paddle your own canoe

scott blackwood. twenty three.  head of security.   May the angels p r o t e c t me if all else should fail; when the last ship sails.

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Scott’s brain went a little fuzzy while he came undone. He listened to the sound of Eleanor’s voice in his ears like it was a symphony. Lying beside Eleanor, Scott, for the first time in a long time, felt relaxed. Like there wasn’t anything on god’s green earth that could make his mood turn sour. He put an arm around her as she leaned up to kiss him, finding it so easy to feel so relaxed about the entire situation. 

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Scott couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this with someone. The feeling of being intimate and hearing someone’s laugh mix with the sounds of her moaning in his ear. He felt everything he had been pretending not to, the feeling only intensifying as skin touch skin. He felt like he couldn’t be close enough to her as he breathed her name against the soft skin of neck. Scott sealed his gentleness with a soft nip at her chest.

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[scott-blackwood]

“Birdie,” Scott began with a chuckle before she cut herself off. “Birdie--stop talking,” He laughed before bringing his lips to hers again. When they hands linked, he pinned them over her head and continued to kiss her. He felt, in the midst of everything else, a sort of passion that he hadn’t felt in a terribly long time. Hearing his name fall from his lips sent a shiver down his spine despite the heat of the room. Some part of him needed it, to be with Eleanor like this without a care about consequences, to give in to what he’d so clearly wanted--her.

[scott-blackwood]

Describe Ivy with a song

“She’s Thunderstorms” by Arctic Monkeys

[scott-blackwood]

Most desired sexual fantasy

I’ve had an idea or two about a thing or two. Havin’ a bird dress up in one of those sexy little get-ups is always appealin’.

[scott-blackwood]

Who was your greatest love?

I had an affair with a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue Label that one of the lads had stolen from a liquor shop when we were kids. It was a brief love affair, but oi, was it intense.

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Describe Sam with a song

“Tomorrow Comes A Day Too Soon” by Flogging Molly

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Scott, a little distracted by his recent discovery, snapped his attention towards Eleanor’s face at the tail end of what she was saying. He chuckled, a little distractedly, and nodded. “Aye,” Scott said with an excited smirk. “Very sexy,” He added. “But save it for later, aye?” He finished just before his lips collided with Eleanor’s again. It wasn’t much longer before clothes were gone and Scott was consumed by all things Eleanor. He growled lightly against Eleanor’s skin, his teeth softly grazing against her. In a breathy whisper, he let out her name as he moved to wrap her legs around his hips.

[eleanorstclair]

Time seemed to freeze around them, as if Scott and Eleanor were the only two things in space moving right now. In the midst of all of their anger and yelling something switched inside of them both to lead them here; laid out bare for one another just like they used to be when they were teenagers. Every touch of Scott’s fingers on Eleanor’s skill was just right, leaving her breathless and unable to remember just what it was they were even fighting about before because he made her feel so good. Everything reminded her of being seventeen–the way Scott smelled and the way he kissed her, but at the same time, it was an entirely new experience that she couldn’t quite describe. All Eleanor knew was that she needed this, needed him, right now, and she could only hope that by the way he touched her he was feeling the same. 

[scott-blackwood]

Scott, upon breaking his lips away from Eleanor’s, took a breath and a moment to let his hands get reacquainted with the curvature of her body. It was only then that he noticed a particular piece of metal in a very particular spot. He laughed, smiling boyishly. “That’s new,” He murmured, quirking an eyebrow at Eleanor and giving her a smirk. He moved his lips to her neck, pressing gentle kisses down her skin as his hands fidgeted with her pants. Scott tried to be gentle, despite the jittery, excited feeling that felt like he couldn’t get to her fast enough. 

