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Round 3 - Return of the Meme

Round 3 - Return of the Meme

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That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.

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Larry watching Mat, Mat getting off on it.

Playful wrestling turns into something an awful lot more involved.

...Because the image of Jim wrestling is incredibly tempting to me, IDK.

Mike’s breath rose in puffs of condensation before him as he sat on the balcony, his arms laced around the woman next to him, clutching onto the edges of the thick feather quilt which covered them. Sam buried her head into the crook of his neck and gave a sleepy yawn. He smiled and pulled her closer, staring out at the first rays of sunlight peeking above the horizon. They had been sat out here all night, talking at first and then just sitting, wrapped in each other’s arms, away from the noise of the party, enjoying the relative calm that the outside offered, together. Eventually the music from inside the mansion had ceased and the hubbub from within had died down. Mike was certain they were the only two left awake, something which rarely happened at these parties, he and Sam were normally the first to head home. Sam gave another tired yawn and burrowed further into the warmth of the duvet.

“You want to go inside and find somewhere to sleep?” Mike suggested, kissing the top of her head gently. “Grandpops has ten bedrooms. I’m sure one must be free.” Sam shook her head against him.

“No,” she mumbled sleepily. “I want to stay here and watch the sun rise. Besides, it’s warm with you.” He pressed his lips against her head again, smiling. She was right. It was a chilly November morning, the kind you would want to be tightly wrapped up against, but it was cozy and warm beneath the quilt and in truth Mike didn’t much feel like moving either.
Sam shifted her position and looked up at Mike, before pressing her mouth against his. He felt her lips spread to a smile as he slipped on hand from the ends of the duvet and onto her waist. She broke from the kiss and rested her nose against his, her eyelashes fluttering.

“I love you.” She murmured, her hand sliding up onto his chest and gripping his shirt. He rubbed his nose against hers and brushed their lips together.

“And I love you.” He whispered. Sam lowered her head to flutter kisses down his neck, Mike felt himself shiver in response. She knew exactly what that did to him. “You know,” He breathed, his hand falling lower to caress her thigh. “I’m pretty sure we’re the only ones up right now.” Sam mumbled something incoherent and continued kissing his neck, one hand beginning to working open the top few buttons of his shirt before sliding inside. Mike gave a groan, feeling himself harden in his jeans. Sam, taking her cue, pulled away and straddled her legs over his with a devilish grin. He adjusted the quilt around them again to shield from the cold before placing his hands high on her thighs, his fingers stroking circles under her hitched up skirt.

“Hello.” She purred, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. God she was beautiful when she was playing it coy, Mike thought, suddenly very aware of her weight and warmth bearing down on his erection.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” He grinned, his fingers climbing higher on her thighs until they met the lace of her underwear. She gave a shudder and pressed her mouth against his again, her tongue brushing the tip of his. He responded with a hard desperate kiss, tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. He slipped his hands under her underwear and she obligingly lifted herself a few inches allowing him to explore her. She moaned against his mouth as her brushed his thumb over her clitoris before slipping a finger inside her. She gasped and bucked her hips forward, willing him a little deeper. He obliged, sliding another finger inside and curling them slightly, satisfied as he felt her wetness and heard her moan his name softly. She leant back and Mike took in her appearance, cheeks flushed and eyes closed in ecstasy. He wanted her. His body positively ached to be inside her. He brushed her clitoris and worked his fingers inside her again and her eyes flew open.

“Oh God, Mike.” She moaned. Her hands dropped to his jeans and began unbuckling his belt and jeans. Mike removed his fingers from inside her and began to work on the buttons of her blouse and unclasping her bra in a hurried fumble. She planted a kiss on his mouth as she reached inside his boxers and took him in her palm with a firm grip. Mike let out a gasping moan as her hand worked the shaft of his penis. He buried his face into her breasts, littering kisses over her chest until his mouth closed over her nipple, hard with pleasure as much as the cold. His tongue brushed the skin as he sucked, his teeth grazing over her. She responded by tightening her grip and increasing her pace.

