[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

[crushed_pearls]

"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."

[pointofhonoria]

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."

[crushed_pearls]

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

It's clearly an Order.

[pointofhonoria]

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.

[crushed_pearls]

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.

[pointofhonoria]

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.

[crushed_pearls]

"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.

[pointofhonoria]

Knowing something would surely be coming doesn't actually stop her from being caught off guard when it does, especially not after falling into that steady repetition. She doesn't stumble or anything so dramatic, but she does falter and stall the exercises with a sharp little gasp. "Erin—"

[crushed_pearls]

"I didn't say stop," Erin returns sharply, still fondling with her cloth body. "This could be your future, Honoria. Wearing me out in public. Getting pleasure as you go about your day. If you find your courage you could even throw your coat on now and go do laundry while I fuck you, but only once you're ready..."

Here's the thing about Contracts; each Clause is distinct, and each has its own rules. Erin's lesser powers of Mirror let her gain distinctly human or Lost features. They don't say she can't do that when she isn't human.

A hot, wet tongue starts licking Honoria's asshole, teasing and savoring.

[pointofhonoria]

No, she didn't say stop and Crabb tries to get back to it promptly despite the distraction, but the licking is a whole new problem of its own in that she's surprised enough for one leg to try to give out under her. She catches herself, stays on her feet, but it's a close thing and she still has to take a moment to drag her hand down her face, breathe, and curse under her breath.

"Always full 'a surprises, you. Jeezus—"

She does get back to it, once she thinks she can do so without fumbling again, but Christ.

[crushed_pearls]

The licking only gets bolder, and wetter. "So are you, Honoria. You like having a tasty ass? I could eat it all day...'

[pointofhonoria]

"G-God—" Getting Crabb to be able to do much more than get more flushed or sputter in the face of dirty talk is going to be a process all of its own. Right now it really is taking all of her self control just to keep herself on her feet. That might not even last, not with the way she fully expects Erin to only escalate further.

[crushed_pearls]

"Mmm, thought just hit me that you could wear me as a bra while Ylva has you...gotta float that by her."

She's holding off on the physical escalation. Emphasis physical.

[pointofhonoria]

"God, Erin, I still gotta have a normal conversation with her—" It's damn near a whine because she knows Erin knows exactly what she's doing.

[crushed_pearls]

"I don't want to hear protests. I want a yes or no: do you want her? None of us love the way we're told to. There's no rules to break."

[pointofhonoria]

Even with inhibitions lowered, arousal in control and Erin asking the way she is— it's still just a bridge further than she's able to cross easily, right now, talking about someone she barely knows at this point like this. She has not gotten past the fluster that possessed her when Erin teased her about Cass in similar ways, before.

"Erin." Definitely a whine, definitely a little mentally overwhelmed.

[crushed_pearls]

"Oh, fine. But my mercy is not free."

Something rubbery and definitely cock-shaped begins growing inward from the crotch of the Erin suit, sliding inside of Honoria as the outfit only pulls on tighter.

[pointofhonoria]

Crabb's knees threaten to buckle again and this time one does, hitting the floor before she can catch herself. A curse slips between her lips, tangled with a low moan.

[crushed_pearls]

"Oh there's more, love."

The intrusion begins vibrating. Erin would comment further but this is how she's learning that this tickles and so she's trying desperately not to laugh.

[pointofhonoria]

Any ability to affectionately snark that there's always more with Erin is already dead before she has half a mind to say it in the first place. Her hand flies up over her mouth.

[crushed_pearls]

"We need to work on your stamina, my fierce flower," Erin teases as if she doesn't take literally any excuse to be with Honoria. "How are you supposed to enjoy me in secret if you break down at a little old thing like being introduced to advanced vibrator technology?"

(...Is...like I know we're having sex here but is this sexual bullying?)

...

....

......You know, good question head voice, let's get back to that later.

[pointofhonoria]

"L-Little old thing," Crabb gets out, though not before spending a moment biting her own hand lightly. She huffs faintly, "C-Christ, Erin."

As if she'd have any actual complaints about any possible 'work' to be done.

[crushed_pearls]

"Mmmhm," Erin agrees, before bringing the setting on the vibrator up higher. "Though you're remarkable about not cumming without permission...or are you embarrassed to soak me through, Honoria?"

[pointofhonoria]

"L-Like— like you'd ever be embarrassed," which, notably, is not the question being asked, and yet probably somewhat of an answer in itself. Her other leg gives to leave her on her knees entirely and she breaks off into a whine.

[crushed_pearls]

"Do it then," Erin orders. "Soil me, cum all over your clothes so anyone who looks at you could tell."