[eleanorstclair]

Old emotions felt like a shower over her head, and she couldn’t step out from beneath the stream. All of the feelings she’d pent up were expressing themselves in her kisses against Scott’s skin, in her hands over his muscled body. Eleanor could cry over how badly she wanted him, how she’d deny herself the feeling of wanting him for so long now. She smirked, her eyes half-lidded, as he slid up over her own body. Eleanor wanted to say something, anything about how she was feeling, but the words wouldn’t come. Somehow, she felt that they didn’t need words right now. She let out a soft moan as Scott kissed her jaw, her eyes closing at the feeling. Her hands found the hem of his shirt and she tugged it upward over his head. Eleanor wasn’t shy about looking at his torso, her fingers lightly running over his exposed skin. 

[scott-blackwood]

Scott didn’t realize how badly he wanted his clothes off of him until Eleanor was tugging at them. Despite the goosebumps subtly forming on his arms, he felt warm all over. After a moment of watching Eleanor rake her eyes across him, he moved back down to kiss her again. This time, he hand moved her shirt up little by little until it pooled at her chest. Taking only a moment to move his lips away from hers, he pulled her shirt off of her and tossed it aside. A breathless Scott buried his lips in crook of her neck before moving his mouth to the parts of her freshly exposed to him.

[ivy-acheart]

“Don’t worry, it’ll be a long time comin’ for us to admit you’re right all the time,” she winked, continuing to giggle with him. “I believe it. But I hope ye catch a glimpse of rose in the mirror. It was the glasses ye saw me with that got me here, doin’ what I love in Hawaii - of all places! I just - I wanna do for you what you did for me, ye know?” she offered, her eyes darting between him and her feet. Sure, she still didn’t see herself with those rose colour glasses, but there was a time when Scott believed in her. She liked to think that he still did. And if he did, then there had to be something about her that was good, something redeemable, something worth loving. So she did what she had to, to try and be that person, the one that her sister could be proud of. Sure, she had her vices, with her itching arm and her burning throat, but she was trying. That had to matter, right? “I wouldn’t’ve known ye well enough to not leave a return address,” she teased. “Well if we are bums, at least we got good backsides,” she laughed. “But really love, you’re the opposite of a bum. Ye care, ye do for others, ye act - ye’r head of security! Ye got a name, ye matter, Scott,” she smiled, telling him what she’s sure he already knew - at least she hoped he did. “Just cause ye’ve gotten on fine, doesn’t mean I don’t worry bout ye and who’s takin’ care of ye. It’s your tough, cause just like ye always worry, so do I.” 

[scott-blackwood]

“Aye, well,” Scott chuckled. “I’ll be waitin’ for that day,” He gave a gentle sigh the longer Ivy spoke and he gently nodded his head. “I’m proud of ye, Ives,” Scott assured her as he put his hand on her knee and rubbed it gently. “And I’m glad yer here,” He added. Scott knew that Ivy’s struggles with her addiction were far from over, but here. “If ye really want to do that, then there is somethin’ ye could do. I’m just sure it’s not something yer not interested in,” Scott shrugged, wondering if she’d know what he wanted for her. What he’d always wanted for her. “Aye, and the only reason I’ve gotten the job in the first place is because people are scared of me. Not that I’m saying that they’re wrong to, but still,” He argued. Scott wondered what would happen if his staff--including his brother and one of his very closest friends--found out about Scott’s life in Scotland. Would they still look at him the same? Probably not. “There’s much less for ye to worry about on me behalf here. I’m not concerned about gettin’ a knife pulled on me here,” He joked poorly.

[scott-blackwood]

Would you try exhibitionism?

That’s having sex in a public place, yes? Who says I haven’t already?

[scott-blackwood]

what do you think is gonna come out of messing around with Ivy AND Eleanor??

Another huge mess, most likely. But what else is new anymore?

[scott-blackwood]

whatcha gonna do about doing the nasty with eleanor??

Your guess is as good as mine.

[scott-blackwood]

one wish, anything you want. go.

I wish I knew that I had a brother sooner.

[scott-blackwood]

what's your favorite memory of eleanor?

Sneakin’ out onto the docks late night and listening to her point out constellations while I pretended to understand a lick of what she was talking about.