“Sam,” He muttered breathlessly. “Please.” She needed no more words. She loosened her grip and shifted herself forward. Mike wriggled his jeans a little further down so he was fully exposed and pulled Sam closer, enjoying her gasp as he slid inside her. Their lips came together again in a messy, passionate kiss as Sam began to buck her hips, slowly at first then gradually picking up speed. Mike’s breath caught in his throat as she found her rhythm, grinding her lower body into his, harder and faster. He gripped frantically at her behind with one hand, moving his own body in quick sequence with hers, while the other hand found her clitoris again and began to rub in small circles. Sam uttered a small gasping noise before leaning in and biting down on Mike’s neck, not quite stifling the moan. She thrust her hips forward, lost in the passion, Mike’s name escaping her mouth in muffled cries against his neck, as he brought her to a climax. She continued to ride him until a few moments later Mike too came, the fingers of one hand digging into her back as he cried out in pleasure.

Panting, Mike wrapped both his arms around Sam’s waist, suddenly aware of the thin sheen of sweat that was covering his face and chest. She didn’t seem to mind as she nuzzled into him, her breath also coming in quick, short bursts.

“Amazin’. Luff’oo.” She mumbled against him, all her energy spent. He kissed her hair, and looked out at the grounds beyond the balcony. The sun was almost fully up now, Mike could see the dew sparkling on the grass below.
“Hey look, sunrise.” He whispered into Sam’s ear. But Sam didn’t respond. Her breathing was soft and steady against his neck. She had already fallen asleep.

Re: Unprompted Sam/Mike balcony sex

(Anonymous) - 2011-12-04 12:52 (UTC) - Expand

Someone's got a crush on Richard. He gets flustered as time goes on leading to drama/tension. Fluffy ending please.

Ridiculus Pairings! Awkward Dancing! Family Rivalries! Exs Showing Up! Anything! :D

The following was Tweeted today: Lazbotron:Someone I am eating with this evening has ordered a 32oz steak. It looks like a beef baby. It actually frightens me.

RealJimHowick:@Lazbotron it's you isn't it? I can't believe you're going to eat a beef baby.

JLeighPink:@RealJimHowick @Lazbotron Si has eaten one a whole one and all the trimmings

RealJimHowick:@JLeighPink @lazbotron Why am I not surprised.

...My mind jumped at the 'Si' and decided Jo invited Simon out to dinner and basically said, "Hurt my kid brother and I'll castrate you!" Simon's scared and admits he has yet to tell Jim how he feels. Jo rolls her eyes and tries to hook them up.

When spell-check tried to correct his Twitter name it offered "Lobstering, Libertarian, Listerine" so I need a fic with all three words used in it - cracky or otherwise. :D

Maybe something after a battle, when they're all muddy and stuff, with them desperately trying to get the dirt off each other.

...Because it'd be hot.

Gok Wan is attracted enough to the paint, and so when Drostan decides that a tattoo would make him look properly fearsome...

Because the thought of Drostan recieving a blow job is absurdly hot to me.

Unf. Yes.

I don't care how you do it, but I need it.

Egos fly and tempers flare - what better solution than fucking each other senseless in a dressing room while continuing to yell at each other?

Because I am obsessed with England's most awesome gentleman. And Mat in a top hat is just magical.

(Nothing to do with the fact it'd be an excuse to put Jim in an adorable Luke outfit *squee* or any of the others for that matter...)

But yeah, anything? I don't mind - AU, costume party, or spontaneous 'Look guys I found this orange t-shirt and a top hat' antics? :D

“Fuck fuck shit arse bollocks bugger wanking fucking twatting bastard thing.”

“Laz, are you alright?”

“No I am not sodding alright for fuck’s fucking sake.”

“What have you done?”

“Kicked the arsing table leg that’s what, stubbed my fucking toe.”

