OPEN Valentine's Day Plot

[thebiddingbaron]

WHO | Everyone
WHAT | Baron sends Valentine's Day gifts to Tribute Tower.
WHEN | Valentine's Day!
WHERE | Tribute Tower
WARNINGS / NOTES | Warnings for drug use and all of the things that go with that. Possibly also sexual themes. The OOC post for this is here.




On the morning of February 14th when the Tributes come down for breakfast they're greeted by an impressive holiday themed spread. Pink and red baked goods, chocolates shaped like hearts, beautiful red and pink flowers, adorable stuffed animals all line the table.

On the table is also a sign in cursive that reads:

To our beloved Tributes, Victors, Mentors, Escorts and Stylists. Enjoy your holiday. -- Bartlett Industries

Most of the sweets are completely harmless, but if the Tributes taste the chocolate covered cherries or caramels they find themselves suddenly acting very strangely...

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[retrieverchef]

He's too preoccupied to really notice the scar. His mind is much more focused on the taste of her skin as he trails kisses and love bites from her ear down her neck to her shoulders. He grinds lightly against her, enjoying both the company and the friction.

[itswhoyouare]

Anna moans softly at the bites, hips grinding down in response and her fingernails biting lightly into Eliot's back. She kisses his cheek and forehead, cradling his head to her shoulder while she grinds slowly, teasingly in lap, as if she's determined to tease him forever.

[retrieverchef]

He moans happily. "Ya tryin' to kill me here, darlin'?" he teases, his fingers moving to unfasten his jeans. It's just not enough anymore. He wants more.

[itswhoyouare]

Anna chuckles thickly, running her fingers through Eliot's hair as he unfastens his jeans. "No, but I think there's still too many clothes." Chewing her bottom lip she undoes her jeans and arches off his lap just enough to get the denim down to her knees before returning to her spot and leaning in for a kiss.

[retrieverchef]

He takes the opportunity to lose his own jeans, sliding them down as far as he can without standing. "Way too many," he murmurs, catching her lips. A finger slips inside her underwear, still just teasing yet.

[itswhoyouare]

Anna can't even form words when Eliot starts teasing her, gasping and moaning into the kiss. She slips her tongue past his lips, demanding a more passionate kiss as she wiggles in his lap, already dripping wet and practically begging him for more.

[retrieverchef]

He sucks on her tongue, closing his eyes. He slips a finger inside her. Just one for now. As much as he wants to go faster, he doesn't want to hurt her and she's tight.

[itswhoyouare]

She whimpers happily, letting herself get stretched out slowly while her hands wander south to Eliot's lap, where she begins stroking him through his underwear and breaking free of the kiss to catch her breath.

[retrieverchef]

He gasps as her hand moves south. His head falls onto her shoulder and he kisses the base of her neck. He works a second finger into her, smiling giddily. He suddenly finds himself laughing quietly.

[itswhoyouare]

She moans at the second finger, biting her lower lip and arching her back until she adjusts, hand slowly rubbing him over the fabric until she registers the laughter.

But when the laughter registers, her brow arches and her hand stops. "Somethin' funny?"

[retrieverchef]

He arches into her hand as it stops. "Us, here. Doing this. And can't do a fuckin' thing to stop it."

He laughs happily as he continues stretching her. "Shoulda done this sooner."

[itswhoyouare]

"I don't see how that's funny," she replies appearing comically confused at his response. Her body, however, doesn't protest the stretching and she's beginning to need more to satisfy her urges.

"I'm not that easy, Eliot," she moans playfully, nipping at his neck and soothing the bites with her tongue while her hand returns to work.

[retrieverchef]

"It's not funny," he replies breathily. "It's amazing. It's like bein' home."

His lips trace their way down her chest to her breast. He licks one nipple playfully before sucking it into his mouth. Meanwhile, he eases another finger inside her as his thumb circles her nub.

[itswhoyouare]

"And we haven't even gotten to the best--" she stops mid-sentence to moan at the added digit, vision blurring from the pleasure she's feeling right now. Her free hand tangles in Eliot's hair as she starts rocking into his hand.

"Eliot..." she whimpers into his hair, fingers gripping at the band of his underwear impatiently.

[retrieverchef]

He pulls his fingers out of her and turns them so he can lay her down gently. He tugs at her underwear, pulling it down to meet her jeans. He slides his own down as he kneels between her legs.

"Who says we haven't?" he teases before leaning forward to kiss her as her enters her carefully.

[itswhoyouare]

Anna doesn't even bother with being a smartass, she's too focused on how gentle Eliot is when he lays her down in spite of how hot and heavy it was when they started. This feels less like lust and a drugged haze and more like something intimate and genuine.

She kicks off the remainder of her clothes quickly, returning Eliot's kiss with a muffled gasp, trying to remember how this works because her brain is mush and it feels so good and her dry spell is finally broken.

[retrieverchef]

It is intimate and genuine. The feelings he has for her... He had never intended to feel like this about anyone again but she's gotten through his defenses somehow. His hands roam her body, trying to memorize every inch, every tiny movement, as he begins to thrust gently. He's enjoying this but, really, it's all about her and making her feel as special as she is.

[itswhoyouare]

Anna moans happily, hooking a leg around him to keep him close while she arches her back beneath him. Her skin tingles under his touch, like fire to her soul as his fingers trace her scars old and new. Her fingers thread through his har and she arches up to kiss him adoringly.

[retrieverchef]

"Anna," he breathes into the kiss. Then his tongue meets her lips, teasing them lightly. No one else exists for him right now. No Cruentus, no Capitol bastards renting his body, no Gamemakers waiting to make him kill again. Just them. He wants to somehow make this last forever.

[itswhoyouare]

"Eliot," she breathes back, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him close while she rocks with him and moans happily. At this rate she's going to fall for him harder than she already is and she's not sure how that will work out.

[retrieverchef]

He smiles, pressing his face into her neck. He wants to memorize everything about this, to erase everyone else in the Capitol. His arms tighten around her, holding her almost desperately.

[itswhoyouare]

She senses a bit of desperation in his hold and her arms tighten around him in response, an attempt to comfort him in the only way she knows how. It's the most intimate she's been with anyone in a very long time.

[retrieverchef]

He relaxes in her arms, happy and content. He murmurs her name again quietly. "You're perfect. You..." He trails off into a moan.

[itswhoyouare]

Anna shifts her leg higher around Eliot's hips, pulling him deeper inside of her with a loud moan at his words. "Eliot, I'm not perfect. I'm far from it..." She manages breathily into his hair.

[retrieverchef]

He gasps at the further contact. "To me, you're perfect." His tone was gentle but didn't leave room for further argument. "Beautiful."