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...

Comments

[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."

[itswhoyouare]

Anna chokes on a gasp, eyes tearing up just a bit at his words and she has to bite her tongue so she doesn't do anything stupid like say something that will make things awkward later. "Eliot, more... I want you..." She whimpers into his ear as she grasps at his back.

[retrieverchef]

He nods, his head moving against her skin. His thrusts become deeper and a little harder. "Anything for you."

[itswhoyouare]

"Shouldn't say things like that, y'know. Might give a girl some ideas..." she makes it out before the thrusts get harder and she moans loudly, arching up into him and biting her nails into his shoulder gently.

[retrieverchef]

"Maybe... Ungh..." He bites his lips as her nails leave mild scratches. Not that he minds. "Was tryin' to."

[itswhoyouare]

"Never know what kinda ideas I might get. Could be dangerous," she purrs, grip relaxing as she kisses him and hugs him tightly, feeling her climax building as she moans desperately.

[retrieverchef]

"Wanna see... that," he breathes, his hands tangling in her hair again at the kiss.

[itswhoyouare]

"Eliot I'm-- I'm gonna--" she chokes out against his lips, rolling her hips up into him to encourage the final push. She's ready.

[retrieverchef]

He nods, his thrusts growing erratic as he also feels himself getting close. He catches her lips again, the kiss searing as his arms tighten around her again.

[itswhoyouare]

She reaches up to cup his face with one hand while the other tangles in his hair as she kisses him, back arching as she orgasms, breaking the kiss to moan out Eliot's name while she rides out the pleasure wave.

[retrieverchef]

"Anna," he gasps as her orgasm drives him over the edge. He collapses just beside her after, his fingers tracing lazy patterns over her skin. "Thank you," he whispers.

[itswhoyouare]

Anna lays there, panting softly as she enjoys the sensation of Eliot's fingers on her skin for a minute so she can catch her breath. She turns her head to look at him, vaguely puzzled at his words. "For what?"

[retrieverchef]

"For this, for..." He trails off at a loss for words. He's never been one to talk much about his feelings. This, he finds, is even harder to talk about. "For makin' this perfect."

[itswhoyouare]

Something tells her he's not exactly used to these moments, and the effort makes her smile softly. She rolls onto her side facing him, propping on her elbow. "I didn't really do anythin', so ... uh, you're welcome?"

[retrieverchef]

"It's not nothin'," he insists, cupping her cheek with one hand. "This was... It meant something."

[itswhoyouare]

She looks shocked, then relieved to hear it meant something. Rationally, she knows this, but her heart needs some convincing. She's got so many walls around her to keep out these sorts of things but here comes Eliot, crashing right through them. "I-- This wasn't just some sort of one-night stand fueled by desperation on Valentine's Day?"

Yep. This is what you get with Anna. Optimism buried beneath layers upon layers of sarcasm and shallow pessimism.

[retrieverchef]

He wraps his arms around her again, shaking his head. "Had nothin' to do with Valentine's Day," he murmurs. "Has everythin' to do with you."

He sighs contentedly. "Can we just stay here forever, let them go fuck themselves?"