“Is that all?”

“Don’t get wanking well sarcastic with me Willbond, this hurts like a bitch.”

“Odd’s fish Laz, I knew you had a filthy mouth but this is a bit ridiculous isn’t it?”

“…Ben…did you really just say what I think you did?”

“Depends on what you thought I said.”

“Ben you posh bastard, why?”

“Made you smile didn’t it?”

“Fuck off Willbond.”

“I’d rather fuck you thanks.”

“Now who’s got a filthy mouth?”

“Laz?”

“Hm?”

“Fucking well shut up.”

“Why?”

“So I can kiss you, you twat.”

“Oh, well, alright then.”

Ahahaaa I loved this

Re: Unprompted Ben/Larry feat. Larry's Filthy Mouth umm PG15?

(Anonymous) - 2011-12-05 04:52 (UTC) - Expand

All they remember was having a few drinks and the next thing they know they wake up the next morning in a field tangled up with each other with no clue where they are and only their costumes (Simon's kilt and tights and Jim's Celtic Boast Battle body paint). Take it from there!! :D

Blame this: s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrpc06b0hB1qlf4uwo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&Expires=1323119976&Signature=IamDZJtgU%2F2LE%2F0VE2OF%2Fo0WN4Y%3D

Not the OP, but that link has expired so here's a permanent one: http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrpc06b0hB1qlf4uwo1_500.jpg

Re: Nero/...Grapes?

(Anonymous) - 2011-12-06 07:41 (UTC) - Expand

Inspired by this: textsfromhistory.tumblr.com/post/10282567453#postNotes

21st century England: William Normandy is the party animal with barely a word of English. Enter his parents' ally, a young man training for the church.

Yeah another HH+TFLN prompt: s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr8owcBoQS1qlf4uwo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&Expires=1323121308&Signature=4%2BQlwq%2F8kCIjxiZwJh7Mjz1AkLo%3D

Prior to the stabbing incident they had one very complex relationship: Calculus saw RT!Simon as an army git while RT!S saw Calculus as a governmental stooge. Over time, as campaigns continue and they leave behind Rome, they cling to each other and it gets even more complicated.

Not the OP, but that link has expired so here's a permanent one: http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr8owcBoQS1qlf4uwo1_500.jpg

Re: Calculus/RomanTriumph!Simon Bromance-FWB-so on; D!Calculus/s!RT!Simon; performance; hate sex

(Anonymous) - 2011-12-06 08:07 (UTC) - Expand

A/N: Dear girlfriend!Anon, Sorry this took me so long. This takes place before Collared.

*

Jim sighed, and rested his forehead on Mat’s shoulder. “Okay. I am stepping away. We will continue this later in the evening.” He gently pried Mat’s fingers from his shirt, placing gentle kisses on his knuckles.

“Spoilsport,” Mat said, pouting just a little.

Jim couldn’t quite make himself step away entirely, though, keeping a firm hold on Mat’s arm as the slipped into the crowded room.

“THE MAN OF THE HOUR,” Simon roared when he spotted them, then pulled Jim into a bear hug, lifting him off the ground.

Mat just laughed as Jim floundered. “I’ll get more drinks, shall I?”

Jim made a muffled noise of agreement as Simon twirled him around.

He was waiting there, chatting to Ben, armed with two glasses of bubbles when Simon finally let him go. “I’m going to need many of these to get through tonight, aren’t I?” he asked plaintively.

Mat and Ben both nodded.

"Right. Cheers," he said, throwing back the drink.

Jim drifted unwillingly from his side, going to mingle. Mat smiled as Larry grabbed Jim arm, though it shifts a little awkwardly at the edges when Larry straightens Jim’s tie. Jim smiled, and touched Larry’s arm, and, however irrational it was, there was a tiny desperate part of Mat that wants to pull him back. Instead, he parked up beside Ben for drinking and gossip.

