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May/June Test Drive Meme

All you need is love.

So the Sphere heard that some of you guys are lonely. It doesn’t want you to be lonely so it has decided that even though it’s not really February the people within its confines and connected to them deserve to have a sort of Valentine’s Day anyway. Celebrating love (all sorts of love, definitely not merely the romantic sort) is on display. Think pink and red and white and loads of hearts and rainbows.

all you need is some kind of love.

In the middle of the merchant dome, some of the stalls pushed aside a large pink and white stripped tent is set up. Inside is a series of small tables, each set up with numbers and two seats each. When people go in and register to receive the number, they are given three initial options. Option one is romantic dating with further subcategories based on gender preferences (if any) and orientation. The second option is for friendship. The Sphere wants you to make friends! A third option only open to the adults within the Sphere is for hooking up and no strings attached sex. That is also sectioned by orientation and preferences.

Each option you pick allows people to talk for five minutes before people move onto the next person. At each station is the option for ice breaker cards. Think would you rather or describe your perfect date (date date or a friendship date. Whichever you’re working on.) Should players wish it, there are various unnamed NPCs around for people to chat up, hook up with or whatever. Go a little bit nuts with it.

it's all for a good cause

John put a post up that calls for the option to sign up for (or to be signed up by someone else) for a date that’s auctioned off. She somehow managed to convince Max to host said auction (but don’t ask how. You don’t want to know what she had on him) so he is your MC for the night.

The gala takes place in the same tent as the speed dating, but it’s been made over to look rather gala like. There’s fairy lights and silk on the tables and an open bar with circulating free champagne. And everything else of course. As always with the sphere there’s food in abundance, things that typically one might think of in a romantic context: strawberries and oysters and chocolate and finger foods. It’s that sort of party. None of it has any effect though. Too many people imbibing for that.

There’s a small band playing for people who are interested in dancing, and various NPCs are currently using it. It’s a good party, lively and inviting.

i get by with a little help from my friends.

So, you know how the people within the Sphere tend to force festivals on you? Well, a big part of those is always food and gifts. These particular foods and gifts tend to come in the form of small valentine’s cakes or candy, or flowers for those not inclined for food. The flowers are yellow however, because this isn’t about love. This is about friendship. There’s signs for free hugs, and random people have been hired to go about telling folks that so and so is their friend. Even if they’re not. But they’ll still follow you down the street and spout things like poetry and cheers in the honor of epic friendships. Even if they’re not really all that epic--the friendships or the poetry.

let's go to the movies, let's go see the stars

Some people may remember a few months ago when Alex badgered Max into letting them have an open area movie screening. This time she didn’t need to do it! In the middle of the rec dome, a large screen has been set up, and there’s space for people to have blankets or chairs from home set up in front of the screen. Various vendors have set up carts or stalls here and there, selling the sort of foods that one would expect at the movies (popcorn, homemade candies, soda, juice, wine and beer, nachos and that sort of thing) along with some that one may not expect: (full curry dinners, burgers, basically a bit like a food truck festival. If you can imagine it it’s there.)

Before the movie, there’s cartoons running, some familiar, and some not, and this is an event that people have seemed to have taken to well. Children run around here taken with the idea for the movie, and it’s a fun, summery festive sort of atmosphere with a community vibe, despite the wine and beer for sale.

we're heckling! it's good to be heckling again!

The movie is a buddy movie double feature, and both of them are rated R, but there’s no one checking IDs so go nuts. The movies that are being shown are Hot Fuzz and The Heat because that’s just what buddy comedies happen to be. But movies aren’t to everyone’s taste and there are some people who have taken this to go full on commentary about them. Do you join in or shush them? It’s entirely up to you!

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[ Armeria doesn't even think of slowing or even if it was a better idea to stop for the simple reason that they had only known each other for several hours, which to her, wasn't much of a good enough reason. Passion had been ignited and it wouldn't be so easy to quell now.

She shifts easily enough, moving to sit astride and give him the closeness to kiss and touch and taste every part of her upper body if he so desires. In turn, she explores every bump that marks a scar, hoping one day he will tell her the story behind each one.

A breathy gasp escapes when he finds a sensitive spot and her nipples stiffen in arousal. It doesn't take much more to wish the rest of their clothes to simply vanish, but that would be too easy.

Between kisses, she whispers. ]

Take me to your bed..

[Even as his body is willing to do so, he hesitates, pulling back enough from her breasts to let her hear his husky words.] Are you certain? [It was a short time knowing each other and he already had difficulty from letting his body take the lead, not simply once but twice. This might be the first time he hesitated, thinking of a woman's honor before his own needs.]

