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@menelvagor asked: Our muses cuddle up by the fire while a blizzard rages outside | Hal & Éomer

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A delayed arrival meant that Hal had gotten there just moments before the blizzard started to really pick up outside. She had quickly changed into dry clothing and joined Éomer in front of the fire, relieved to stay inside for a while.

"I love you." She murmured quietly, quite happy to be cuddled up in his arms with her head leant against his shoulder.

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Winter Shippy Starters

Send in a number or send ☃️ for a random one, and “+ Reverse” for the other way around

Your muse warms their freezing hands with mine’s breath

My muse takes yours to the hospital after they slipped

Sharing a blanket in a cold house

My muse invites yours to a winter’s dance

Holding hands and ice skating

Your muse sticks snow in mine’s coat

Making snow angels so the wings touch 

Your muse surprises mine with a snowball fight

My muse catches yours when they slipped on ice

Catching snowflakes on their tongues

Your muse presses their freezing hands/feet on mine

Couples ski/snowboard/snowshoe trip

My muse notices yours staring at the aurora on a clear night

They get snowed in together and the power goes out

My muse pulls yours out of a freezing lake

Making snowmen together

Your muse sabotages mine in a gingerbread house construction contest

My muse surprises yours with a special present

Making s’mores inside

The car broke down and we’re stuck in the snow waiting for a tow

My muse makes hot chocolate for yours

Your muse rescues mine from the cold 

Sledding together

Its snowing and my muse has forgotten their jacket

Our muses go on a tour of the best lights in the city

They must huddle together…. for warmth

My muse has never seen snow before so yours is introducing them to the wonder… or the hideousness.

Our muses cuddle up by the fire while a blizzard rages outside

My muse knit yours a sweater

Our muses spend New Years eve together

Fake dating at a holiday party

Your muse finds mine taking a walk through a frozen garden to escape the party inside

Free square, recipients choice!

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I still find it so funny I was wary at first to follow and interact with you - mainly because we both had an iteration of a Halbarad muse! However, I could not be happier with my decision to just get over it. And now here we are, in a whole ass verse with our Hals together; a most lovely team. Here we are, with a ship between Hal and Éomer that I cannot help but adore. And most of all, I am glad that I have made a friend! Lotro questing wouldn't be the same without you. Thanks for being my guide there too! Here's to our Rohan toons and loads of writing in the future. 🖤🖤

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Goddammit. Trying not to cry here. Needless to say I adore you, your muses, the ships - both romantic and platonic. I enjoy playing LOTRO with you, especially when you see someone or find a place that you want to see.

💚

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2024 is almost over!

With the final month of the year here, it’s your chance to send the mun or muse something you’ve wanted to tell them! Whether you haven’t had the chance to or you’ve been too shy, now’s the time to say what you feel, and don’t hold back!

prompt originally made by: x

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With the swift change of his emotions that very few would notice, Hal settled into a more relaxed but still guarded frame of mind. She had known that he was still alert from the mission they had just finished and wanted to distract him slightly. Which she had managed.

Her grin grew as he dived behind a bush, smirking playfully. She was hiding behind a tree and crouched to roll some snow into a couple of snowballs, amusement meeting his determination. Sharp eyes scanned the area around her for him, before hearing his footsteps and tossed a snowball back at him.

She ducked his snowball but momentarily forgot where she was stood and disappeared from sight, when dislodged snow fell from the branches above.

Halbarad felt the wave of wariness and swiftly, consciously, changed how he felt to show that he was not truly angry with her for her action. He had still felt alert from their previous mission, but now he was not zoning out or having to focus in so much.

He chuckled as she allowed him his shot and as she ran away, so did he. He dived behind a bush, but some of the snow still crumbled against his arm.

He crouched behind his cover and made another snowball, holding it as he looked around for Hal. He pushed against their connection with his determination so as to annoy her and crept around until he could see where she was and launched the snowball toward her shoulder.

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@menelvagor :: halbarad | reply to this ::

A small flicker of wariness could be felt coming from her side of the bond as he whipped around with that blazing look in his eyes. Although hidden mostly by her playfulness, it didn’t completely fade until the younger Ranger returned the playful look.

Hal grinned at his question, a bit more relaxed now that she knew her Sentinel wasn’t upset. “You’re allowed one free shot.” She answered, a teasing glint in dark eyes.

After letting herself get hit by the snowball, she darted behind some cover and tossed another in his direction.

