#garsanshimi

Trinity whimpered.

"Shh." Baran cooed above her. Her hips continued their slow grind along Trinity's abdomen, smearing her wetness across her heated skin. Trinity watched, mesmerized by the ripple of her back muscles. Baran looked back over her shoulder, eyes black with lust, "Just stay still for us, sweetheart."

Trinity was trying. It was nearly impossible to stop herself from squirming. Her arms ached where she was holding them above her head, gripping the headboard with white knuckles. Following instructions. Not touching.

Yolanda rocked her hips harder against Trinity's leg, and Trinity could feel her dripping down the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her own arousal was soaking the mattress between her legs, throbbing and untouched.

"She feels so good underneath us, Baran." Yolanda leaned forwards, capturing Baran in a searing kiss. Her hand came up to Baran's chest, rolling a nipple between her fingers, making her arch, hips grinding harder.

"Please. Please..." Trinity didn't know what she was begging for. She just knew she needed something, anything from the women on top of her.

They continued to lazily make out above her, the wet sounds of their tongues sliding and the little moans as they kept touching each other. Their hips never faltered, grinding languidly on Trinity's body.

She had never been more turned on in her life, her whole body alight with needneedneed. Her skin was on fire, her head hazy with the feeling of them using her for their own pleasure. The edges of her vision were slipping out of focus.

Yolanda's hand came up and for a heartstopping moment Trinity thought she was finally going to touch her, before her fingers reached for Baran's cunt.

The first press of fingers to her clit made Baran moan, obscene and throaty. Trinity clenched around nothing.

"Yes Yolo, right there eshgam, yes." Her head fell back, curls cascading between her shoulder blades.

Yolanda ran her tongue along Baran's exposed throat, and Trinity was transfixed on the sight of her spit leaving a glistening trail. Her hips bucked, and two hands immediately shot down, pinning her back to the mattress, one on her thigh, the other on her hip.

Yolanda looked at her through heavy lids, over Baran's shoulder, still pressed into her panting neck. "Be good for us, cariño. Baran's so close. I can feel how much she wants to spill all over you."

Trinity whined, grip tightening against the headboard. She wanted that, wanted Baran to coat her belly with her cum, wanted Yola to do the same to her thigh. She had a sudden vision of both of them dripping down her skin until they met in the middle, right at her cunt. Maybe they weren't going to touch her where she needed, but their cum could.

The thought made her lose the last shred of her composure. She slipped fully into subspace, body loose and theirs to use, nothing left in her head but them. Her mouth fell open, like it always did, desperate and babbling without a filter.

"Please, come on me, please, you can ride me, just for you, all for you."

Both women moaned, recognising where Trinity had finally reached. Baran's hips canted upwards, faster to match Yolanda's pace. "There she is, our good girl."

"Always so perfect. We're just going to use you a little longer, okay baby?" Yolanda pressed harder into the meat of Trinity's thigh, so wet she had to pull the leg into herself for friction. Her fingers dug into skin hard enough to bruise. "Just a little longer, you can take it, can't you sweet girl?"

Trinity's mind was liquid. Molten and desperate and languid all at the same time.

"Trinity."

She blinked through the haze. With great effort she brought the world back into enough focus to look at Yolanda. A question. She'd been asked a question.

"Yes. Yes I can take it, please give it to me."

They both ramped up, grinding harder and more sloppy as they chased their release. Baran clutched onto Yolanda's back, forehead pressed to her shoulder. She was gasping, higher and higher with every rock of her hips. It was the most beautiful sound Trinity had ever heard.

Trinity felt the rush of wetness as she came, scalding against her abdomen. She continued grinding, smearing it further, all along her belly, until eventually she slowed, panting.

Yolanda pulled her hand away. She ran her fingertips through the mess Baran had made, and Trinity shuddered. The first time they'd touched her with anything other than their cunts or to hold her down. Her fingers were lightning on her skin. She whimpered again.

Yolanda brought the wetness to Baran's lips and pushed it into her mouth. Baran let out a satisfied hum, and Yolanda's hips stuttered for the first time.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you come, Baran."

