The Non-Sexual Intimacy Meme

[enticingly]

Intimacy is NOT necessarily about full sexual contact. Intimacy is all about two people forming a connection and bond between them. That involves becoming best friends, trusting each other, knowing each other, understanding each other. Intimacy is grown and developed, it can't be rushed.

Nonsexual forms of intimacy can add a great deal of depth and variety to fiction. On one end of the spectrum, they provide extra steps to support the journey from meeting a potential mate through romance, sex, and marriage. In the middle, they convey the import of family and professional connections, distinguishing those from more casual acquaintances. On the other end, they form much of the glue in primary relationships for people who don't base their ties on sexuality. Sex and romance are valuable, but they're not everything.

RULES
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PROMPTS
1. Hair care. Brushing, braiding, washing, cutting -- all of these involve a lot of careful touching in ways that many people enjoy. Hair braiding is a bonding experience in some cultures. In fact, grooming is a bonding technique for social primates in general. People without close ties to others often treat themselves to regular salon visits as a socially acceptable way to meet the need for touch and interaction.

2. Shaving. This involves an unusually high level of trust, especially if the person is using a straight-edge razor or something else with an exposed blade rather than just a buzzer. Although it can apply to women, shaving is one of the few forms of physical intimacy that is most closely associated with men due to their facial hair. Initiaton into shaving is a major milestone for becoming a man, not just for boys during puberty but also for transsexuals during transition.

3. Bathing. This varies by culture; in America most people bathe alone but some other cultures practice communal bathing. A bath is usually more intimate than a shower, although a public bath can be non-intimate and small shower stall can be intimate. It's also different when two people wash each other (an exchange of intimacy and affection) than when one person washes someone else (more of a caretaking or protective gesture).

4. Feeding. A classic romantic motif involves lovers feeding each other, but it works as a way of providing and caring for someone in any context. Like bathing, it can also clue whether both parties are participating equally or one is taking care of the other (temporarily or regularly). This one has an existential flavor since survival depends on food supply.

5. Seeing someone without their adaptive equipment on. This includes glasses, dentalware, prosthetic limbs, a wheelchair, etc. Adaptive equipment is part of one's presentation to the everyday world, and taking it off can be as intimate as removing clothing, for many people in many contexts.

6. Holding Hands. There can be many reasons for this gesture. Physical closeness, offering comfort, or staying together in a crowd, all may have you reaching for someone.

7. Undressing someone. This can be kind of a one-way experience if the recipient isn't awake, and is often awkward for both people if they are awake. Sometimes it happens because hands are out of commission, but a more common example is someone passing out drunk. Overheating is another good reason. Different circumstances can imply different levels of intimacy.

8. Sharing secrets. This especially applies to talking about personal issues that aren't widely known. An exchange of secrets is a common ritual between "best friends" among girls and women, but appears elsewhere as well. Some things are only discussed among people with a common reference; veterans may be more comfortable discussing war memories with each other than civilians.

9. Ordering for someone in a restaurant. Acquiring food, without asking the other person what to get, shows a knowledge of their needs and desires. Providing food is also a gesture of support and sustenance.

10. Providing moral support at a major event. Helping someone get through a funeral, a trial, or other intense but not crisis situation is usually performed by a very dear friend. This is a situation where lovers or family members may be too close to the matter to be much use.

11. Crying on someone. When you cry, you tend to let your guard down. Most of the people close to you will see you cry at some point, so that can be a milestone in a relationship. Actually crying on someone, letting them hold you, is even more intimate.

12. Serving in a primary role for someone during a wedding. This includes the best man or maid of honor at a wedding, or stand-in for absent parents, etc. as well as the traditional family roles. One aspect of intimacy is sharing each other's lives, including ceremonies and transitions.

13. Comforting someone after a bad breakup. Moments of great vulnerability can bring people closer. While this role sometimes falls to family, breakup repair more often goes to a woman's female friends or a man's male friends.

14. Listening to someone's heartbeat or breathing. Close body contact, enough to carry soft personal sounds, tends to be comforting as well as connecting, as it touches on positive childhood memories for most people. It is shared between parent and child, sometimes between siblings, and later between lovers. Tight nonsexual partners may also do this.

15. Putting someone to bed. Interestingly, this activity can happen among people who are just getting to know each other -- most often if someone passes out drunk, but exhaustion can have a similar effect. It's a gesture of caring to put someone to bed rather than leave them where they drop. A milder version involves draping a blanket or coat over a person asleep on a couch or the like.

16. Sleeping in the same bed. This is an act of shared vulnerability and intimacy. Lovers customarily do this; so do some siblings or friends, especially as children. People may also be driven to share a bed, sleeping bag, etc. for warmth or lack of other accommodations in challenging circumstances.