I don't want you to regret...

[But even as he says that, he pushes a bit more at the top of her dress so that it can come off and rest about her waist. He wants to be in her, to move with her to full release without fear or worry. He must have wanted that from the second he laid eyes on her.]

[ Somewhere in the back of her head, she worries that this is too fast, too soon. Only it's lost now under the haze of lust that has been enkindled between them. This was Freya's doing and it is her will.

Slipping a hand higher up his shoulder, fingers cradle the back of his neck as she moves back off his lap to stand, urging him up to his feet, too.

She nods. ]

I won't.

[ In one last move to convince him, she pushes the dress off her hips and lets it drop into a soft mound at her feet. ]

[He feels there is a great deal about himself that he should explain, his mistakes and wrongs. There was a list of those that had been hurt by him, extending to this place as well, it frightened him to consider adding another so soon after she came to this world. But she was pushing off him, removing the last of her clothes, leaving him both speechless and breathless.

'You should not think too hard about it. Let things happen as they will, Robb of House Stark.'

It was a plunge, a drop beneath his feet, but what was there but to do it? Did he want to be miserable and alone? Did he want to be surrounded by quiet and memories rather than actually living with the last chance he had left? Gritting his teeth, he got to his feet and followed her, taking her hand and lead her towards his bed. He kicked off the rest of his clothes along the way.

Naked, vulnerable and nervous, he turned towards Armeria and drew her closer, taking the time to look over her body. It was an act of cherishing, an act of exploration he needed. The only spooked horse he was trying to soothe was himself.

He couldn't help but chuckle at his response.]

I'm not normally so afraid.

[ She can see Robb is conflicted and afraid, it's in his eyes and in the slight pauses before he gives in to his instincts for the most basic of needs. Touch. If he decides this is wrong, she will understand and she stands waiting, giving him the time to choose.

But then he's bringing her close to him again and finally, she can know what his skin feels like against hers. Taking his hand, Armeria follows closely behind and when he turns and they are face to face once more, she presses the softest of kisses onto his lips after he speaks. ]

I will not hurt you. Nor do I think you will hurt me.

[ She steps back, lowers to sit on the edge of the bed and then lays back. ]

Come be with me.

[It's that fear of hurting her that bothers him, holding him back from fully giving in. He spent so long living under a cloud of shame. His desires had nearly ruined Jeyne and lead her down the path that ended her life. He hurt Eponine by being unable to give her what she wanted. What if he failed Armeria in some way? It shook him.

But even as that fear bolted through him, he still followed her, his hands unable to keep from running over her, exploring her and adoring her. He couldn't keep his lips from returning to hers for more kisses, hungry and passionate. Eventually, everything else dissipated like a light fog. She held him in the moment, firm and confidently, shielding him from any intrusive shadows.

His fingers slipped between her legs, teasing between her lips before finally being replaced by his mouth. Her skin had tasted of the sea, but he hadn't imagined to find somewhere else on her that made him feel that he was swimming under water. She was a sea goddess.]

[ Her certainty is palpable in the way her fingers press deeper into his shoulders and he will know that she wants him by the soft breathing that whispers out a language that he will not understand.

I can see the wolf behind your eyes and the flames inside your soul...

But her words are cut short when his mouth moves to replace his fingers. A swirl of sensations spins wildly insider her lower half, but also behind her eyes, too. Colours dance and take shape and she's sure that she will never feel anything this good again and in response, a soft note of pleasure escapes as he continues to stoke the heat that was already surging through every part of her body.

It is then, at that moment, that she loses herself completely while fingers bury and twist gently into dark curls, holding him there for as long as her body can handle it before unravelling completely. ]

[Her words are foreign to him, but he can sense the heat behind them and the need apparent in her voice. The pressure of her fingers are sharp on his shoulders, guiding him as he moved between her legs. The taste was there, something salty and sweet. An ambrosia hidden in the waves, beneath the surface for him to find.

He sought it out eagerly, lips and tongue loving her with a near heated drive. He could feel her shaking, feel her crying out on a growing and rising tide. When she finally unravels, he doesn't stop, he keeps kissing, licking and sucking until he feels her building again. This taste was enough to drive him wild. The wolf had the scent and he'd pursue it to the end.

Only when she released for a second time would he move away, shifting to meet with and slip his hips between her legs. His mouth found hers and arms wrapped around her, lifting her to sit on his lap.]

[ The first release was an explosive one, her body tensing and her back arching in euphoric intensity. For a long moment, Armeria is silent, unable to catch her breath after it was stolen by the things he was doing to her, which she hopes to experience again. And when she does, it's even more earth moving than the first.