Baran released her fingers with a wet pop, smiling, blissed out and relaxed. Both hands fell to Yolanda's hips, and she helped her find a rhythm again. Pushing and pulling as Yolanda slid along Trinity's thigh. "I want to see you fall apart, Yolo. Our girl's been so good to us, you should give her what she asked for."

Trinity was floating beneath them. She felt so good, so warm. Baran had already covered her and now Yola was going to the same. They were so good to her. They were happy that she was being good for them. She'd do anything to stay beneath them both, their weight and their desire all around her.

With Baran's help it didn't take long for Yolanda to come too, biting down on Baran's shoulder as she drenched Trinity's thigh.

All three of them took a few long moments to catch their breath. Trinity's thigh and belly were ruined, covered in slick and cum. Some of it was starting to dry, becoming tacky against her skin.

Baran kissed Yolanda, sweet and quick, before lifting herself off Trinity's torso. Trinity whined at the loss.

"It's okay, azizam. I'm right here." Baran lay next to her, pressing her warm body along the length of hers. "You can let go of the bed now."

She hadn't even realised she was still holding it. Her fingers felt stiff as she released her grip, arms a throbbing ache as they came back down.

"You did so well for us, cariño." Yolanda also moved off Trinity's body, reaching to grab the wipes from the bedside table. She began to gently clean Trinity up, slowing down when her abdominal muscles spasmed. She kissed her thigh after she'd cleaned it, before laying on Trinity's other side.

Both of them pressed in close, arms slung across her chest and hip as they held her.

They were patient as Trinity resurfaced. They murmured soft praise into her ear. Ran their hands along her skin, grounding and tender. She floated back to reality surrounded by their gentleness. It felt less like an awakening and more like being carried back to bed as a child, safe and warm, when you could still hear the laughter in the next room.

When she felt like she was back in control she exhaled. She turned to kiss them both, one after the other, brief and content. "That was great."

Yolanda smiled against her shoulder. Baran hummed an agreement and said, "It was. You were so perfect for us."

The praise rolled through Trinity like a slow wave. She suddenly realised that Yolanda had only cleaned up her and Baran's messes.

Baran and Yolanda's hands moved in sync, trailing down her chest, moving steadily lower. Her breath hitched.

“Ten minutes My Love.” Yolanda whispers against Trinity’s skin.

“But it's fucking hot! I'm going to melt! The weather channel said it feels like 103. Let me gooo.” Trinity practically cries. 

“Azizam, the sunscreen has to set in. Your skin is too fair for us to knowingly let you do something that will get you burnt.” Baran says coming to sit in front of her. She takes the youngest woman's face in her hands and watches all the fight leave her. “There we go.” The oldest praises, leaning for a kiss. It's quick and Trinity chases for another. “Oh is this the only thing we needed to do to keep you here?”

Trinity nods vigorously. “Yep yep yep.” She says quickly leaning back in. 

Baran welcomes her, immediately by sliding her tongue over the Trinity’s bottom lip. The attending cockily hums as the R4 immediately trembles.

“So easy to distract. She's lucky we leave her alone at work. If we didn't we'd probably have at least eight scalpels in each of our feet.” Yolanda muses while nipping at the skin behind Trinity’s ear. She’s sweating to death in this beach tent but it’s worth to watch her younger girlfriend squirm.

Trinity pulls away from Baran immediately to turn herself to glare at Yolanda. “I would be fine at work, thank you very much.”

“That’s a very cute Tesoro but Baran literally put her hand at the base of your neck last month and you dropped the very expensive hospital tablet right on the floor.” Yolanda laughs.

“She scared me.” Trinity argues.

“I had been talking to you for five minutes.” Baran says before steering the woman in the middle’s attention back to her. Said woman is making the sadness little disgruntled noises. “Hey hey, none of that sweet girl. I think it’s cute that after two years we can still fluster you.”

Trinity just pouts out her lips. Baran responds by capturing her lips in a searing kiss that immediately makes the other woman moan against her mouth.

