[Open + 1 Closed] Never Call Up...

[crushed_pearls]

Who: Erin Peters And People Who Noticed A Certain Event
What: Erin fuckin' died in late January and now I need a spot to stick the fallout
When: Late January to pre-excursion February
Where: Wherever you decide to drag her ass for this series of decisions
Warnings: Erin Fucking Died


1. Yes dear, the stove is always hot. [Cabin 134, Rezz Hour after death, closed to Helena]

Well, that's one bit of curiosity satisfied. Erin comes awake with a sharp intake of breath, hands flying to her ribs. She's alive, gloriously alive, her ribs aren't shredding her lungs into tatters and all of her blood is inside her body. There's a series of incoherent Fucking Noises as Erin tries to get up, stretch, talk, and breathe at the same time and ends up doing None Of The Above.

One thing at a time. Breathe.

Good!

Sit up.

Okay...good!

Aaaand Helena's awake. Fuck.

2. Even When It Doesn't Look Hot [WHENEVER, WHEREVER -]

So here's the thing: Bahamanuel is scarred by laser burns, Erin and Siffleur both died (and probably stained Bahamanuel with their blood in the process, who's gonna wash that poor boy?), and the entire thing - soundless - is available on video at Photos at Sea set to Material Girl just to really deprive everyone involved of even the slightest shred of dignity.

If your character has a comment on that...

Here ya go. Find Erin Somewhere, though she's often on the sports deck, in Windjammer, at the new infinite cheese store, at Tauva smoking and/or drinking, or at Hurikane just drinking. Interrupt her while she's listening to her DVDs. Accost her at the library while she's trading out her books. Shit, gossip about it with someone else without Erin being there at all, I'm not a cop.

Comments

[pointofhonoria]

Her breath catches for a moment, before she breathes out and tilts her head to nuzzle against the side of Erin's. "I didn't—" a noise in the back of her throat, "I-I just worry. Know you can handle yourself when things are dangerous, you can do more than I ever could, but that also means there ain't nothing I can do when things do get too dangerous for even you and... I dunno. S'not really the point, I suppose. I know you ain't going anywhere."

That's all but a lie, really, it would be for anyone on this boat, because there's never any guarantee someone won't vanish. But she knows Erin's not going anywhere on purpose, at least.

[crushed_pearls]

"The urge to squeeze your butt and offer amazing apology sex is very strong. But...I am sorry, for worrying you. And for not saying anything."

[pointofhonoria]

"Mm. You're forgiven." She leans back a bit, arms withdrawing from around Erin to cup her cheeks instead as she kisses her softly. Short and sweet, her head resting against Erin's when she pulls away. Then, teasing lightly, "Not that I'd turn down that kinda extra apology."

[crushed_pearls]

There is a loud SMACK as Erin goes for the butt grab immediately; the wings might have Crabb sheltered but that sure was audible.

"You really need to be more careful with your timing there."

[pointofhonoria]

She absolutely should have seen that coming and yet instead she's left half-spluttering, half laughing against Erin as her face, predictably, flushes.

"Christ, don't I half." She's just choosing to believe anyone else around is not going to think too hard about the sound of a smack where people are regularly sparring. Just. Just for her own sanity and composure.

Wrap unless you want The Smut

[crushed_pearls]

"...Wanna skip sparring and go do that?"

I mean I'm not above two smut threads at once

[pointofhonoria]

Crabb is nodding before she's even finished the sentence, while at the same time willing the blushing to calm down a bit so it's not blatantly Goddamn obvious once she's not tucked close to Erin.

It warm in hell

[crushed_pearls]

Erin pulls Crabb closer (her hands do not leave her lover's ass) and nips at her ear. "Then the question becomes, do we go back to your place, or..."

Squeeze.

"Would you like a matching spot on the wall at Photos next to me and Ylva?"

It Sure Is

[pointofhonoria]

So much for getting the blushing to go anywhere... Crabb spends a solid few seconds in her own thoughts examining where the Hell she is with that question, right now. The war between fun in theory and utterly mortifying in reality is still very much ongoing, for her.

"...back to my place, I-I think. Still."

[crushed_pearls]

"Still, she says," Erin purrs in her lover's ear, making no move to actually go. "You're tempted, aren't you? What is it about being seen that's alluring for you, my fierce flower?"

[pointofhonoria]

"God, I dunno." She is not at all surprised Erin's coaxing her to explain while they're still out here, but it is still so unfair. At least she can keep her voice low. "T-That you're not s'posed to be, I guess? Seen, I mean. But even that doesn't make real sense, to myself, really."

The societal repression she's used to is certainly circling around on itself somehow, in ways she does not fully understand yet nor has she shed yet.

[crushed_pearls]

"Taboo can be fun but it's kinda like money, love. It's not an end in itself." A little kiss on the cheek. "Really think about it. What's your fantasy of someone knowing?"