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For: Halbarad :: @menelvagor Muse: Hal Verses: The Sentinel Prompt: Yule

"Saeradan."

Aforementioned Ranger winced at the sound of a rather familiar yet unimpressed voice, knowing precisely why his unofficial little sister wasn't happy. He had been hoping to get Halbarad back to his inn room, before his Guide returned from patrol and checking on the horses.

"He wouldn't relax, Hal."

"So you decided to get him drunk so he would." Hal narrowed her eyes at the older man, although she still moved to help him get her Sentinel settled on the bed. She removed his cloak, boots and weapons but left them within easy reach, before covering him with a blanket. "...Be grateful that Strider said we didn't have to return straight away because of Yule or this might be a different conversation."

Once a soft goodnight had been said and the door closed behind Saeradan, tension faded from her shoulders. After removing her own gear, she curled up on the chair and drifted into a light doze for a few minutes.

Or rather, she tried to doze.

Semi alert blue grey eyes watching her were only part of the issue, it was also the nudging of their connection that had her staying awake. Hal knew what he wanted; her to get some proper rest - preferably in a bed. But that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, most definitely not while he was like this.

"Go to sleep please, Halbarad."

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a small psa that, if you’re writing with me, there’s never any pressure.  you can always take as much time responding to things as you need.  days, weeks, months, it’s fine with me!   you and your well-being come first.   i never want you to feel like i’m expecting you to write, because that’s never the case.  and i never want you to feel rushed for replies.  you, the mun, always come first, full stop.  <3

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  Love wasn’t a emotion she was used to feeling; not for anyone outside of the Rangers of the North or the two wild creatures she called companions. Masks and shadows had protected her feelings from an early age, never allowing an outsider to get close enough to knock down the steel-like protective walls she hid behind. Yet somehow he had found a crack in her armour and slipped inside. The steward-prince of Gondor who could, did, have his choice in females (and probably some men too), and pick any one he wanted. But instead, he had chosen someone who was gender-fluid and showed a different side of herself to the world.

  Dark grey eyes, filled now with trust and warmth, drifted away from the sky; to watch his tall form approach slowly. Few would see her this vulnerable and even less would be allowed to see her as she was when he first appeared in the clearing, sent by Aragorn’s carefully chosen words. Her leader mischievous and playful, a side that most never got to see but one that she was used to. The long years had never dulled that playful nature and normally the older Ranger didn’t mind it; just not when she was on the end of it. Still, it was the cause behind her and Denethor’s eldest meeting alone once more.

  Tanned skin never lost the gentle red tint her cheeks had gained earlier upon his entrance. But now it warmed and darkened under his study of her, knowing that his eyes kept returning to her lips. Although wanting to be closer to Boromir, Hal didn’t move and lightly rested a hand on his knee. Then her widened gaze darted up to meet his as he spoke, having not expected that particular reaction from a man who adored his people as he did.

“I…”

  Sharp eyes blinked for a moment as her words failed, having not been prepared for what that would make her feel. Jealousy was not unknown to her, although she had never truly felt it herself. But having Boromir admit to feeling jealous over the attention other men gave her, ATTENTION THAT SHE RARELY TOOK NOTICE OF, caused the Ranger to pause. His tone of voice made her rethink, hesitation mixing with a flicker of barely hidden love. Words had never really been her strongest point- that was more actions. But then, Hal shook her head slightly, long hair shifting with the slight breeze created.

  “Boromir, I’m.. Words aren’t my greatest strength.” She admitted slowly, tilting her head slightly and pulled her hand back. “But you have not offended me, for I know what exactly you mean.” Her expression turned indecisive for a few minutes, before Hal shifted to her knees and kissed him gently. It wasn’t long and she soon pulled back, moving to sit by the water’s edge so to leave a bit more space between them.

  The quiet Northerner painfully unsure about how the Gondorian Captain would react to the kiss. She wasn’t one known for making sudden decisions and this had been a spur of the moment. But despite what Boromir had just said, uncertainty filled her eyes. Then the eye contact was broken as she dropped her gaze to where her hands rested on her knees, retreating into herself slightly. Her fear of having damaged what was forming between them keeping her from looking at him. “Sorry…”

Splashed to the back of his head, where nape of the neck was not covered by waves of brown, straightened hair that fell to his shoulders, water dripped from one point of Boromir to another. Shaped to small droplets and longer streams alike; collected into the hemline of his shirt, cloth turned darker but the heated skin there cooled, what was changed in color from subtle to bold. A pink that dared to take the name of harsh - melted to sun-kissed tan and toned muscle - as though it seeped beyond either blood or bone, knotted itself against the inner spirit. Possession that was never beforehand encountered, a terrible foe that Boromir did not understand how to defeat. Pointless was the sword and its blade, meaningless was the shield; for the heart had already been fairly conquered, captured and brought before Hal to forever tend to. It was hers to have and hold.

