking fingers into the waistband of their pants, pulling them closer.

Tucking a thumb under their chin, lifting their face for a kiss.

Pulling them into a heated kiss, hands gripping their hair.

Slipping hands beneath their shirt, caressing their bare skin.

Sliding a hand between their thighs, applying gentle pressure.

Tugging them closer by the waistband, teasing with a slow grind.

Nuzzling against their neck, inhaling their scent before lightly biting.

Guiding their hands to roam, showing them where they can touch.

Tracing patterns on their skin with lips and teeth, leaving a trail of heat.

Grabbing their hips and pulling them flush against their body.

Letting fingers slide under their clothes, exploring sensitive spots.

Wrapping arms around them, hands pressing into their back as they kiss.

Grazing a hand over their thigh, applying slow, deliberate pressure.

Tugging at their shirt, lips grazing their collarbone.

Teasing them with soft kisses down their chest, going lower.

Gently pushing them back onto the bed, lips following their descent.

Wrapping a leg around theirs, pulling them closer for an even deeper kiss.

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PROMPTS FOR A LITTLE JEALOUSY *  assorted dialogue for when you see the person you're interested in with someone else and go... hey wait a minute, adjust as necessary

are you two... together?

i should probably ask if you're single first.

who was that you were talking to?

did you two have a nice chat?

are we really doing this now?

what was that all about?

i don't like it when they touch you.

they need to learn to keep their hands off you.

are you trying to make me jealous?

you just gave me the impression we were exclusive.

who was that, anyway?

was that someone you know?

it's completely innocent.

were you flirting with them?

that was a little bit excessive.

they were flirting with you.

i'm not jealous.

i'm upset with you.

they didn't mean anything by that.

i just thought we had something going on.

they know i have feelings for you.

i hate it when you get jealous.

i'm two seconds away from throwing a punch.

they did that on purpose.

wait a minute... are you jealous?

you have no reason to worry.

i'm not interested in them, i promise.

they do get a little touchy-feely, i'll admit.

they don't mean anything by it.

did they just try to kiss you?

we're just really good friends!

you know i only have eyes for you.

please ignore them, okay?

it's not like i'm in love with you or anything.

they're just trying to upset you.

i just don't like it when someone else flirts with you.

i don't blame them, of course, but you're mine.

next time someone tries to hit on you, call me over.

i'll give them a piece of my mind.

they know you're taken, right?

i didn't want to get in your way.

clearly your mind is elsewhere.

if you'd rather be with them, then just tell me.

i need to know where we stand.

can we be more exclusive?

i just don't like it when they talk to you like that.

you have absolutely nothing to worry about.

if they make you happy... i can't stop it.

maybe i have a crush on you. so what?

there was a better way to go about this, you know.

you could have been a little bit nicer.

did you have to be so nasty about it?

i'm going to scream.

i don't want anything coming in between us.

you trust me, don't you?

if you trust me, you have nothing to worry about.

this jealousy of yours is getting a little bit out of control.

i love only you.

why do they have to hold your hand like that?

they couldn't keep their hands off you.

i hate watching you deal with that.

i should give them a piece of my mind.

what? me? jealous? never.

i think i'm allowed a little jealousy every now and then.

you're mine, and i want everyone to know that.

did you just... get jealous over me?

you said you weren't the jealous type.

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Down, boy Look at your cross face Why you so serious?

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"Halloween's around the corner.. You ready?" That meant another exciting event for them all to blow off some steam. Pumpkins. Voids. A good time all around.

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Hit the heart for a starter to be thrown at you.

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Art. Following the scars that shape Billy's face and revealing in them as if Quinn had done the work himself. He hadn't— a fact that boils beneath his skin so hot that you'd swear those ice-cold blues turn into an envious green. But it never matters when he feels the ex-marine's lips on him. A security so tight that neither have a key to set themselves free.

No, it's not often things like this happen. That Quinn initiates; but it's not without rhyme or reason. The game they play. The back and forth. The reporter wanted to see just how dangerous the man could be. With every example, with every test, Billy shows time and time again that his time is not wasted here. The feat to impress Quinn wasn't easy. And yet, he's still here. And he sees Billy. For better and for worse.

Bony fingers crawl up Billy's chest to cup his shoulders. He lowers himself onto the other's lap just as they pull away for air, eyes hazing over as his lover coat his name on his tongue. Quinn hisses slightly when a fist tangles in his hair and yanks his head back. More than revealing to showcase such a part of himself so vulnerable. Quinn licks the taste of Billy off his grinning lips slowly.

His hands come off the other's shoulders. They snake into the suit's blazer, groping and squeezing.

"D-Do you know you're mine?"

Five words. Five little words venomous as they sink into him. How closely they align with promised vows made in the dark of another life time. When a man sworn forever but stayed only a handful of years. He could feel the brand carved into his bones burn as those words settle at the core of him.

Do you know you're mine?

Has Billy learned nothing from his failed relationships? The promises, the vows, the sweet nothings whispered in the dead of night? Clearly he hadn't learned enough. Because he believes him. Quinn fights to be with him with each breath he draws. Fights the haunted battle ground that was his heart. And somehow had proven along the way.. That he was worth the risk to his sanity and his heart.

Slowly, his hands fall to the curve of his hips, grasping onto the slenderness of them with a firm roughness and a threat of violence. Yet he doesn't lash out. Yet. He wants to see where Quinn takes this, what he has planned.. And how he'd react. "There's no question." He purrs as he leans up to press the words to the tiers of his mouth. "And you know.. That you're mine? Mine to make bleed? Mine to bruise? Mine to leave with the marks of my obsession scattered over your body?"

Loaded words take aim at the other man, each verbal bullet trained between his eyes or at the center of his chest. Daring him to disagree or to deny what they had, what they were..

A bloody, obsessive mess.

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Lou throws a pen at Billy's back as he walks by...

The sigh is inaudible, a silent exasperation pushed pass his lips before he turns to set his sights on her. As always, she's dressed as pretty as a picture, rich warm clothes that bring color to her face and highlights her eyes. Of course.. That could also be the mischief he sees curling the corner of her mouth and wrinkling her eyes. A beautiful expression that means more to him than he's willing to say.

"Yes, Lou? How have I displeased you today?"

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does Billy remember his mother after his coma?

Yes.

But only as the women who abandoned him. He knows her name. But there's where his knowledge ends. He doesn't remember that he found her, that he offered to give her a place with him, a home.. He doesn't remember that she once again tossed him aside and it triggered an episode of rage that couldn't be contained.

He has no idea that somewhere in New York City his mother was in a home, drugged and waiting, that he had put her there.

Would it change anything if he knew? Probably not. He likes to think that he's smart enough, that he knows himself well enough, that he'd know he had good reason to lock her away.