17. Watching someone sleep. There is more vulnerability on the part of the sleeper, and more intimacy from the watcher, when only one person is asleep. Parents often watch their children sleep. Lovers sometimes do this with each other, which can be cute or creepy. It's also a guard position, useful for showing that one character seeks to protect another.

18. Waking someone up from a nightmare. A subtler form of rescue than more physical actions, this is still a gesture of protection and caring. It often leads to comfort afterwards. A typical courtesy between parent and child, or lovers, this can also be an early threshold for characters thrust together unexpectedly if one of them has sturdy daytime walls and a lot of issues. It is common, but often unspoken, among war buddies or veterans, many of whom have nightmares.

19. Sharing clothes, jewelry, other personal items. This is common between siblings or close female friends. Sometimes roommates do it too. Wearing someone else's shirt or bathrobe is typical in romantic relationships, so can suggest a similar level of intimacy even in the absence of sex.

20. Cleaning someone else's living space. This shows care and knowledge on the part of the cleaner, and trust on the part of the recipient. You have to know what NOT to throw away or move. It's typical of family members and roommates. Coworkers may clean each other's desk, office space, etc.

21. Living together. This is a big step, even if it's just for a little while. Housemates are in each other's pockets; it's hard to keep secrets. Family members and lovers often live together, but housemates who are family-of-choice form a category of their own. If you don't want a romantic partner, a permanent housemate is a good choice for someone to share your life with.

22. Childbirth. Attending the blessed event entails providing a lot of moral support for hours under high stress. It can create a bond with the baby as well as with the mother. When planned, this opportunity is only offered to the closest family members or friends, barring professionals. But it can happen by surprise in very awkward circumstances, a popular motif in fiction.

23. Saving someone's life. Quick action in a life-threatening situation demonstrates how much one person values another. This can create a strong sense of connection, and sometimes obligation. It often, though not always, entails personal risk for the rescuer. This is fairly typical for military buddies or police partners, etc.

24. Risking your life for someone. Placing someone else ahead of your own life shows their importance to you unequivocally. This often, though not always, involves trying to save or protect another person. While it can create a sense of gratitude, it frequently causes anger as well -- someone who loves you will generally object to you endangering yourself, even to protect them. Military and police buddies protect each other regularly.

25. Making emergency decisions for someone. This reveals both how well you know the person, and how much you care about them -- whether you know what they would want, and act on it even if it differs from your personal preference. Unlike some of the other options, in this one the initial action is often outweighed by the aftermath. Both characters have to deal with the results of the decisions, good or bad.

26. Deathwatch. Dying can be as intimate as giving birth. Staying with someone while they pass is an act of love; so is providing moral support to someone sitting deathwatch for a family member or other person. Many soldiers and police have done this for someone.

Comments

[weirlind]

[He makes a pleased noise in the back of his throat at that moan, because let's be real, he's barely done anything and she's already so responsive. The noise turns to a hiss at the feel of her teeth, her tongue as she moves down his body until his hands can no longer hold onto her hips if he's going to be lying down.

Her shifts beneath her, hips jerking up again.] Ellen. [But there's no hesitation in the way he moves so that she can pull his pants off. Whatever she wants, basically.]

[legbreaker]

[She lifts her head as she drags his pants down his legs, raising an eyebrow at him] Jack. [The 'congratulations, you know my name' is implied.

She holds his gaze as the pants disappear somewhere, she doesn't care, and her hand starts to slide up his leg again until her fingers tease over his cock through his boxers.] Something you wanted?

[weirlind]

You're beautiful. [It's not what he was intending to say. Jack said her name mostly because he likes to say it, but she's pulling down his pants and looking at him like he's some huge idiot and well, she's beautiful.

And then she's touching his cock. He moans, hips canting up against her teasing touch. He was semi before, but now he's just hard. She's good like that.]

[legbreaker]

[...Every time. She doesn't know how he does it, just opens his mouth and out comes something that is simultaneously stupid as all hell, and makes her want to hide her face in a pleased kind of embarrassment] You're ridiculous.

[And so is the extent to which she loves him. Rather than admit that out loud, she tugs his boxers down off his hips, getting rid of them. And she can't deny the heat that shudders through her at the sight of him naked in front of her. All power, all restrained, all hers. She bends, presses a kiss to his hip again as her fingers curl around his cock, dragging slowly up the length of it.]

[weirlind]

You like it. [He can see that in her, though. Getting to know your partner is about more than body movements; it's about who they are, too.

His hips jump, and a strangled moan leaves his lips when she touches him like that, heat spiking through him instantly. Jack buries his hands into her hair, twisting it around his fingers. A shudder runs down his spine at the kiss, at the proximity her mouth is to his cock.]

