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In My Bed Meme

Someone Is Sleeping in My Bed!

It's morning in EST. But maybe not for you -- A little too late to be sleeping but y'know what? That's okay. People nap. Sometimes the bed is oh so cozy and you want to snuggle under a blanket and sleep forever. And you don't care if it's your bed or not. You're going to sleep. Like a boss.

Too bad someone doesn't agree.
Rules
The Poster is the character who is asleep.
The Responder is the one who discovers the sleeper.
Therefore, the Responder must do one of three things

I. Decide you know this person! (Castmate, previous threader, whatever.)
Go to Random and Roll.

a. Wake them up - You don't care how friendly you are to the person in your bed; they need to get up.
b. Happy Awakening - Such a shame they're so deep asleep when you're in the mood. How about a nice wake up call? (if you don't like smut, keep this to cuddles, kisses, hugs, or reroll)
c. Prank! - Oh, this has just go to stop. They need to be punished. But how?
Can't beat 'em, Join them - Push 'em over and snuggle up. You're too tried to deal with this craziness right now. Or sleep on your couch.
d. Let them Sleep - Whatever, it's noon. They're asleep and you got things to do. Regard them or disregard them.

II. Decide you have NO CLUE this person is! (People that haven't threaded with each other before, crossovers, castmates who haven't met.)
Go to Random and Roll.

a. Scream 'OMGWTFBBQ GET UP' - While this is probably the default reaction, it's a pretty honest one.
b. Prank! - What a better way for you to remember this moment of meeting than by painting a mustachio on your new 'friend's' face? (Remember, it's your bed. Be wise on what you do.)
c. Gently wake them up - Oh, the poor dears! They must be exhausted but they can't stay here. Be nice, even if it isn't IC for your character. This is what you get for rolling. Shake them up quietly. Or reroll.
d. Get to Know them NON-Biblically - Well, they're asleep. But they left their wallet, important work, or identification out (no matter how OOC it may be)! Let's see who's REALLY sleeping in your bed. (Use your own judgment on what you find. As a suggestion, have the most they find is the sleeper's name and maybe place of work.)
e. Tie 'em up - FUNCTIONAL tying up. Not kinky, no matter what the other party might think. Let them continue their blissful moment of rest. They'll answer questions later and you'll be safe and sound.

III. Decide - f**k the police. You hear me right. F**k 'em.
You move forward and make your own fate!

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Hardly my fault you deal with liars. I abhor lying.

[Drink poured, he sips from it before pouring a second for Leonard and moving it to the end of the bar.]

I'm sorry, did you see 'Dog and Pony Show' anywhere while coming up? I'm not here to dance to your tune, Jack Frost. Believe it or not, you'll find out eventually. They all do.

[Blue eyes narrow, jaw tensing as he really, seriously considers blasting a hand or something to test his theory, to see if he can heal, or break free, or just what he'd do in general to having a limb frozen. Instead he decides against giving the other an actual reason to call someone. So far, as he said, he doesn't have much in the way of needing to involve the police so long as he doesn't do something more to warrant it.

The gun softly whines, the noise fading off as it powers down. He lowers it to hold it at his side as he considers the man and the drink sitting on the end of the bar with his name on it. His head is warning him that that is a bad idea but he walks over, eyes trained on Lucifer as he picks up the glass.]

You really don't know who I am.

[He still doesn't trust him or fully believe him, but he'll nibble.]

So, whats the catch?

[In addition to his strength, which Leonard doesn't know about, there's also that often used ability to just... not be caught. Or held. Or locked up. Being frozen would likely fall under that, so it could very well be that his arm would merely be covered in slush, or that he broke through remarkably easy. One can't keep the Devil in chains, after all. He's not a bloody leprechaun.

He watches the way the man looks at him as if he's something dangerous. At least his instincts were still working, albeit belatedly.]

Not a clue. Any reason why I should?

[Another sip, then a shrug.]

For...?

[A pause, then smoothly,] No.

[Only a partial lie. He's hiding things about himself clearly, things he doesn't feel this man needs to know. He hasn't been able to really judge if he's dangerous or not, for now he's being cautious till he gets answers. He's dealt with metahumans and the like. He could be more than human. No need to go into this blindly and biting off more than he can chew. Which he may have already done if he can't get to the one exit out of this place.]