It was almost an hour before Jim came back, absolutely glowing with alcohol and joy. "Come dance with me," he asked, gesturing to the slowly growing throng of people.

He was uncertain for a moment. This was so new, and dancing at a BAFTA after-party seemed a bit public.

Then Jim smiled, and that stopped mattering so much.

He grinned back, then grabbed Jim's hand. They danced for two fast songs, reluctantly separating when a slow song started.

"Blargh, I guess I should go talk to people again," Jim said, letting his fingers brush against Mat's.

He gave a theatrical sigh. "If you must."

"A drink before I go?" he asked.

They leant against the bar, Jim’s hand resting possessively on his hip, emboldened, no doubt, by wine. Mat could feel the warmth of his hand through his trousers, radiating across his skin. Under Jim’s touch, he found himself standing a bit taller and smiling a bit brighter.

He couldn’t help the sharp twist of disappointment when Larry swept over and planted himself between. He was half-collapsed against Jim, with an arm thrown haphazardly around Mat’s shoulders, keeping him close.

“Jim! You sexy beast, you won a BAFTA!” he slurred against Jim’s shoulder.

“I know,” he said with a giggle. “I only won it because your beautiful brain wrote me such good words, though.”

Mat ducked out from under Larry’s arm. “You two have fun, I am going to find someone to dance with,” he said, grinning as Larry lurched forward slightly trying to find his balance again and Jim floundered a little trying to stop him falling flat on his face.

He glanced back at them, but had to look away as Larry’s body unfurled against Jim’s and Jim’s hand rests easily on his waist.

Luckily Martha grabbed Mat’s arm and dragged him on to the dance floor before he could do something stupid like storm back and press himself against Jim so everyone knew who he belonged to.

“Mat, that’s a rubbish poker face you’ve got there,” she said, as he once again peered around her to try and find Jim.

“Shut up. I’m not- It’s not- He’s really drunk and people keep touching him and he keeps touching them and I don’t like it,” he said in a rush, before snapping his mouth shut to make sure no more words escaped.

Martha just smiled, called him an idiot, and spun him around.

He caught sight of Jim again, Larry still pressed against him, talking to some blond woman he only vaguely recognised. Her hand was resting on the arm not currently occupied by Larry, and Jim was smiling at her like that was a perfectly okay thing to do.

“Eyes on me, Baynton,” Martha said, drawing his attention away from his stupid boyfriend. “You really are a possessive drunk, aren’t you.”

He nodded.

“It’s cute, really. A little creepy, but cute.”

He poked his tongue out at her, then laughed. “You might be right,” he said, dipping her.

They share a few more dances together before Martha ditched him for someone more into women.

He wandered around for a bit, talking to a few familiar faces, but his feet eventually just led him back to Jim.

It was hard to tell who was drunker, Jim or Larry. Shots had happened while he was gone, and now they were too close together and giggling.

“Mat!” Jim shouted as he sat down. Warmth kindled in his belly, but flickered out as Jim continued, “Tell Larry he has a nice arse.”

“Mat, Jim wants to touch my arse. Can he?” Larry smiled at him, then added, “Pleeeeeeeease.”

“No.”

Larry stood up, and Mat worried briefly that he was going to drop his trousers, but instead he hitched up his suit jacket. “But look at it,” he said, turning around once trying to get a look himself.

Jim looked at him in askance; Mat could see the ‘please’ about to fall from his lips. Mat closed his eyes for a second. He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. He took another deep breath. “Jim?” he said, keeping his voice steady.

“Yeah?”

“Monkeys.”

The colour drained from Jim’s face, and just for a moment, Mat thought he was going to be sick, but he nodded seriously. “Larry, go find Simon. He would be happy to touch your arse.”

Larry looked disappointed for a moment, but let them be.

“Okay, I am really drunk right now. Let’s go get coffee, so I can sober up and we can talk?”

“Please.” He cursed inwardly as his voice cracked.

Jim worried his lower lip for a moment. “Would it be okay if I held your hand?”