[legbreaker]

That doesn't make you any less ridiculous. [But there's a smile on her lips as she kisses him again, a little lower this time. Her hand works up his cock, from base to tip and back down again. And then her gaze is flickering back up to his, keeping deliberate eye contact as she licks slowly over the head, a brief touch before her mouth is pulling away again]

[weirlind]

[Jack would answer - despite the fact that she's working him over, and there's flares of pleasure washing over him - but then her gaze meets his. Dark and wicked and totally Ellen. He feels her tongue over the head of his cock, and he can't even bite back the moan that rips out of him, hands tightening in her hair as he tries to not buck his hips.]

Don't be a tease.

[legbreaker]

[A sharp breath leaves her at the way his hand tightens, ghosting over his cock. She licks her lips almost absently and chuckles at him a little, the way he tries to restrain himself for her.]

So tell me what you want.

[weirlind]

[His eyes follow the path of her tongue over her mouth, and he gives out a groaning huff of frustration. He doesn't know if he wants her to continue, or if he just wants to pin her down right now.]

I want you to suck me off.

[legbreaker]

[That's all Ellen really needs. A final kiss gets placed on his hip, and then she's shifting again, hand curling around the base of his cock. Her lips close over the head, working it with her tongue; she pulls back, but not enough for it to slip out of her mouth this time. She just wants to look up at him again, her smirk visible in her eyes even with her lips wrapped around his dick.

And then she's moving again, taking him in deeper. Her gag reflex protests momentarily, but she ignores it, picking up a steady rhythm. She'll never admit to it out loud, but every part of her is attuned to him right now, the way he sounds, the way he moves, how he reacts to what she's doing. It's not the first time she's done this for him, but she still wants to get it right]

[weirlind]

[Her mouth is on his cock, and it takes all of his control to a.) not buck his hips and b.) not make a sound loud enough that his mother might hear him. But, fuck, it's good, a low hiss escaping through his clenched teeth.

She's looking up at him, and that look in her eyes is hotter than it has any right to be. His fingers tighten in her hair, hips stuttering a bit as she works her mouth over him.

Jack can feel everything. Every flick of her tongue, the way her lips feel on his skin. She takes him in deeper, and this time he moans.] You're - amazing.

[legbreaker]

[It's hard to laugh when you've got your boyfriend's cock in your mouth, but Ellen manages an amused sort of exhale. Obviously she's amazing. And she proves it with the she takes him in on the next breath, inch by inch until her lips meet her fingers, curled around the base.

She's not some kind of dick-sucking master, so she doesn't do it fast. But she twists that into its own advantage, dragging it out almost agonisingly slow, making use of her hands as well]

[weirlind]

[Jack holds his breath, a shudder running through his body as he watches her take him in little by little until she's nearly got his entire length in her mouth. His eyes are dark, and he lets out that breath in a groan, his fingers tightening in her hair.

Her hands go to work as well, and he can't help the way his hips jerk up, although he tries to not choke her. This takes more concentration than he wonders if he even has.

After a moment, one hand unclenches from her hair, finding her breast and palming it roughly before he teases her nipple.]

[legbreaker]

[She catches everything, each tiny reaction, and her thighs rub together a little because christ, he's hot.

Especially when his hips jerk up like that, his precious self-restraint broken by her. A quick shift of her head helps keep him from suffocating her, and she picks up the pace a little. She can't take him in as deep, but her hand takes care of that, fingers working the places her mouth can't quite reach.

Of course, it's just when she's reached the height of smugness that he turns the tables on her again. Heat sears through her at the touch of his hand on her breast, fingers at her nipple; instead of biting her lip against the pleasure, she ends up sucking in around his cock, tongue flicking over the head, either to intensify it, or apologise, depending on whether or not he liked it]

[weirlind]

[He doesn't even care that she's not taking him in as deep. He's just all sensation by now. This is only going to feed her ego, the way she's making him a mess like this.

Her tongue flicks over his head, and his fingers tighten to a pinch around her nipple, more out of reflex than wanting to pleasure her. Everything she does feels amazing, hips stuttering up again.]

Ellen. [His voice is raw, throaty, part moan. His fingers tighten in her hair, tugging.] I'm almost- [There's a breathy moan. Almost there.]

[legbreaker]

[A soft, choked cry escapes her when his fingers tighten around her nipple, and a shudder rolls through her body with it. Her fingers squeeze lightly in retaliation, sucking on the head of his cock before taking him fully in her mouth again.