For not calling the police. I still threatened you. I am still a stranger with a gun in your home. You could have me hauled out of here, but you're not. Why?

You're not the first. You likely won't be the last. Humans are fond of threats. If I took every one to heart, well... I suppose I'd have to have a heart first.

[Another sip, then he grabs the bottle and gestures to the couch.]

Well, come sit, then. Let's see why Maze thought you'd be fun to play with.

[He can't help the gentle loft of a brow at the casualness of all of this. He's really just not sure what to make of it. He's not kicking him out. He's not having him arrested and taken back to Iron Heights. He's inviting him to come sit and drink with him. Which is all the more reason Len is being cautious around him. He's too comfortable. He didn't even flinch when he was threatened. So either he is as powerful as he says or he's very stupid. But everything about his mannerisms warns him not to let his guard down.

The criminal is reluctant to join him on the couch, but there's a certain draw and a tug at him. What harm could it do?

All the harm.

Sitting and drinking means talking. He's not one to just sit and talk. And yet, he finds his feet moving and he'll set the gun by his leg when he takes a seat at the far end of the couch. He sips his beverage finally and wonders what the hell he's still doing here. Or what the hell he's doing here at all. Still distracted with the why and how of it.

Maybe he's going about this wrong? The man owned a club and a large suite, he clearly had money to spare. He couldn't find a safe last night but he hadn't bee in his right mind while looking. He could've missed something, as rare as that is. Maybe he can find out more if he played the right angle here. Played the game.]

You don't strike me as the kind of guy who plays around. You own a club, an expensive loft... Why send me up here?

My dear boy, that's all I love to do. Play. You all make such a good show of it. Now, now, relax. I won't bite -- unless you want me to.

[He chuckles over that to himself, as if he just said a hilarious joke. For him, it was. Biting. He did love to bite. But not of the bite and chew variety. Not for people, anyway. He loved to indulge. In drugs, booze, food, and most especially, sex. He sipped his drink and let his eyes linger over his guest.]

Why not? Maybe she knew you were a naughty thing and wanted me to punish you, though she'd more likely than not want to be here for that. Or more likely, she wants to distract me from a certain someone and thought you might do the trick. Tell me, Snowcone, what do you desire...?

[There'd be a little push behind that question, a draw to entice the man to answer as he kept eye contact with him.]

[The closer to the Devil he gets, the stronger the influence and sitting with barely a foot between them makes it hard to ignore him. There's an itch rising in him, one he needs to scratch, one he wants to scratch, one telling his mind that he's alive and he should enjoy it while he can. He got a second chance, why waste it? He's here and it's been so very long. He swallows it down even as a tremor moves through his hands to the very tips of his fingers and he has to casually set the glass on his knee so the Devil doesn't see him shudder at the idea of being punished. Not in a bad way of course. He can't seem to take his eyes off of Lucifer as he speaks, making it almost too easy for his ability to latch onto him and drag the truth out of him. Though his brows do furrow as if he's somewhat aware of wanting to answer or what he's going to say, but he can't stop himself.]

I want answers. How am I still alive? Why am I here? [He swallows.]

I want to know where your safe is so I can take your money. Make my way back to Central City. [A pause, then almost casually, ]

And I want you.

[He seems to regain himself, shaking it off and seeming confused over what just fell out of his mouth. He's not usually so open, especially not with a stranger. Why did he even say those things? What did Lucifer do to him. But as blue eyes meet Lucifers darker pair with something almost cold, it melts away as a heat threatens to consume him. He could get up, put some distance between them, but he doesn't want to. A part of him wants to do the exact opposite and get closer. He's able to resist, but just barely and he's not sure how long he'll keep resisting the urge to throw caution to the wind and let go.]

[The answers weren't quite what he was expecting, but he rolled his eyes at the safe comment, hand moving to the inside pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a thick fold of bills, hundreds and thousands neatly curved in to and held with a sturdy clip. He handed it over.]

No safe, I'm afraid. Not much of anything that I need locked up. If you want money, you can have it. You humans and your fondness for currency. It never gets old. As for the first bit, well... who knows? Likely wasn't your time. Though, if you're in the habit of shooting your little pew pew thing at people, it's probably for the best. I'm not seeing new clients at the moment, if you get my drift, and Hell's a bit unattended.

