🌊 le déluge

[familycrest]

● WHO: trevor belmont (familycrest), bobbi morse (covertness) + various
● WHAT: june catch all + event
● WHEN: june
● WHERE: all over
● WARNINGS: sex, aphro, love darts, possibly consentacles, cuddles, will add more as needed

[ fake cut is fake, starters in the comments. hit me up @ abiosis / tona#8599 or via plotting comment if you'd like to do anything with trevor and/or bobbi! ]

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bless u for using his proper title

[tombom]

[ Naturally after being cooped up out of the rain for so long, Bellamy wants to go back out and explore as soon as it's dry again. He's never seen plant life grow in such a short amount of time and something tells him (a voice inside his head that sounds a lot like Monty) not to get too close to what he doesn't recognize.

But even when he's being cautious, a dart ends up flying through the air and hitting him. The hell? He's pretty sure there's nobody hidden in the greenery, unless they're the best damn camouflagers in existence, which suggests a plant did it. Shit. He starts to panic, thinking he's been poisoned, but instead the attack leaves him feeling something entirely different to being sick. He might be sweating like he has a fever but he's hard—

And suddenly a beautiful woman is in front of him, looking as equally wrecked as he is. He tries to focus on her face but his eyes keep roaming over her body he'd normally be more subtle about sneaking a look at - her breasts, her ass, her thighs - fuck. ]

You okay? [ Clearly he isn't and he's already closing the distance between them like there's no stopping what's about to happen. ]

ofc!!!

[covertness]

[ is she okay? the part of bobbi that's still clinging to awareness and rational thought almost laughs at the question because no, she's not at all okay and at the same time, she's great. she can't help but notice the way his gaze drops to her body, the way it lingers. she couldn't blame him for it even if she wanted to, not with the way her own gaze drops to his shoulders, his arms, the bulge in his pants, clearly visible. ]

Yeah. [ god, he looks good. she wants to touch him and he's already crossing the distance between them. bobbi reaches out to curl one hand over his shoulder, dragging him in. ] No. I need -