But even as she quickly recovers, Armeria finds herself moving atop his lap, leaning back against him and placing her hands on his as they feel every part of her chest and stomach, inciting another surge of heat to flood through her as she moves along with him. ]

[It's strange how perfectly her breast fits into the palm of his hands or the way her lips move with his. When he presses up into her, he slides in easily, almost missing the fact that she was a maid. That revelation is gone with the sudden surge of heat encompassing him, the firm fit of her walls and the way he feels completely at home inside her.

He groans softly, pressing his brow to her shoulder as he adjusts, taking a moment to catch his breath. It was like diving into the hot springs, a sudden shock to his system but all at once calming and relaxing. He's moving before he realizes it, gentle in his hunger, even as his hips rock up again and again, rapid and eager.]

Gods you are beautiful.

[ It's rather impressive how perfect they are together, she thinks. Almost to the point where it occurs to her that this all might be a dream. It would make sense if it was, with where they were and how many there were from different realms and worlds. The idea scares her and she pushes it out of her mind as quickly as it tries to take root.

His voice helps to bring her back, first by feeling his words against the back of her shoulder and then by the realization of how their bodies seem to fit together like the sun and the moon.

As his pace quickens, her hand moves to press her forehead to his temple, nipping the side of his mouth with eagerness, wanting to hear him growl like the wolf that he is. ]

[He guides her hips with his free hand, holding tightly to her as they move together in frantic rhythm. His breath is heavy in his chest as he groans with each push and thrust. He does growl at her nips, turning his head so he could catch her bottom lip with his teeth. It's gentle, a love bite fitting for a wolf.

She feels good around him and against him. A weight feels lifted as he moves harder and further, even as the pressure in his chest build. Without inhibitions or guilt at his heels, he could move quickly and freely, unbound and eager for the woman in his arms.

They weren't just idle words offered to her in the heat of the moment. She was beautiful to him, not simply face and body, but how much relief she had brought him and the sense of freedom that came with her.]

[ If she was his sweet relief from the torment that lingers on the edges of his mind, he was the handsome one who the gods deemed fit to match her with. A bar had been set now. No man would be able to move her as Robb Stark had. Their lives have now been permanently intertwined; their yearning souls connected in the most magical of ways.

She lets out a moan that trails off into a sharp gasp. She was steadily climbing upwards towards the same selfish wanton desire that put her in his arms, to begin with. Writhing in sinful need, she can feel his heart race against her back. She's not sure how he did it but her heartbeat changed just then and now beat almost in time with his.

Pressing fingers deep into his arms, she can feel her stomach begin to tighten again and before she reaches another release, she pleads to him. ]

Come with me, my wild one.

[He held her tighter in his arms as they rode feverishly together. He did his best to be gentle, even as his nails dug into her skin. Sweat made her slink against him, as wet as the lips that surrounded his member. He couldn't find the words, not with the rapid pace or the way every kiss seemed to steal his breath. He wanted more of her, more of her lips and more of her warmth.

Was it sinful? So many things he had done had been. So many decisions had been poor ones, but there is no shame in what he is doing now. It feels good in his body and eases his mind. Everything is still and quiet, a quiet that he hadn't seen, even alone in his dome. Peaceful and safe.

She urges him to finish with her and he feels his body shuddering as he climbs towards that pinnacle. He nods, seeking her lips again.]

Close. I am close.

[ Her hand presses against his face as he says the words, and she holds her lips to his, kissing him between the heavy breathing that she won't be able to catch for a little bit longer. Armeria doesn't mind, though. The way he makes her feel is so much more than she was before coming there.

No, there was nothing wrong with what they were doing.

Her walls tense, hoping to hold out a little bit longer. He was close, she could wait and enjoy the final ascent before releasing with him. Again and again. How can she leave him now after tasting his mouth and feeling him inside her? ]

[He can feel her tense and his eyes lock on hers, his body shuddering in her arms. He murmurs her name as he kisses her again and again. His hand pressed against her chest, just under her breast. He could feel her heart racing beneath it, not a fragile thing but wild and strong within her. She truly was the sea, caught in a torrential storm. Wet, salty and sweet against his tongue, she could make a man drunk.

With one final thrust, he spilled into her, groaning and gasping at the same time. It took all he had not to curse or praise all of the Old Gods and News...or whatever else brought them here.

It was beauty and despair at the same time. A gain and a loss, fear and courage. She embodied everything for him.

With a breathless gasp, he pressed his brow to hers, struggling to find his thoughts and words.]