Now, for the last bit...

[He spread his arms along the back of the couch, leveling Leonard with a grin.]

What would you do with me? If you had me, that is.

[Cold's free hand drops near his leg where the handle of his gun is waiting. But he's surprised to see the wad of bills easily being handed to him without even a second thought. Who just hands a stranger--who just about broke in, helped himself to his liquor and fell asleep in his bed AND threatened him if he called the police-- a wad of what looks like thousands of dollars, FOR NO REAL REASON?? It kind of takes the fun out of robbing someone really. At first he's in too much disbelief not to take the bills when they're handed to him. He tilts his head, brushing his thumb through them to have a quick guesstimate at how much is there before just reaching over to set the money on the table, sliding it back to him.]

I don't do hand outs. I'm not that desperate.

[Though when the Devil leans back and spreads out invitingly over his corner of the couch he can feel himself start salivating. His tongue flicks over dry lips in a quick attempt to drag his focus back, but his eyes can't help but roam. The invitation is tempting. Almost too tempting and those once cold blues hold a hungry heat.]

Everything. [He mutters with a rasp of arousal before he catches himself once more, victim to that damn potent influence.]

I'm drawn to you, as much as that frustrates me. What are you doing to me?

Edited 2016-05-30 15:19 (UTC)

So you'll steal, but you won't accept something willingly given. Odd, aren't you?

[He shrugged as if it didn't matter to him. Whether or not Leonard took the money at any point was his choice. It was there.

He couldn't miss the way the man's ice blue eyes skimmed over him, or the way he seemed to not want to admit to that desire.]

Doing? Nothing but being myself, I'm afraid. That draw isn't intentional. Usually affects women; you know, the ones that like the bad boys, but I've found it seems to draw a few men in as well. Like a bit of the naughty, do you? Just men, or both?

[Intimacy wasn't exactly something he really does. Not that he's incapable or is anywhere near being a 40-something year old virgin. He just doesn't often let anyone in. He has his baser instincts, his needs and desires. Typically he handles them alone because he's too picky to really find himself sexually attracted to just anyone. He finds it hard to trust someone as is, it's even harder still to bring someone to his bed. Not that he hasn't done the whole one-night-stand without names sort of thing. He was young once. More often than not he is too caught up in the game, more interested in the next heist or keeping an eye on Barry Allen or any other thing than sex. He doesn't typically flirt with much more than danger or the risk of getting caught. He's really married to the job. His lifestyle. His freedom. Sex is on his mind on occasion but it's not important enough to really go out to bars and pick someone up when he can just take care of it himself.]

I'm a criminal. Of course I like the darker side.

[A small shrug, eyes never leaving Lucifer or really losing that heated edge.]

Doesn't matter to me what you are. [He just needs the attraction and the connection to want it.]

That's not entirely a given, you know. It really depends on the individual. Some commit crime out of necessity, not pleasure. I would know the difference, after all, as I get the really naughty ones, not the good at heart ones.

[He sees the way Leonard is watching him, that hungry sort of gaze that reminds him of someone looking at something tasty before they put their mouth on it. He's close, Lucifer can tell, but he's curious what it would take to tip him over that little bit into acting.]

Interesting you'd say 'what', as that applies to more than just gender. Rather open sort, aren't you?

[What am I afraid of? Why hold back? He asks himself, that influence curling heady and strong on him, drawing him in with every purred word or glance he meets. He's getting uncomfortable in his own skin as that need grows intense. It's been... a long time since he's been with someone. And considering he'd died and was given this second chance it's an even stronger draw to just enjoy it. It's not as if he ever had any reservations about gender, male, female, whatever they were so long as he wanted them, he'd go for it.]

I do it for pleasure. [So he says, but many would argue that he's more good at heart underneath it all.]

Human, metahuman, demon, angel, devil, male, female, whatever you are, doesn't matter to me. [He sets his glass aside on the table, eyes focused like a predator on the devil as he finally moves closer, sliding across the couch to sit nearly hip to hip.]

You just need to interest me. Don't be boring and you might have a chance. [A coy tilt of his head as his eyes sweep over him slowly once more. Down than back up so that ice blues reflect his hunger as he looks into Lucifer's eyes.]

Though I've always flirted with danger.

