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voyagers2014-02-01 04:28 pm
varymydays) wrote in voyagers2014-02-01 04:28 pm
Entry tags:
- aleksandar hale,
- audrey parker,
- bonnie bennett,
- carol lockwood,
- caroline forbes,
- cassie riddle,
- castiel,
- charlie wellman,
- christine chapel,
- clementine,
- damon salvatore,
- danny wilder,
- don flack jr.,
- elena gilbert,
- ethan hale,
- helen williams,
- jason dilaurentis,
- jenny mills,
- john constantine,
- kathryn janeway,
- liz parker,
- lois lane,
- mark barnes,
- martha m. masters,
- mary jane watson,
- natalia guevara,
- nikola tesla,
- party post,
- peter parker,
- rachel conway,
- rafe guevara,
- rebekah mikaelson,
- sarah monroe,
- tyler lockwood,
- wolverine,
- zoe dabrowski
[party post] come sail away with me
You've come through a door, and you are on a boat. Specifically, you're on a cruise ship in the middle of some giant body of water. You've come through the door behind you which is attached to nothing and may now be locked. It's relatively empty as giant as it appears to be. The only other passengers that are here appear to also have come through the door for the most part and it is not nearly enough to fill up this entire cruise ship.
Also, who knows who the hell is driving this thing since all of the employees appear to be either ghosts or holograms...
Is this your first time here or your hundredth time here? Do you want a drink or a dip in the pool? Is it day or night? Do you stumble on your room or some other situation either fun or painful within its many rooms, shops, and facilities? Do you run into someone you know or a complete stranger?
The possibilities are unlimited!
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He lifts his eyebrows, and then he laughs. Sometimes he can hardly believe it-- That they're here, that they are with each other, that he has her, this beautiful in every single way person who makes him so happy. He thought happiness was stolen from him, but he has found it with her.
Peter stares after her with a slow smirk as they head into the room, and the smirk widens a bit. He slides out of that red and blue suit as she presses him back against the door with a small thud. His arms wind around her waist as he pulls her in against him tightly, his mouth finding her own, as he is stripped of the suit, and the backpack falls to the ground at his feet.
And there is only Mary Jane and this changing room as his hands slide up her back, and he helps remove more of her clothing, piece by piece until she is bare and pressed against him, muffled noises and wanting with an intensity that can't be doused by anything but their bodies tangling together like this. His mouth fastens over her own.
"God, Mary Jane." That might be heard too, because it is impossible to stay quiet with the strength of how he wants her, and he doesn't think to be quiet about it tbh.