“Shhhh, Baby. We might be in a beach tent but we don’t want to end up Tiktok famous, do we?” Yolanda teases, while sucking at the same place Baran had put her hand at work. 

Baran and Yolanda, though unable to know they’re thinking the same thing, both secretly hope that Trinity will get so wrapped up in their ministrations that she’ll forget about the water. Not that they don’t want to go. But they both just love having their hands on Trinity. She’s in a forest green razorback bikini top and board shorts that hug her ass perfectly. 

But unfortunately for them (or maybe for the better with this insane heat), Trinity at times has a very accurate perception of time. It’s kind of eerie. This is one of those times as she gently pushes Baran back and grabs her phone. “There, it’s been fifteen minutes, I gave it an extra five to make you two feel better about my pasty ass. Release me from these bonds so I can jump in that fucking lake and cool off.” She demands already wriggling up and out of the other women’s grasps. Both of them look at her with these smiles that make Trinity ache with an odd sense of nostalgia. Someone else used to look at her like that. She can’t see it coming from her anymore, so seeing it from them makes that ache worth it. She pouts a big big pout.

Baran crumbles immediately with Yolanda following right after her. “Fine.” They say it is faux exacerbated unison. They giggle as they get up to Trinity’s height. The youngest hops up and down before unzipping the front. 

She turns to them and smirks. “Last one in the water has to bottom tonight.” She says sticking out her tongue and sprinting to the water’s edge as she cackles.

The older women walk together watching as Trinity dives straight in with a happy squeal. By the time they reach the water Trinity has dove under the water about ten times, each time popping back up with the biggest smile on her face. She swims close enough that she’s still waist deep. The women exchange a look and clasp hands before putting a foot in the water at the exact same time. 

“Oh no it’s a tie. That’s going to be horrible for you isn’t it Trin?” Yolanda asks with a smirk.

“Oh yes Azizam, can’t you see how distraught she is?” Baran teases, pulling Yolanda with her to make it their girlfriend. Though she was a bit bummed to leave the tent, now she definitely agrees with Trinity that the water is a good idea. “I can tell you’re very upset, Baby” She smirks leaning in to kiss her awestruck girlfriend. 

Despite her best efforts, Baran can still feel the way her feet drag a little as she heads towards her front door. Today's shift had been a slog and now here she is, an hour late, on her, Yolanda and Trinity's first anniversary.

The other two had today off and they at least all have tomorrow off, thanks to an awful lot of switching shifts and begging and stars aligning.

But she has been at the hospital all day and her girlfriends have been home and now she's just so goddamn tired.

She tries to find some energy to look somewhat upbeat when she steps through the door, because she knows Yolanda has undoubtedly cooked something elaborate for them all judging by the number of ingredients that appeared in her fridge this week.

(There's also the nagging frustation that she knows they had all been expecting to have some exceptionally enthusiastic sex tonight, given the way they had all talked about it the last time they had carved some time out to truly enjoy one another's bodies.

And she knows they won't mind if she's really too exhausted, but she was looking forward to it!)

"Hi baby," Trinity surprises her by the time she's barely shut the door behind her, is already reaching out to divest her of her bag as Baran smiles tiredly, toeing out of her shoes as she does.

"Missed you today." Baran mumbles, letting Trinity interlink their fingers as Yolanda's head pokes round the end of the hall from the kitchen, a bright smile on her face.

"Hi cariño," with a grin at Baran and then, brandishing the knife in her hand towards Trinity, "do not take too long, dinner is almost ready."

And Trinity is rolling her eyes playfully, tugging Baran towards the stairs, "We'll be good Yola, calm down." She says quietly, Baran stumbling after her on tired feet.

"I heard that!" Yolanda's voice follows them up the first couple of stairs.

And Trinity is laughing, Baran can't help but smile too, lets herself be guided into the bathroom, gentle hands against her hips to press her against the edge of the sink.

"Yola was being serious though," Trinity pouts, "I can take my time with you later, but strip please, and I'll get the shower going."

Something in Baran stirs in interest, but it's quickly overshadowed by the way her back complains as she shrugs out of her clothes, for once leaving them pooled messily on the floor.