You're doing much more than just flirting with danger at the moment. But I think a part of you knows it. Perhaps that's the draw, mm? I am the ultimate 'bad boy', as it were. First and best. If you want something naughty, why not climb the Everest of it and get it from the source, mm?

[That hunger in his gaze was something he was very familiar with. He felt that returning tickle of arousal and let his own gaze drift down over Leonard, let the man see him do it before he met blue eyes with brown.]

The what may not matter, and I'll give you it's never really that important, but you'll certainly be remembering the who.

[Leonard can't help the soft scoff of a chuckle at the idea that this guy was a "bad boy"]

You don't seem so bad.

[It's playful, meant to maybe coax the other into action to prove him otherwise. He's still unsure about the whole Devil thing, not that he paid much attention to the stories or ever went to church in his life.]

You'd better make damn sure of it.

[Another coaxing remark, playing right into the Devils fingers and challenging him, yet giving in to the potent desire pulling him in. He leans in then to capture Lucifer's lips, stealing a firm kiss to test the waters.]

[Leonard had no idea what the truth really was, and if he thought himself as the big bad, well... Lucifer had an entire realm to show him filled with those who made Leonard look like a bloody choir boy.]

Appearances can be deceiving, though, you've hardly gotten on my bad side, have you. No reason to show and tell all the nasty secrets the world has yet.

[His arms were splayed along the back of the couch, resting over it as his knees were equally splayed wide, his gaze a little lurid as he watched Leonard grow more bold, watched him fall a little further under that influence. Watched all the way up until lips pressed to his.

Then he showed Leonard what a kiss really was. No hands. No movement of his body, but he used his lips, tongue, and teeth to their full ability to give the man brazen enough to try to rob him a little show.]

[Len hums a soft moan against Lucifer's lips the moment the other reciprocates. It's quite possibly one of the best make-outs he's ever had and he presses into it, matching Lucifer stride for stride as their tongues tangle with one another. Len may be cold but he's no virgin and he shows he knows what he's doing as he slows his movements and makes each massage of lips last while they consume one another. He'll shift into the devils lap despite himself, straddling his thigh and practically giving himself over to whatever the Devil desires. One hand reaches down to relieve some strain on his erection, unbuttoning his pants and unzipping his own fly. He'll then drape his arms over Lucifer's shoulders, curling his lower back as he leans in, jeans inching down his hips as he presses against that lean body between his thighs.

He'll then break the kiss as he slowly rolls his hips to grind against Lucifer.]

Well? [A tip of his head as his lips hover near Luci's, breath ghosting over his lips.]

What does the Devil want most right now?

[The angle's a little bit of a strain, but it seems the would-be thief agrees enough to change it, crawling into his lap instead. He feels hands move and can hear the sound of a button and fly being undone, scents the muskier smell of his arousal being undone. Arms loop around him and through it all, the mouth doesn't cease nipping and teasing at his.

Lucifer's hands are busy on their own, sliding up under the open shirt, fingers gentle as they search out and outline the scars he'd seen when the man had been half-dressed.

Then those lips are drawing back and he looks up at smirking blue eyes and finds himself amused and aroused.]

Well, less clothes and another drink would be a good start. I do love a good suit, but fabric does tend to get in the way of skin on skin.

[Those long, gentle fingers roaming over his body cause goosebumps in their wake. He sort of shudders as they trace over his scars, shying away from the touch a little. It's not that he doesn't like it, but he's not used to being handled, to someone wanting to touch him with something intimate and soft. He's been hurt so often in his lifetime. Mostly by the people who are meant to care and love him. He's no virgin, but even the people he's been with rarely got to touching him much. It was mostly something quick to satisfy urges. Very few have spent enough time with him to run their hands all over him and really explore every inch of his body. Very few have ever cared enough. He allowed only a select few to ever touch him in such a way.

It doesn't stop him or make him falter though, his skin may be sensitive to touch, but it makes it all that much more potent as he makes out with the Devil.

To the request he draws back a little so he can pull at his tie, easily untangling it with deft and dexterous fingers to throw it aside. Buttons come undone in a blink, showing off how light and fast his hands could be. These hands were crafty and talented, that's for sure. He splays his palms out over Lucifers chest the moment skin is revealed to him and he'll push cloth back as he caresses over his shoulders to lean in and kiss him again. Unable to get enough of him.

