The sweet naiveté of her coy shrug gives Faye all the answer she needs, but she won’t make a spectacle or draw attention to the fact that she knows. It’s a shame, she thinks, that wonderful girls like Ruby can be given underwhelming love. 

It doesn’t bother Ruby that Faye knows she and the boys are the best she’s ever had. She’s young and timid, there’s no use dancing around something so obvious. 

Faye, smiling wickedly, helps pull the girl’s dress off, discarding it by tossing it on top of the heads of the kissing boys, the cloth obscuring them from view. They laugh against each other’s lips and don’t bother coming out from underneath.

Ruby blinks, almost surprised at such boldness, cheeks flushing so hot she’s certain they all must notice, even if the boys can’t see her. 

Faye giggles, filled with mischievous delight; is there nothing more delicious than pulling someone toward wickedness? She eats up the kisses like candy, becoming almost urgent as she returns them. She bites Ruby’s lip, purring, and shakes Dorian off herself like an article of clothing, rolling atop the other girl and pressing kisses down her throat. 

Faye must tickle her throat with those kisses, because there’s a bright trill of laughter from Ruby as she feels her lips on her skin. Blonde hair fans around her face, and Ruby smiles, has a certain glint in her eyes that might not have been there before. She grows more comfortable by the minute, more comfortable with the situation, with her companions. Faye, especially, has a knack for easing the hesitancy she’d felt.

Faye is acutely aware of everything going on around her. Her attention is focused on Ruby, but she still feels and enjoys the touch of her cousin’s hands, the sight of Dominic as he traces patterns on the blonde girl’s skin. Unlike Ruby, she could never disregard all else that is happening in a situation like this; the forbidden nature of such an affair is far too enticing to her — four tangled together, all wild and wicked, all loving her. She thrives on this. 

ruby takes it more as a suggestion, than permission . eyes flicker downward, falling upon faye’s chest, dropping a little lower to graze over her navel. eyes wander as she takes in the sight, and remains overly conscious of how long she spends doing so. she breathes in deeply, rolls her hips forward.

Faye’s fingertips trace delicately over Ruby’s inner thighs. She watches the girl, how reactive she is, and shares a short glance with her co-conspirators; there’s a smile on her lips and in her eyes, sweet as it is wicked. For a moment, she does nothing, allowing everyone to bask in the torture of anticipation — and then she begins to rub, ever so lightly, between the other girl’s legs, through the fabric of her panties. 

ruby must hold her breath, too, feeling as though she’s infinitely more tense than the rest of them. she forgets about the boys , forgets where she is, focused entirely on faye and the languid movement of her hands.

Dominic is respectful, willing to hesitate if he feels any resistance — but he doesn’t; she is too wrapped up in the moment, under Faye’s spell. He understands how hypnotized she must be, how special she must feel. He knows how important this moment is, so he doesn’t do anything to distract the women, being as discreet as he can be in slipping off her dress. He then presses soft kisses to her spine, his hand resting lightly on her hip.

she’s dead . heaven is an antique bed, silken sheets and three beautiful people with their hands all over you. apparently.