Trinity is already stripping out of her own clothes, kicking them out of the way as she sticks a hand under the running water to test it.

"C'mere," Trinity reaches out for her, drying her damp hand on a towel before gathering up Baran's hair and tying it as best she could to keep it out of the spray of the water as they both step in.

The hot spray against her shoulder bleeds away some of the tension that has built up throughout the day, and Trinity kissing her softly helps even more.

Baran's head drops, forehead resting on Trinity's shoulder as she lets some of her weight slump onto the other woman.

"Long day?" Trinity murmurs, Baran can feel her hands start to wander over her back, gently tracing meaningless patterns.

Baran hums, "Yeah, wasn't even that bad, just a lot of little fires to put out all the time." Hums lower, more of a groan when Trinity begins to massage away as a particularly painful spot between her shoulder blades.

Yolanda is usually the one to give out massages, the talent of her hands know no bounds both Trinity and Baran have learnt. Except now, as Trinity gently spins Baran around so she's facing away from the other woman, it would seem Trinity has been learning from Yolanda. Her thumbs dig into a knot, deliciously painful as she works it loose.

Baran hisses in relief and Trinity asks, "Good?"

"Mhm, so good."

"Good," her voice filled with happiness that makes Baran smile too, "Asked Yola to show me how to do it properly today, want to make sure we look after you."

And god, Baran loves her girls, loves them so much that her eyes blur a little, and she can't find any words to express it around the very sudden lump in her throat. Instead, she lets Trinity work at yet another sore point in her back for a few more minutes, before extremely relucantly reminding her that Yolanda will kill them if they don't finish up soon.

Trinity grumbles good-naturedly, but reaches round to snag Baran's body wash before she can reach it, and Baran can't even make a teasing comment about Trinity is just looking for an excuse to get handsy with her, because when she faces her she's met with an overwhelmingly adoring expression.

By the time the two finally finish up and dry off, and Baran has ended up dressed in an almagamation of all three of their clothes, dinner is basically ready. She feels vaguely more human now, at least she feels less like a series of somewhat connected body parts that are all trying to function as one.

Yolanda has cooked a truly extravagent meal for them all, far too much food for the three of them to eat, they'll have leftovers to work through for days.

Yolanda who has just finished bringing over a bottle of wine to sit on the table that must be groaning under the weight of all the dishes, brightens when she sees her girls. Reaches out for Baran, who goes easily, kisses her the way she always does, firmly and full of confidence, in a way that always makes Baran's stomach flip even after a full year of it.

"You smell nice," Yolanda says, pulls her close and tucks Baran against her, "I thought I'd have to come up and drag you two out the shower."

"Hey!" An indignant yell from Trinity.

"She was showing me what you taught her." Baran explains, "She's a quick learner."

"Oh well we both know that." Yolanda says, swaying the pair of them on their feet gently. "We know how good she can be...sometimes."

Baran twists away from Yolanda's body enough to watch Trinity blush, glaring at them as she sits down at the table, waiting for them to join her instead of offering a response to that.

"Be nice, Yola." Baran grins, sits next to Trinity, running her fingers over the back of her neck as she does, delighting, like always, at the shiver she gets in response. And then, a little awed, "This looks amazing."

Trinity is nodding in agreement, eyes wide too. Yolanda who doesn't exactly get bashful, gets as close to it as she ever can, shrugs a little and focuses on pouring the wine for them, and Baran can see the way she preens about the compliment regardless.

Baran doesn't realise how hungry she is until she has time to think about it. Too many years of working so hard that she doesn't have time to think about her hunger cues has made it tricky for her to listen to her body properly.

They very graciously don't try to engage Baran in conversation until she's done inhaling the first few forkfuls of her meal, and she always marvels at what a hot shower and good food can do to lift her spirits.

"What did you two get up to today?" She asks eventually.

"Nothing really, we went for a run, grabbed coffee, oh I did manage to fix that cabinet door that wouldn't shut properly." Yolanda smiles a little proudly.