[pointofhonoria]

"If we're standin' here until I figure out how to put that in words we're gonna be here all year." An exaggeration, obviously, but God it is still hard for her to put together the pieces into a clear picture. "It's... hhhh. I dunno. I dunno yet."

Feel free to bring us there if you like

[crushed_pearls]

"Well, you're gonna stop thinking real fast once we're back in your cabin." Erin takes Crabb's hand and leads the way.

[pointofhonoria]

Oh she's very sure of that. She lets Erin lead her down to the cabin floor and 129, head down enough to somewhat mask the fact her face is still betraying her, fumbling with her phone to let them in when they're there. Once again she feels a little guilty for appreciating the easy privacy that comes with losing another roommate, but she's sure that thought won't get to stick around long either.

She shuts the door behind them as soon as they're past the threshold.

CW smut obviously

[crushed_pearls]

Congratulations Honoria, you are being loved out of relief and fear and confusion and genuine overwhelming affection.

Please do not resist.

Erin, still holding Crabb's hand, uses it to grab her lover and press her face-first into the door, where any sound she makes will carry. She bites the shell of Honoria's ear, presses up against her nice and tight.

"I'm gonna wring you dry," Erin whispers. "My fierce flower...though I suppose if I'm apologizing I should ask if you had a fantasy in mind before I just rail you into another dimension."

[pointofhonoria]

Crabb's teeth dig into her bottom lip, extremely aware of the fact the doors aren't thick enough to mask much noise up this close and trying to suppress even the low sound that Erin pinning her up against it earns. Warm body at her back, teeth and breath at her ear... her head thunks forward against the door.

"K-Kinda just want—" a shaky little exhale, "—wanna let you do whatever you want to me, th-this time. M'sure you'll make it worth the apology."

The Actual Smut Starts Here

[crushed_pearls]

"Anything?" Erin teases. Erin takes Honoria's arm and pins it behind her back; a hold that only needs one hand from Erin...

So that she can turn the other into a long, muscular tentacle, warm and sheathed in slime, which snakes its suckered form under Honoria's shirt. It leaves little marks from the suckers on Honoria's skin as it seeks her sports bra and simply tears it away into tatters. "I have a lot of anything, Honoria."

[pointofhonoria]

Crabb's breathing hitches the second the strange new textures touch her skin, and releases all at once when the bra is ripped away. The next noise out of her is a near whimper, followed quickly by a breathless, "Ohhh J-Jeezus Christ... mmhm, you— yeah you sure do, don't you. Fuck."

It's far from the sound of a complaint.

[crushed_pearls]

The tentacle snakes around Honoria's breasts, and Erin squeezes and massages them, the suckers pulling at her soft skin. She starts biting her lover's neck, making sure to leave unmistakable marks.

"It seems to me," Erin purrs between bites, "that you have more than just physical training to do. You yearn to be a slut for me, don't you? You want the whole world to see that you're hot and fuckable and that I fuck you."

[pointofhonoria]

Crabb's teeth dig hard into her lip to stop herself from making noise loud enough to pass through the door, which only serves to make those noises that come out anyway more obvious. "E-Erin—"

It's patently unfair that Erin can get closer to defining what it is about the idea of being seen or known that's appealing beneath the fear than Crabb could in her own head. Even as she does it's hard to make herself agree, the fluster at the thought is just that hard to break through.

[crushed_pearls]

"Sometimes," Erin murmurs in Honoria's ear, "when I'm in the shower getting off by myself, it's thinking about Ylva stuffing you full in the gym while you cling to the punching bag for dear life. Now..."

She lets go of her girlfriend's arm so she can undo Honoria's belt one-handed and start stripping her, still giving her breasts attention with that warm tentacle.

"...We're going to train you. Little baby steps, Honoria, until you understand that you're my handsome slut and you deserve all the fucking you want. Let's start with affirmations. What are you?"

[pointofhonoria]

Erin you can not do this to her when you're also expecting her to talk to Ylva again at some point, Christ she's doomed—

The released arm immediately moves to brace against the door, fingers curling against it. It's only getting harder to keep herself quiet enough not to be immediately audible to people passing outside.

"God, Erin— I-I—" She digs her teeth back into her lip and makes a noise that's equal parts frustrated and aroused. It's a little harder to get the words out than that little 'I am' she managed back at the resort.

[crushed_pearls]

"Why struggle when you know how good it will feel when you give in?" Erin purrs softly. She drops Honoria's pants and underwear before slapping her girlfriend's bare ass. "Step out of them. You're getting a new wardrobe for this event anyway."

[pointofhonoria]

Crabb's stepping out of the pooled material before Erin even finished the whole sentence, following that instruction is easy. The following statement raises a lot of questions she doesn't ask, content to stew in the anticipation of what the Hell she means.

All she manages to get out, quiet and breathless, is a shaky, "H-Handsome."