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Picture Prompt Meme

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I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.

IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.

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[ She remained standing, but didn't pull her hand from his once he was holding on to it. The request to stay kept her in place for the time being, even when the question that followed earned a humorless laugh. ]

No, it hasn't. It's hard to get you out of my system when I have to spend so much time with you.

[ Just having him as her partner was bad enough for that. Living with him for days was doing even less to help. ]

Then why not give in again? Once isn't always enough, Detective. Even I know that. I'd hoped it would be, but perhaps with you it might take a little longer.

[Of course, he had no idea that oftentimes, familiarity bred a different sort of need -- proven by his surprise at Carver's inability to shake his 'love' after months.]

[ The suggestion was enough to make her pull her hand from his with a look of disbelief before she turned to move away from him. ]

Did you listen to anything else I said?

[ Once she put some distance between them, she turned to face him again. ]

You have flings, Lucifer. I don't. I'm not sleeping with you again because I don't want to get attached to you. Why would I do that to myself?

[No. Space was not what he wanted just then. He moved to push himself up, starting over towards her.]

Because you want to. You say fling like it's a dirty word, Detective. It's not. It's part of having fun, of enjoying this small flicker of time you have in this world before you're taken from it. Why are some of you so very adverse to enjoying what you have?

[ She watched him, a hand coming up in front of her as if to tell him to stop before he made it any closer. ]

You're still not listening. All you're hearing is that you're still under my skin and you think more sex is the way to fix that. It might surprise you, but sometimes emotions are a thing when people are that close.

[He didn't want to stop. She kept that space between them when she started to feel something, when he started to feel something, and he didn't like it. His hand came up to hers, fingers wrapping around hers and trying to pull her in closer.]

So tell me about it. Make me understand, Chloe. Why is it that the devil, who's gone thousands of years without feeling much more than amusement, is suddenly having an existential crisis that you seem to be in the center of?

[ His fingers wrapped around hers and she felt the uptick in her heartbeat like a small jump in her chest. She found herself shaking her head even as she stood there with him, not making another immediate move to put space between them again. ]

You can't expect me to answer something like that. And if I could make you understand, I would. But I don't know what to say to make you get it.

Show me.

[He took another step, closing the distance, an intensity in his eyes as he tried so very hard to understand what it was she thought he couldn't.]

I'm not used to feeling... well, to feeling, and yet here I am, second guessing myself, talking to a therapist, and chasing you. You make me feel a fool half the time. You turn me down. You insult me. And yet for some inane reason, it make me want you more.

How am I supposed to show you?

[ She stared up at him as he spoke, taking it in. Then she shook her head again. ]

No. I'm not going to be your first venture into feelings that go deeper than lust. You've already said you don't do relationships and that's what feelings lead to, Lucifer. You're not used to having anyone push back and that's the only thing that's making you want more.

That's not entirely true. I've been thwarted before. I've just never... enjoyed it so thoroughly. And thanks to this new little development, Maze has become positively headstrong. Not to mention Amenadiel being a pain in my backside. But you, well, you are something to look forward to, aren't you.

You've been turned down before?

[ There was surprise at that, though there shouldn't have been. It was logical that he would've been turned down by other people before her. ]

I'm not something to look forward to, no.

Hello, someone hasn't been reading their bible, have they? Kicked out of Heaven? Denied by my own father? Ringing any bells?

[He let out an exasperated sound, his hand holding hers moving so that his fingers tried to fit through hers.]

But you are, Detective. Wondering what will happen around you is a constant state of pleasure for me. Even getting shot was worth it. You've no idea what millennium of the same old things can do to a body. You offer me new things. New experiences. New sensations. You make me want...

Uh huh. Sorry, I wasn't thinking about all of that.

[ Her gaze dropped to their hands as his fingers slipped through hers, her own curling against the back of his hand. ]

You just like the excitement of being around me. [ She looked up at him again. ] I make you want what?

I like that you're unpredictable.

[His other hand lifted, finger coming to slide over the side of her hair, tucking it behind her ear.]

As for what you make me want, all I can answer is you. I don't know the rest. It's all a jumble of... things. Excitement, yes. Lust, certainly. Affection, of course. But... I can't pick it all apart.

I'm only unpredictable because of you.

[ Because he was like chaos incarnate and seemed to bring about situations where she had to react, whether she had enough time to properly think it through or not. ]

And if you got me, you'd get bored with all of those things and move on. You know that, don't you?

No, I don't, and that's what intrigues me so much. I'm becoming mortal, or... something. I'm changing from what I was, and that could mean anything -- including having mortal emotions. What if I do? More to the point, what if I don't? I've no idea, Detective, and you've no idea how wonderful a thing that is.

A wonderful thing for you. But I'm still not helping you test emotions you might or might not be discovering. It really obvious that you don't understand how things go once emotions get involved.

What exactly are you afraid of? Why is everyone so against me trying new things?

I'm not afraid of anything. But you don't know what it's like to get hurt, Lucifer. If you're going to try new things, I don't want them to be with me.

But you're the one I want to try them with. I don't want anyone else the way I do you.

[It was as simple as that. Whatever it was, whatever he felt, it was focused around her.]

Then you'll have to keep wanting. I'm not getting caught up in you.

[ She slipped her fingers away from his, letting go of his hand. ]

[He watched her with a strange look on his face, something that might have been a mix of confusion and amusement.]

I think it's a little late for that.

You're more caught up in me than I am in you, Lucifer.

[ She took a step back, raising a hand to pat his chest. ]

You should sleep. You've got work tomorrow.

[There was an uncomfortable amount of truth in that and he pursed his lips as he thought about it.]

Well, I won't be able to sleep right away. You've gone and gotten me all... interested. I'll likely have to attempt to pleasure myself thinking of you. Again.

[He grinned at that, his hand catching at hers and lifting it to kiss the back of it.]

Shall I be loud enough you can hear me?

I didn't need to hear that.

[ Her head tilted as she wrinkled her nose, watching him kiss the back of her hand. ]

No. Don't give me a reason to kick you out.

[ She pulled her hand from his again, shaking her head as she moved to step around him. ]

I'm going to bed.

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