He drinks deep then slips off his lap to roll his shoulders and slide the shirt off, tossing it aside. He'll then drop his pants, ridding himself of his underwear to stand comfortably nude before the devil, erection standing firm and full. He's average in length and girth, not too big, not too small, no odd curves or anything remarkable but nothing to scoff at. He'll pick up his abandoned drink to finish it before striding to the bar to pick out a bottle, sort of allowing the devil an eyeful of his backside. Which he does have an absolutely stunning ass if he does say so himself.

He'll take his time in case the devil is enjoying the view or wants to finish undressing himself as Len pours them another drink and sort of casually leans at the bar to sip his own, waiting for Lucifer to join him and stretching out his back or sticking out his ass slightly in invitation as he casts a sort of coy glance over at him.]

[Leonard got up and Lucifer watched, eyes on him as the clothes came off and the man stood there, comfortable in his nudity. It was interesting, as Lucifer had noticed the way he'd shied away from being touched. Such a contrast in needs and wants. It made him curious. He did indeed watch as Leonard sauntered over to the bar, as he posed and tried to play the coquette to lure him over for his proffered drink.

With a smile, he rose, letting his own undone shirt slide off his shoulders and moving to undo his belt. Eyes staying on Leonard, he undid his pants and toed off his shoes, stepping out of the pile of trousers and black silk boxers that were pushed down to meet them. He stood equally comfortable in his nudity. He was above average in the cock department, but not by an enormous amount. A little girthier, a little bit longer, uncut and with a trimmed patch of pubic hair around the base, he let Leonard enjoy the view before he came over. Reaching for the bottle to pour his own glass, Leonard might notice or glimpse the two large scars on his back, but it wasn't as if he turned to show them off. Then he was taking a sip with a pleased sigh.]

Bit of an exhibitionist, are we?

I wouldn't go that far. Though I do prefer the cold to the heat so wandering around at home with few layers tends to be more comfortable for me.

[That and his ego and confidence in his own good looks. The man knows he's somewhat on the pretty side. He'd been to enough prisons to know that other men liked the look of him, not just the ladies. He knew he was good looking and his body is thin, lithe, but solid. He's strong, but it's clear he's flexible even for a man starting to show silver in his short hair. He may not be an incredibly open or normally intimate man but he has some skill or experience and his body is attractive enough.

He finishes his glass and tips his head, considering the tall, lean devil next to him. He'll slide a little closer so he feels his warmth and can breathe him in with a soft sigh. Blue eyes watch Lucifers face as his fingers ghost down his ribs and trace along the curve of toned muscle. He brushes along the shell of a hip, following the lines of his body straight down to that impressive cock. Deft fingers play almost barely there touches, teasing along the length before finally palming him, wrapping long digits around him and stroking slow and easy. He'll show off a little with how good he is with his hands, massaging and tugging with fluid movements.]

So more of a showoff, mm? I suppose I can respect that.

[Those nimble fingers trace over him and it amuses him just a little how hard it seems Leonard is trying to prove that he's worth the effort. Lucifer's finger drags gently down the center of Leonard's chest, circling around a nipple as he takes another sip.]

You do realize you don't have to prove your case quite so much. It's guaranteed that you're going to wind up in bed with me. No reason not to take our time... though you do have rather lovely hands.

I don't tend to do it often, but when I do...

[His movements slow as he mulls over if he wants to be somewhat insulted by the idea he feels like he needs to prove himself.]

Is that what you call taking initiative?

[He shrugs and removes his hands from him, backing out of his touch with a smirk.]

Well, if you don't want me touching you that's fine. [There's a look to go with it, he's just being a brat to tease the Devil.]

Though patience isn't a virtue I tend to display in bed. I like it cold, hard and fast. I don't really do intimate.

Edited 2016-06-19 23:35 (UTC)

Prickly, aren't we? I never said that. But cold, hard, and fast are not going to happen tonight. Hard, maybe. Fast, for a pace, yes, but cold? Never...

[His hand lowered, finger moving to trace a whorl on the outside of Leonard's hip, moving it in looping circles until he tickled at the crease near his groin.]

You will be a sodden, sweaty, limp, useless wreck after I'm done with you. And you'll be fortunate in that I don't mind allowing one to regain the use of their legs before they leave.

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