At the announcement of her finished dressing, her bath and all else done, Boromir took to facing Hal completely. Felt as the weight in his legs shifted from one to the other, the sands around his boots swept in almost perfect circle, an indentation placed temporarily on the land. Little grasses and rocks repositioned, what the pool had washed nearest the shores, where the animals of the wood had previously frolicked for drink and rest. Faded tracks of deer and wolf; opposite kinds but nevertheless lived together as one, united for reason that either could fathom. Drawn ever closer, but not quite to the opportunity of touch, Boromir slow in his steps forward, the place where Hal welcomed both earth and pool. Draped in the simple and practical, a sundress washed in natural color, it was the most bare he had ever seen her.

Exposed; lightened from the armor that did not sit at her chest, free, her curls able to dance in the breeze, her smile uninhibited, hidden by neither veil across the mouth nor hood-shadow over head. Hal as she always was - from the moment of her birth - reserved, skilled, strange to only those who did not try to know her better, the truest friend that Boromir had and that he came to regard. Gaze unable to be taken away from her, the glow that was casted all about her frame and features, the ground beneath was soon introduced to Boromir. Spread of his legs and the palms of his hands, dug into the soft dirt, curses for Aragorn settled into something sweeter, an unspoken of thanks that nestled into the airs between he and Hal, their private bliss together upon the shore.

Eyes carried from one aspect of her to another, returned to often the curve of her lips, freshened from bath and appearing silken to taste, Boromir leaned to the direction of Hal. Chased her warmth with his own; to be as close to her as could be possible, the mention of others able to birth a fire within that Boromir did not recognize he had. A sudden flame that tortured him - burned and blackened - produced a tone that sounded so unusual, even to the ears that were his.

"If any man were to, he would have been ended there."

Boromir remarked, so certain and definite, "if not by you, then surely I. Hal, just the thought of another men seeing you like that, watching you... it upsets me so. I fear what I'd do to them! And good are the men who join us, yet I cannot keep such horrible thoughts at bay. They have plagued my mind and dreams; long before this moment now, since the time I have come to notice the attention you attract, I confess. Is this what the great writers have called jealousy? Oh, Hal! Think not lesser of me, for I do not intend to offend! I understand not what has come over me; I feel like a foolish boy. As though I have lost all decent sense of myself since becoming closer to you."

"A broken and scarred Ranger is just the company I would wish to keep, though." Boromir assured, lost in the world that was Hal's eyes. "And you do me much more kindness than is deserved. Most wanted bachelor, huh? Admittedly, whatever affections I have earned do not stay nearly as long as believed. I enjoy the game of conversation, yes. I enjoy the play of good drink and lively music and dance. But love? I have less victory in that than not. In truth, Hal, I have not felt the desire. So often am I called to the battlefield, to protect my people, to make better the wounded and the sick. I would not know of love nor know what to do with it. And yet... love consumes me whole. I just know it does. For I feel it whenever I am with my family, my friends, you. Hal? Is this not a madness of some sort? Have I become too far gone to ever save?"

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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.  (  nsfw.  as a reminder: your muse = sender and my muse = receiver.  add + reverse to reverse the action.  feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )

❛  you look absolutely irresistible right now.  ❜ ❛  there’s so many things i’d love to do to you.  ❜ ❛  it isn’t fair how much you turn me on.  ❜ ❛  i can’t stop thinking about you.  ❜ ❛  tell me what you want me to do.  ❜ ❛  do you want to take this somewhere more … private?  ❜ ❛  if you keep looking at me like that i don’t think i’ll be able to control myself any longer.  ❜ ❛  is this okay or do you want me to stop?  ❜ ❛  would it be wrong for me to kiss you?  ❜ ❛  i’ve noticed you’ve been staring at me this whole time.  ❜ ❛  why don’t you come a little closer?  ❜ ❛  the things i’d do to you if we weren’t out in public …  ❜ ❛  can you feel what you are doing to me?  ❜ ❛  i’ve got something really special planned for us.  ❜ ❛  we’ll see where the night will take us.  ❜ ❛  i’ve never felt such an instant connection with anyone else before.  ❜ ❛  you can do whatever you want to me.  ❜ ❛  it would be a shame to waste such a perfect opportunity.  ❜ ❛  i’ve always wanted to do this.  ❜ ❛  you’ve been teasing me for far too long. it’s my turn now.  ❜