[ He was the storm. Not the kind that should be feared, but the type that quenched the thirst of sailors on long journeys. The type that calmed a restless soul by the sound of it falling on the water's surface. He had no idea how free and unrestrained he made her feel.

Upon his release, she follows immediately with hers, clinging tightly as if he's the only thing that can keep her there. She's afraid to let go, fearful that if she does and opens her eyes, he won't be there.

It takes a good few minutes for the waves of euphoria to slow and eventually subside, leaving them to still regain their breaths enough. When Armeria does, she cradles one hand to the side of his face and slowly opens her eyes. ]

I thought so many times that this was all a dream. Only I wake and you're still here.

[He eases her to lay back against him. His muscles are sore but not screaming at the very least. Slowly his breath was returning, reality was returning, but the shadows didn't descend. It was a nice feeling to be free, yet without the needed help of wine or anything else. Instead, he was shaken, but by her presence and touch rather than anything else. It was moving and stirring, things he didn't imagine.

His fingertips glide over her shoulders and back. Her hair tickles against his knuckles, sweat gliding along her body under his artistry. Not that he could make her anymore perfect than she already was.

It still frightened him, but for so many other reasons as well.]

It always feels like a dream, but this feels like a different sort of dream.

[He's no poet, but he feels the same as her.]

You're all right?

[ She smiles, closing her eyes again to enjoy the feel of his fingertips making lines and circles on her skin. Her expression will answer his question, but she confirms with a soft raspy voice. ]

More than all right.

[ The edge of her thumb brushes across his bottom lip and she shifts onto her stomach, tucking herself a little closer under his arm. Kissing him again, she leans back. He seems to have a drunk look on his face at the moment, though she knows exactly why. Still, she asks. ]

Are you?

[He smiled, pressing his lips to her shoulder. His voice is deep and rough as well, warn out from their lovemaking.]

I am.

[He does feel drunk, but clear headed as well. It was a strange dichotomy. To have all of his senses but to have completely lost his head with this woman.]

This was unexpected. I didn't have any intentions when I spoke to you.

I did not think you did either. But I am glad it went as it did.

[ Her hand smooths across his stomach slowly and deliberately. ]

You are a very sensual man, Robb.

[That pushes away any lingering worry that she might regret the loss of her maidenhead. This was a more open world, but she was new and he was practically a stranger. There was room for doubt or second thoughts.

But given her light touches and affectionate caresses, he can relax under her fingers.

He grinned, putting an arm under his head as she rested against his chest, not sure if he fit that idea, but quite pleased to accept it. He certainly felt sensual at this moment, sated and content with her.]

It isn't hard to rouse such things from me when you entrance with every step you take.

[ There would always be room for doubt and second thoughts, but she was content and they could think about the days ahead when they arrived. But for the time being, she likes the idea of staying right where she is.

She shifts to look at him, her hand still pressed flat on his stomach. ]

I will remember that for tomorrow and the next day then. [ Her grin turns mischievous. ] I cannot be the only one though.

[ She doesn't think she is and it won't upset her if he tells her there was others that he has loved. ]

[It's a difficult subject and one he still struggled with. He didn't want to bring others into this bed with them, but it was a fair question and one she deserved an answer to.]

Until coming here, my only lover was my wife. She...comforted me after my family's keep was seized and I thought my brothers had died. To protect her honor, I wed her. [The emotion in his voice and the need to pause to compose himself showed it wasn't simply a noble gesture.] She died because of my mistakes.

[And he couldn't exactly pretend he was chaste her.]

There was a woman here that I took comfort in and turned to during the nights to keep the nightmares away. I was less honorable with her and wanted company rather than love. When my wife was brought here, our affair ended...badly. [And he might talk about that later, but that's as far as he's going about Eponine for now.] My wife left this world and I wanted to be alone, faithful to her memory.

[He held more tightly to Armeria, worried about insulting her with that.]

My father thinks I should start a new life here.

[ Armeria listens, her eyes nowhere else but on him because of the change in his mood. She knew there was torment in his life, though she had no idea it was involving loss of that magnitude. She remembers well what her father's death did to her mother and her heart breaks for him.

When his hold tightens around her, she finds his hand and covers it with her own, the gesture hopefully conveying comfort and support. She may not understand completely having not gone through it personally, but she knows loss. She still blames herself for her brother's death.

And yet it wasn't just his wife had that died. She knows a mortal scar when she sees one.

Shifting up a little more, her palm slips to hold the side of his face. ]

He might be right. But not because you should let go of the past completely. For whatever reason, someone has decided that you are meant to live again. You need to accept who you are now because of that.

[ She presses a kiss to his forehead. ]

And forgive yourself for those mistakes.

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