(Baran had been meaning to fix that for months, it had come lose when her son had decided the kitchen cabinets were things for him to swing off for a period of time.)

"Oh you didn't have to do that, it was your day off!" Baran tells her. "But thank you."

"I, uh, took a nap, whilst she was doing that." Trinity admits, "It was after our massage lesson, you know how sleepy that makes me." And Baran laughs, heart swelling, sips more of her wine. She's still bone tired in the way that even a solid 12 hours of sleep wouldn't fix, but it's slowly being overridden by how happy she is to be with her girls.

"Thank you for the flowers today," Yolanda adds, and Trinity echoes it. Baran had spied the two boquets she'd picked out to be delivered earlier, but she's glad her girls like them. In an ideal world, she would have been here to have presented them to them herself, but work always finds a way to intefere.

"I'm sorry I had to work today, it-"

"Don't apologise baby, we get it. We have tomorrow anyway, which means we have plenty of time tonight too." Trinity says, smirking at her, clearly excited at the prospect.

"She's been trying to jump my bones all day." Yolanda teases, raising a challenging eyebrow when Trinity opens her mouth to refute that.

"Can you blame me?" Trinity settles on, and Baran laughs, promptly caught off guard by a yawn that she tries to stifle behind her hand. "We don't have to though, if you're tired."

And god no, Baran does want sex, has been thinking about it for days now, of getting to tonight and being able to love on her girls. She just hadn't anticipated being this fucking exhausted.

"Really Baran, we can curl up on the sofa and let Trinity pick a shitty movie to watch if you want." Yolanda assures her.

It's stupid, because it's not even a big deal, of course they wouldn't want to have sex if she's not enthusiastic about it. It's not the first time one of them hasn't been in the mood so plans have shifted.

But there's something about today, a full year of these two amazing women being hers, about them always being so accommodating, understanding. Maybe she's just really too tired and it's fucking with her emotions and her reactions to perfectly normal things, but she can feel herself tear up a little.

Tries once to blink the tears back, but she can see that the other two have noticed. Trinity shuffles her chair to press up against her side and Yolanda reaches her hand out towards her and a few tears slip down her face, because she loves them so much. Loves the life they’ve begun to build, was sure after her failed marriage that it was proof she was too difficult to love between her seizures, her ambition, her need for perfection.

And these two women who love her anyway, unquestioningly.

"I love you both." Baran chokes out.

And she's glad neither of them push for more than that, don't ask her to unspool why she's feeling so much.

(Somebow the three of them have developed this knack of knowing when one of them just needs to say something or when they say something and they want input in return.

Like how sometimes Trinity says something about her past, about how it clearly warps her world view and she just needs it out of her brain, into the air between them.

Or Yolanda who was so lonely before they became a thing, who sometimes admits in the quiet of the night that she thought because she’d always been prickly and sharp that something was wrong with her.

And all of them who were so lonely in different ways before they found one another.)

Baran laughs wetly, apologises, shovels in some food to pretend it’s that she’s swallowing and not the lump in her throat and the other two let her recompose herself as best she can.

Later, when Trinity has stirred enough from the food coma she put herself in to make it upstairs - Baran and Yolanda had a lovely time curled up against one another on the sofa whilst Trinity dozed - they end up trading lazy kisses in bed.

And Baran could happily sink into the mattress now and sleep for hours. But the flame that's been sat low in her stomach is still flickering, encourages Trinity's hands lower, nodding at the questioning look she gets. Encourages Yolanda to help her wriggle out of her t-shirt as Trinity does the same with her shorts and underwear.

It's certainly not the energetic sex they had all talked and fantasized about but Baran really doesn't care.

A shaky little exhale, from Trinity, as she finds the wetness pooled between Baran's legs. "Fuck."

And Baran is prevented from answering, Yolanda kissing her so deeply and thoroughly, only breaks away when Trinity's fingers find her clit, moving gently around it, has to break away to gasp.

"Is she wet for us Trin?" Yolanda's voice a deep rumble against her ear, mouthing at the skin there, down her neck, across her collarbone, sucking harshly at the skin there, pulling back to admire her work.

