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

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

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.

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"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?"

"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.

"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?"

"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."

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

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.

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."

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."

"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."

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.

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."

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.

"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?"

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.

"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."

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."

"Good girl. You're very handsome, and you should tell yourself that more often." Erin withdraws her tentacle, turning it back into a human hand so she can pull Honoria's shirt off. She turns Honoria around, pressing her back against the door again. "Stay."

Erin steps back and starts stripping herself. She, too, is in less clothes than normal - training is training, don't do it in thick layers - but she's really drawing it out, making a show of it. Each article is tossed onto Honoria's bed, where it would very much be in the way...

...If Erin had any intention of using that bed.

Something that Crabb would probably put together if her head wasn't already completely clouded by everything else, and if all her attention wasn't squarely on Erin herself rather than where her clothes end up.

She does exactly as she's told. Stays there against the door, just watching, breathing stuttering just a little.

"That's my fierce flower. You're going to do the stretches and exercises you should have done before training..."

Erin vanishes behind a haze of smoke; her Mantle is flaring in response to her use of magic. When it clears there's a scandalous, white, one piece swimsuit in Erin's place.

It speaks in her voice: "...While wearing me."

One day she's going to stop being surprised by Erin's shapeshifting choices (no, no she isn't). Crabb's face discovers a whole new shade to turn as momentary confusion passes in favour of true realisation and she swallows. Hard.

"...Jeezus, Erin. I-I— wow. Okay. Um."

"Well?" The swimsuit flaps itself at Crabb. "Get dressed."

It's clearly an Order.

God help her you're going to kill her one day from sheer fluster, Erin. The noise she makes is a clear sign she knows that's an Order, but it still takes her an extra couple seconds to pull herself together enough to move away from the door and step over to Erin.

It's still very strange to handle her like this, but Crabb does as she's told.

Erin-the-swimsuit settles on Crabb nice and tight, pulling herself tight against her girlfriend. "Mmmm, I can really feel that muscle like this. Go on, admire us in the mirror while you do your stretches. Look at your body on display, fierce flower."

The teasing will begin soon. First is psychological warfare.

The actual sensation of wearing her is no less strange right now than anything before it, and the reminder that Erin can very much still move and adjust like this does register faintly, but it's taking all her composure to do as Erin tells her to. Which she does, moving over to the mirror.

Crabb does not spend much time in front of the mirror. Sometimes, when she's trying new clothes, but rarely and certainly not in this state of dress. She does not spend a lot of time nude or even in her underwear. She does not pay close attention to her own body in this way.

But despite feeling a little squirmy about it, she starts her stretches and watches the mirror.

"Only you can see us in that mirror right now, Honoria. I can't, but I've seen you nude, and clothed, and I'm willing to bet you're a fucking vision."

Wait for it. Erin lets Crabb get into the rhythm of the stretching, and when she's sure her girlfriend is quite into the repetition of it, the fabric over Crabb's nipples tightens and pulls. It's not quite the same pressure as Erin's fingers, but it's quite a lot for cloth - and it comes with squeezing her breasts as well.

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The Actual Smut Starts Here

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