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]

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?"

[itswhoyouare]

Anna gets comfortable in his arms, head resting against his shoulder as she sighs. He's warm and strong and oddly safe and she just wants to freeze the moment forever.

She lifts her head when she thinks she hears footsteps, sitting up slowly. "I think a bed is a lot more comfortable than a blanket on the concrete. How about my place?" She wiggles her brows playfully, gathering her clothes as she starts getting dressed.

[retrieverchef]

He actually pouts at that suggestion. "And get walked in on."

Really, it apparently hasn't occurred to him that that's even more likely here. "Wish I could take ya back to my place." And he doesn't mean his room on the third floor.

[itswhoyouare]

"That's way less likely to happen there than up here. I don't have very intrusive roommates," she points out with a wink, arching to pull her jeans up and button them.

With her back turned to Eliot, scar and the edge of the tattoo on her lower back fully visible now, she reaches for her bra and slips it on. She struggles with securing the hooks for a brief second, wincing as the pain in her shoulder from where Neeshka shot her with an arrow flares up.

"Where is home for you?" She asks gently, glancing back at him over her shoulder briefly. There's very little that she knows about Eliot, after all.

[retrieverchef]

"Boston." His voice is quiet as he reaches to trace her scar. "How'd that happen, darlin'?"

[itswhoyouare]

Anna flinches briefly upon contact, exhaling sharply as her entire body stiffens and she makes it a point to avoid looking back at Eliot at all. She's been hoping he wouldn't ask, but considering their circumstances...

"I was 17, on my way home from a volunteer event on my birthday and I didn't realize I was bein' followed. I got struck upside the head and knocked to the ground. There was a man on my back, pinnin' me to the ground with a knife under my shirt and he just... carved into me. He flipped me over, cut my shirt and bra open, ripped my shorts off and he--" Her eyes close as she tries to block out the flashes of memories that threaten to send her into an episode of PTSD.

"Raped me. He beat me within an inch of my life and had the audacity to call an ambulance after he left. I'm fourth of eight total with the scar. And the only one who ever fought back."

[retrieverchef]

"I... Anna..." He trails off for a moment before hugging her again, not tightly, just enough to shield her from the man who's not there anymore. It brings him back to his own, much more recent memories, even though they're mercifully less violent. "I'm so sorry. I... I wish I could go back an' stop him before he got to ya. I won't... I won't let anythin' like that happen here. I promise."

[itswhoyouare]

The hug jolts her out of the flashbacks and she buries her face in his neck, clinging to him tightly for a moment until her body stops trembling in remembrance. His words mean a lot, especially in his current predicament but when he promises to protect her from it here she lifts her head, shaking it. "Shouldn't make promises like that, when neither of us have any control over that."

Lifting a hand, she tucks some hair behind Eliot's ear and offers a grateful half-smile. "I should be the one makin' that promise to you. And besides... you keep talkin' like that and you could make a girl fall for you."

[retrieverchef]

He shakes his head. "I mean it, Anna. I'll do what I gotta do to keep ya safe. Whatever it takes."

He kisses her forehead before tracing the scar again. "It's not your job to protect me. And ya shouldn't have to be this strong again."