"Yeah, yeah she is." Repeating again, to herself. "Fuck."

And a year ago this level of focused attention would have bothered Baran in bed, to be splayed out and have not one but two pairs of eyes just looking at her, watching her reactions.

But now she arches into the feeling of it, of the way Yolanda has continued down her chest, to her nipple, mouthing at it gently, coaxing it into a peak, the scrape of teeth and a Baran is writhing now. All the while Trinity's fingers continue fluttering around her clit, never quite making the contact she needs with it.

Then the contact disappears entirely, and she's about to complain, but Trinity is shifting down, to settle between her legs properly, and Baran shifts to prop herself up just enough to watch Trinity without dislodging Yolanda who is still focusing on leaving as many marks across her chest as she can.

Watches as Trinity lifts one of Baran's legs to sit over her shoulder, squeezes at the flesh on her thigh, tugs her down towards her, and then looks directly at Baran as she dips her head down and licks a broad stripe right up her cunt.

One of Baran's hands flies to Trinity's hair, gripping tightly for a moment before loosening, petting it in apology. Trinity does the same again and Baran groans, dropping back down to lie flat, Yolanda huffs out a laugh against her skin and she's certain she can feel the way Trinity's grins against her too. For just how skilful Yolanda may be with her hands, Trinity is certainly equal to it with her mouth.

And it's all Baran can do to try and keep breathing, amongst the sound of the wet clicks coming from Trinity's mouth between her legs, and the way Yolanda's hands and mouth don't stop roaming across her body. And all she has to do is lie back and enjoy it. Just let herself be worked up and up towards the peak of it all.

Then the gentle pressure of a finger at her entrance, a pause in which Baran knows Trinity is likely looking up at her to make sure she's on board with it, but if Baran looks down at her she doesn't think she'll last. She settles for a tug at Trinity's hair which she hopes gets the message across, groans lowly when it clearly does.

Another joining it not long after, the steady, the slow thrust and curl of them, and still Trinity works tirelessly with her mouth. Baran doesn't even realise that Yolanda has made her way back up to be face to face with her, until strong fingers are tipping her face towards the surgeon's and she's being kissed filthily once more.

The coil of pleasure that has been building so steadily begins to tighten with more urgency now, she can feel Trinity's elbow bumping into her leg as she thrusts, the attention on her clit is so much more direct now, she can't help but squirm.

Yolanda is breaking their kiss and Baran gasps in air, and then a thumb coaxing her mouth open just enough to slip inside, and Baran sucks on it almost without thinking, tongue swirling.

"Is our girl making you feel good?" And it's something about the our of it that really gets to her, moaning around Yolanda's thumb loudly. "Yeah? She's been waiting to do this all day." Yolanda continues.

Baran is nodding in agreement to something or maybe just in general, thumb slipping out of her mouth, can feel where Yolanda moves it, slick with her own spit as the surgeon toys with her nipples once more.

She can feel the way her thighs start to tremble uncontrollably, doesn't have the ability to stop them closing in around Trinity's head as she's pushed higher and higher.

Yolanda's voice right by her ear, "Come on cariño," a particularly hard nip against her neck, "come for us."

Her back bows, legs fully clamping down around Trinity as her hips buck against her face. It seems impossibly long that her entire body seems to shake with her orgasm, wave after wave of pleasure shooting through her.

It takes a long moment for her to come back to herself, eyes opening slowly, legs still twitching with aftershocks. Yolanda is propped up on an elbow grinning down at her, and she lifts her head enough to see Trinity resting her cheek on the inside of her thigh, chin shiny in the low light of the bedroom lamp.

And Baran breathes out a laugh, collapses back onto the pillow. Feels Trinity clamber her way back up towards them both, wiping the back of her hand over her chin as she goes.

"Happy anniversary baby." Trinity tells her, intending to dip to down to kiss Baran, ends up caught by Yolanda who twists her head towards her to kiss her hard instead.

"You two are going to be the death of me," Baran tells them, as Trinity sits back onto her heels a little dazed after Yolanda is done kissing her.