He tugs on her hair and she hisses, but it's not a sound of pain.] Do it. [Her voice holds its own raw note as she all but commands him, showing no signs of taking her mouth off his cock]

[weirlind]

[Do it. He has never heard anything better in his life than those two words, her mouth still wrapped tightly around his cock. Fuck, fuck. His hips jerk again, and he practically gives up on teasing her breast as his hand slides back into her hair. He gives a few shallow thrusts before he moans something that might have been her name, fingers gripping her hair.

He comes hard and with a shudder, watching her as he does so. He wants to watch her take all of him.]

[legbreaker]

[She moves with him when he thrusts like that, making sure she doesn't choke herself, seeing as he's clearly lost the ability. She's only pleased at that, with herself for pushing him to that point, with him for...being him. Which is kind of embarrassing, probably, but it's not like she's going to tell him that.

Ellen makes sure she's looking up at him when he comes, their gazes locked as she swallows, working his orgasm from him with lips and tongue. It's only when she's completely certain that he's done that she pulls back, mouth sliding slowly off his cock. She licks her lips right after and breaths a soft laugh, reaching up to pat his cheek before pressing her forehead to his thigh for a moment]

[weirlind]

[There is probably nothing hotter in existence than watching your girlfriend swallow after she's just give you head. No hesitation. He follows the trail of her tongue over her lips, as if she's savoring every last bit of him, and he gives a soft groan at the thought.

He lies back for a moment, catching his breath, acutely aware of all the places she's touching, although he can't help but laugh at the pat on his cheek.] Good boy?

[legbreaker]

[She presses a lazy kiss to the skin under her mouth] Not bad.
[And she shifts again, biting her lip and forcing herself to stay in control right now.

Honestly, she's not expecting reciprocation. The chances of Jack failing to follow up are pretty much zero percent, she knows that much, but she still doesn't expect it. A good performance from her is supposed to be a given, not something rewarded.

Some ways of thinking are more deeply ingrained than others. Ellen lifts her head and pushes herself up his body so that she can kiss him, taking his face in both her hands, knees on either side of his hips, pressed flush against him]

[weirlind]

[There's another groan from him as she crawls up his body. He's naked, she might as well be. There's a thing such as a quick recovery time. He doesn't hesitate to kiss her back, tasting himself on her lips. Way hotter than it should be.

With a growl, he rolls them over until he's hovering over her, kissing her hard for a moment. And then he breaks the kiss, mouth moving over her jawline, down her neck. His hand trails along ahead of his mouth, teasing over her breast before moving further down, over her abs, her hip, hooking into the waistband of her underwear.] Just "not bad"?

[legbreaker]

[For once, she doesn't fight him as he rolls them over, pushing her down. It's a strange sensation, wanting something more than she wants the fight, but it's not bad. Especially not with the way he kisses her, hard and demanding. It's a different kind of battle.

Her back arches up slightly, pushing into his hand as it trails over her body. There's a disappointed his from her as he only skims over her breast, but it shifts into a moan the lower he goes. She thinks about grabbing his hand, dragging his fingers up her slit, but she can admit that taking her underwear off first is probably a good idea.]

Well, you didn't - do much. [Just saying. Her tone is taunting, the same edge to it that she has when she's giving him shit in the middle of a fight.]

[weirlind]

[Jack smirks against her skin at that noise of disappointment, fingers toying with her underwear as his lips trail over her collarbone, tongue painting a stripe over it.] Oh, is that what you want, then? [His fingers dance over the front of her underwear now, fingers dragging along her slit through the fabric.] I can only be good if I do more?

[He kisses the underside of her breast, before his mouth moves to her nipple, lips forming over it as he sucks. Since she sounded so disappointed that he left it, after all.]

[legbreaker]

[She can feel that smirk pressed into her, and gives whatever body part she reaches first a lazy kick. It ends up with her legs spread open a little wider for him as his hand moves between them.

Her teeth sink into her lower lip to prevent any more sounds for now, but she doesn't bother trying to hide the way she moves into his hand because fuck, it feels good. She's wet, almost soaked, and he can probably feel that through the material] That's pretty much it. [She manages to sound almost even, although the words come out a little faster than usual. Of course, it leaves her mouth open to form a quite moan as his lips close over her nipple, and her hips buck a little more consistently, breathing faster.]

[weirlind]

[He laughs at the kick - because really, she didn't do anything but give him more access to her - before he mutters a curse under his breath when he feels how wet she is through her underwear. He's done that to her, and like she said, he didn't even do anything.

She might be trying to keep quiet, but he can still hear the small sounds she's making.

His teeth graze over her nipple firmly, even as his fingers find her clit through her underwear, circling it teasingly. With a soft snort, he kisses his way to her other breast, flicking his tongue over the nipple.] You don't ask for much.