He looked so uncertain that Mat absolutely had to reach out and grab his hand. The smile he got in response could have lit up the room.

They slip out quietly, and find a taxi. They end up in a dinghy little diner, drinking genuinely terrible coffee, with no idea how to start this conversation.

Mat fiddled with his cufflink, and he feel the tension radiating off Jim as he very carefully doesn’t reach out to still Mat’s hand.

Jim was halfway through his second cup, Mat was still nursing his first, when Jim said, “I am so, so sorry about tonight.”

The lump in Mat’s throat was so big he could barely breathe, let alone speak. So he nodded a little, and let Jim continue.

“I really don’t have any excuses. What I did was stupid and cruel and really fucking stupid.” His hands twitched towards Mat, but he kept them firmly on the table in front of him. Right now, Mat wasn’t his to touch and the knowledge is crushing both of them.

He couldn’t take it; he reached out and grabbed Jim’s hand, letting his thumb rub softly against Jim’s skin. “From here on in, all drunken flirting and propositions are reserved solely for me.”

“I wanted it to be you all night,” Jim said with a sigh. “Not right now, because I am still far too pissed for the sort of thinking and planning it would require, but can we talk about maybe going public sometime soon?” He slipped his hands out from Mat’s grasp, then brings Mat’s hand to his mouth and kissed his knuckles.

Mat nodded, smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“You are a wonderful boyfriend and I don’t deserve you.”

“I am and you really don’t,” he said with a laugh.

They absolutely didn’t do anything ridiculous like keep their legs entwined under the table while they share one last cup of coffee and a truly sad looking sandwich.

...

Walpole losing control and being all flustered when someone tries to seduce him.

Complaining about the Romans leds to sex.

anything/fucking both brothers/ANYTHING. <333

Heya :)

Erm, your prompt is slightly confusing - what exactly are you after? Just so that it can be archived properly :)

Thanks! :D

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[RPF] Larry/Mat

[RPF] Jim/Larry

Unprompted Sam/Mike balcony sex

Re: Unprompted Sam/Mike balcony sex

Richard III/Other crush, drama, fluff

Multiple Pairings Time Sewers Singles Mixer

[RPF] Jo Pink nee Howick+Simon inspecting her brother's crush one-sided/UST Jim/Simon

[RPF] Larry/Other Random Words

Blenkinsop/Maltravers, washing each other

Vercingetorix/Caesar/Cleopatra

Drostan/Gok Wan, tattoos

Drostan/Gok Wan, blow jobs

Re: Drostan/Gok Wan, blow jobs

George I/Robert Walpole, wall!sex

[PROMS] Cleopatra/Henry VIII rough hate sex Cleo topping

RPF Crossover - Mat as Professor Layton

Unprompted Ben/Larry feat. Larry's Filthy Mouth umm PG15?

Re: Unprompted Ben/Larry feat. Larry's Filthy Mouth umm PG15?

[RPF] Jim/Simon wakig up in the middle of a field with no clue how the got there HUMOUR

Nero/...Grapes?

Re: Nero/...Grapes?

modern day AU William I/Archbishop of York

Calculus/RomanTriumph!Simon Bromance-FWB-so on; D!Calculus/s!RT!Simon; performance; hate sex

Re: Calculus/RomanTriumph!Simon Bromance-FWB-so on; D!Calculus/s!RT!Simon; performance; hate sex

Unprompted: [RPF] Untitled, Mat/Jim, Dom!Jim verse, NC 17 - 1/4

Unprompted: [RPF] Untitled, Mat/Jim, Dom!Jim verse, NC 17 - 2/4

[RPF] Lawry/Simon/Ben Clothing-Kink, Exhibitionism, Food-play, Handcuffs

[RPF] Other/Other Cunnilingus

Walpole/Other awkward seduction, Robert loosing control

Boudicca/Mr. Celt hurt/comfort sex

Walter Tirrel/Henry I

Archiving question :)