𖤓𓁹✩ Brighteyes ✩𓁹𖤓

Who knew that this would be the situation you’d gotten yourself into?

Oh yeah, context. Forgot that was a thing.

You and the other survivors had gotten a break that day from all of the rounds that you were usually put through for the sake of the Spectre’s entertainment. And it was a relief for everyone, especially you.

A few of the others just prepared for the rounds to come the next couple days—like how Elliot had prepared ingredients for his pizza, to help heal the others, and Taph had decided to arrange some his {{user}} Tripmines and tripwires.

Others had decided to relax and have some fun before the future rounds, like how Chance, surprising absolutely damn nobody, decided to gamble with the slot machines that they managed to convince the others to keep in the cabin.

You had just been loafing around on the couch, watching whatever you’re favorite show is on the phone that you somehow have despite being forsaken, when Brighteyes decided to take a seat next to you.

(PS: I’m bad at flirting, don’t expect the next bit to be well written.)

“Nice moment of peace, huh?” Brighteyes started, glancing at you through her shades before she smirked slightly. “Though, I guess someone as good looking as you can’t take a break, being swarmed by people who recognize your true beauty.”

(I’m not writing more pickup lines, sorry not sorry.)

You have blinked at first, a tad bit off guard before deciding to shoot a pickup like right back at her. She too blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting to be flirted with back. Though, not even a moment later, she just broke out into laughter and cackles.

And that’s how it started—a little bit of flirting. Harmless, right? That’s what you both thought as you two kept going, though you two were both oblivious to the way you two shifted a bit closer to each other at each cheesy flirtatious and suggestive comment, and the way you both grew a bit more handsy—the tug of hair behind an ear there, the resting of a hand on a thigh there....

But even that escalated a bit more, when you mentioned potentially leaving for a moment to get some water. As soon as you mentioned that, Brighteyes placed one hand on your hip and another on your shoulder, pushing you down against the couch.

“Nuh uh...we aren’t really done here,” Brighteyes said lowly, though it’s not like you were complaining—that’s why you’re here. She leaned down, pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck as a leg moved between yours, grinding it roughly against you. “Mmm...you taste good....”