[  WALL  ]  *  your muse pins my muse against the closest wall. [  ALMOST KISS  ]  *  my muse leans closer to your muse almost like they’re trying to initiate a kiss, only to pull away in the last second. [  TEASE  ]  *  my muse teases your muse either by touch or words or any other way that works for them. [  TUG  ]  *  your muse tugs my muse closer and wraps their arms around them. [  STRIPTEASE  ]  *  my muse gives your muse a show as they take off their clothes. [  LAPDANCE  ]  *  my muse gives your muse a lapdance. [  SECUDE  ]  *  my muse whispers sweet nothings to your muse. [  EYE CONTACT  ]  *  your muse gazes deeply into my muse’s eyes. [  LINGER  ]  *  your muse gives my muse lingering touches. [  STUCK  ]  *  our muses are stuck in a small broom closet together. [  BLUSH  ]  *  your muse makes my muse blush with their words. [  CLOSER  ]  *  my muse comes closer, invading more of your muses personal space. [  ACCIDENTAL BRUSH  ]  *  my muse touches your muse ( somewhere intimate ) on accident. [  PURPOSEFUL TOUCH  ]  *  my muse touches your muse ( somewhere intimate ) on purpose. [  FLIRT  ]  *  my muse flirts with your muse.

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Be warned. They are now starting to send into asks. And putting a go.fundme link in as well.

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@thegreatstrongbow asked: “Look! It’s snowing!” (for little Estel?)

  There was a brief moment where the little boy blinked at him and didn’t quite take in his words at first. Then a gentle nudge by his amused looking father had Estel jumping up and running to join Beleg, slipping on his jacket and shoes.

  ”Can we go out in it please, Ada?!”

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  There was little communication between the healer and the outside of a fallen Minas Ithil. Once every two weeks, she would try to venture outside via a hidden entrance and send a report off to Elendil to keep him up to date of what was happening inside it’s walls. Yet each passing day brought an increasing risk of getting noticed and captured, making her glad that she could make illusions.

  Something had stirred up those who now wandered and guarded the former Númenórean city, preventing her from being able to leave for the past few weeks. And so no reports had been sent, which concerned her. But for now, the herbalist put that worry to one side and focused on the bigger concern at hand; namely, making sure they stayed hidden.

  For a brief moment, there was silence but then Almáriel sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “Ideally, we wouldn’t be having this conversation because this city would be under Isi’s control and you’d be a welcomed guest.”

  That was in an ideal world though; not the reality that had kicked in from the moment her parents had failed to return. Grey eyes glanced at the silent clock on the mantelpiece, before moving to close the curtains and lighting some candles around the room. With each candle lit, barrier runes were activated; an added protection from when she first moved to the city when Isildur built it.

  “Yes. But the protections I have up are not infallible. Should someone more powerful than me take note of your presence here and full on attacks, the runes will drain of power within two months.”

  Almáriel turned to look at the taller elf as she answered his question quietly. She cleared the table and carefully unrolled a blue tinted map that looked like it should be ruined from water damage. Yet it was still just as clear and readable as the day she first created the map at Isildur’s request.

  “Al at your service. I grew up around Isildur and his siblings.”

Minas Ithil was no more, and hadn't been for some time.

The magnificent city he'd come to know in a few rare visits to the southern realm was tarnished in a way that was so reminiscent of past wars to let him go through its streets, now darkened, without a wary soul —Isildur had warned them about what he feared they would find were they to go deep into Imlad Morgul, but there hadn't been a choice.

Gil-galad had seen too much destruction in his long life to know this could only be the beginning of something worse, but that admittance, quiet as it had been, had been intended for himself only.

He turned around, prompted by that voice in the dark, acknowledging for the first time the place he'd taken refuge in. Knuckles whitening on Aeglos's handle, the High King studied those features unknown to him.

"Ideally," Gil-galad said, tilting his head to meet the woman's gaze, "I would not hear worry in a stranger's voice, nor would have I walked into an ambush."

They had thought they could secure the vales leading to that pass up in the Ephel Dúath, and that elven stealth would be on their side there, but they had been spotted and chased before they could have possibly plotted their way out.

His blue-grey gaze roamed across the room, from the maps over the table to the little details that gave away the kind of life that was lived in those quarters.

"Is this place safe?" the High King asked.

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )

[ HAIR ]:          sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)

[ CLOSE ]:          while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.

[ CHIN ]:          as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.

[ THUMB ]:          while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.

[ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

[ INHALE ]:          while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.

[ DANCE ]:          when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.

[ BARE ]:          as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.

[ SCAR ]:          noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.

[ FOREHEAD ]:          placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.

[ PALM ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.

[ LINGER ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

[ BEHIND ]:         upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.

[ WAIT ]:          realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.

[ ARM ]:          after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.

[ HOLD ]:          while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.

[ PLAY ]:          while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.

[ GUIDE ]:          in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back

[ TOUCH ]:          while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.

[ CUP ]:           bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.

[ TUG ]:          the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.

[ HUSH ]:          while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.

[ WRAP ]: when sitting astride a horse/motorcycle/etc. together, the sender reaches back, takes the receiver’s wrists, and gently pulls their arms around the sender’s waist in an embrace designed to keep the receiver safe, despite feeling remarkably intimate.

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Below are muses up for shipping/Sinday shit, their genders, pronouns and orientations

(Please please pretty please be aware the Chemistry in shipping is vital and unless teasing, No means No.)

Hal | Gender-fluid | Alternates between he/him, she/her & they/them | Straight / Demi

Arathorn | Male | He/him | Bi - men leaning

Aragorn | Male | He/him | Bi

Almáriel | Female | She/her | Straight / Demi-romantic

@amid-ice-and-snow

Halrë | Male | He/him | Bi - prefers men / Demi

Elrohir | Male | He/him | Asexual | somewhere between Aromantic and Demiromantic.

Taenil | Male | He/him | Bi / Demi

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PROMPTS FOR THE MORNING AFTER *  adjust as necessary, nsfw implied

this... isn't my bed.

i'll make us breakfast.

wait, how long have you been here?

did you stay the night?

you're so beautiful like this.

did i give you that hickey?

don't get up. stay right here.

kiss me again.

nice bedhead.

are you... wearing anything?

this was a bad idea.

i've wanted to do that forever.

did you enjoy it?

i did a number on your back. sorry about that.

is this your shirt?

maybe you should go.

i had a great time.

if you stay, i'll make us coffee.

i shouldn't have stayed over.

come back here. please?

i've never been like that with anyone before.

there's a bra on the ceiling fan.

did we... actually...?

we could do it again, if you want.

you made me feel... incredible.

was it... okay?

you look beautiful in my bed.

what do you remember?

was i too loud?

you can borrow my shirt.

i guess this makes us more than friends.

this can't be happening.

i could spend the day just like this, right here with you.

is that a hickey?

this was just for fun. it doesn't mean we're together.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

should we talk about it?

what time is it? i'm late for work.

how long have you been awake?

i remember... everything.

we should do that again sometime.

i think we cuddled.

that was the best night of my life.

what parts do you remember?

why don't you stay for breakfast?

was it good for you?

the sex was great.

how do you like your eggs?

are we still friends?

sorry, i've got morning breath.

i'd really like to keep seeing you.

i'm glad i invited you in.

finally... fucking finally.

please don't leave the bed.

don't make fun of me if i walk funny.

this doesn't mean anything.

my friends are never going to believe this.

i don't even know who i was last night.

no one's ever taken care of me like that.

let me help you clean up.

maybe we should forget this even happened.

i'm just going to... leave.

you said some wild things last night.

you're wearing my shirt.

maybe we could make this a regular thing.

am i blushing? i'm blushing, aren't i.

where did i put my glasses?

your clothes are in the living room.

i need a shower.

your hair's a mess.

you make a great pillow.

i thought we agreed this would ruin our relationship.

did i do something wrong?

we were pretty loud.

do you want me to leave?

i asked you to stay the night.

i bet your neighbors hate us.

stay like this.

well, that's one way to bounce back.

what about round two?

don't let go of me.

why don't you join me in the shower?

we can't keep doing this.

we're fucked, aren't we.

how long have i been asleep?

i tried to keep feelings out of this. i really did.

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Horrendous storm rolling in across the UK. Met office has sent out a Red alert so do be careful all fellow Brits of mine.

p.s. I KNOW this might not seem that bad if you live in say America with the Hurricanes but for the UK? It's bad.