#hadalene

 Ada didn't really mean to say that out loud, but as she looked down between her thighs, spread around a bench and sat atop Harry's, her grip on her self control was not strong. Not while she watched the fluted head of Harry's cock come out of its sheath as it went into her. She could see the friction, God, there was absolutely no doubt she could feel it. The way he split her open was impressive. And she knew, rationally, that human anatomy worked. That with a wet pussy, patience and will, it fit, it always fit.

She just wondered at times. When she occasionally felt double stuffed, how did Helene?

They had been playing their game. Ada wasn't really sure when it had started, but when they'd decided to keep it open, while Harry was on tour, after communication and boundaries, occasionally she'd slip, when she was horny. She was always curious. So she started asking about it. His fantasies, experiences. It had started with men. She'd ask harry who he'd fucked, how, who he'd like to be inside, or have inside him.

Men were safer. She felt less threatened by them. They could give Harry things she couldn't give, simply. It wasn't her failing she had no cock, and Harry clearly liked what she did have. Enough to come home, to their home. So, men were first base. Girls for her.

The game went both ways, Ada shared some stories about times in college, and they'd get off to it.

They didn't talk about Helene. Because there were things she didn't want to know. Feelings there she wasn't entirely sure of, but could sense.

And Ada had almost, almost said 'not her!' When they'd finally discussed some poly logistics. He would be away, they were good, impossibly inevitably, good together, but they would not be physically together for months at a time. Ada was a sensual girl herself and, well, she didn't actually expect to use it, their widened boundaries. She may have done it to save herself feeling betrayed. In her head it was for him.

And then months went on, and she did. She indulged.

She used the free pass. Ada had sex, with a man. A friend of a friend at a dinner party. When they were introduced, there was that charge. So, unlike any other time before, she leaned into it. she'd been sleeping alone in her and Harry's big bed. And it had changed from alone to lonely, dry.

She didn't sleep with Raul there, of course. They got a hotel.

She left right after, and didn't get his number. And he thankfully understood what she could not say, and didn't get her number from Thandie. He never contacted her again.

She called Harry crying the next day. He was as he always was, loving and kind. Open, a talker.

She had slept with someone before him.

He didn't make her feel guilty about it. And he was honest when he slept with someone, didn't point out it was not just someone. He explained it though, without naming the name. It was harder for him, he explained. Required great trust, rules, and paperwork.

Ada knew who then. Why she couldn't preclude her.

Helene was safe at least.

Except for to her heart.

Ada had tried to puzzle it out. Why she set all her alarms bells ringing. She'd come down to a few reasons.

One, she was so different from Ada. A funhouse mirror image, opposite. Small, blonde, foreign, soft footed, soft spoken. Was that the appeal, the variety? It smarted, chapped her ass, sometimes uncomfortably, other times like a good spanking.

Because the other part, the flip side, Helene was nonetheless attractive. Ada could admit that. No matter how they differed. Ada could sometimes admit she was attracted. To herself.

Once more, they were both successful creative women though, for all their physical differences, Ada figured they must have more in common. More than Harry, to be the two women to occupy his time and bed. Some Je na sais quoi, yuck, some something in the way they moved.

But they talked about it, in their own bedroom, fantasized together.

They discussed The Who, not the band, but past lovers, but didn't talk about Helene. She never featured in their game, the soft spot, blind turn they were both afraid of.

Ada wondered about her. And what their sex was like. Because there was something about the mirror that was sexy. Also, Harry went back to her. Ada only had the one off. Harry, even with his more complex situation, did not have to go back. He had a world of opportunity.

So, she wondered why, and how, and when, mostly why. And it slipped out while she was about to come that first time. The thoughts came to her at other times, and instead of being a mental sojourn that made the friction uncomfortable as she got drier, even though she was doing the unforgivable and comparing herself to the tiny blonde, it was not a turn off. In fact, it got her off. Thinking about Helene. That was the confusing thing, she was into it. And it didn't get her in her head about how much bigger her ass was, not too much. Harry made sure she knew just how much he loved the way she filled his hands. And maybe, the way Helene's dimintutiveness appealed to her, her slim-thicc self was attractive the other way to Harry. Variety.

But what did he like about Helene? That he could man handle her well? He was strong, Ada got thrust against walls and tossed on beds enough to know. Must be easier with the 5'0" wonder? She wondered.

Fortunately, she lost control and asked that first time when they were both vulnerable, and open, her literally, and him in his heart center.

"What?" Harry stuttered over the thrust and Ada had to hold his shoulders and work back on him to not lose their rhythm. She was on edge, wanted to tumble. Could feel the image in her head, the blonde over his lap in her place making her skin too small, the bloom already in progress.

"Helene. How can she handle your dick, babe? You're so big!" She moaned at the fullness, "and she's tiny."

He caught her eye and narrowed his gaze a moment, but must not have found any danger. "She just wants it, Smokes. So she takes it. Like you." He caught her neck and pushed deeper, sideswiped her cervix, caught her spot on the way up her front wall. "Want it babe?" He didn't need the answer. She gave it anyway.

God, did she want it. "Fuck, yes! Give it to me!" Her head lolled back, and he laid her on the bench next to their kitchen table. Pulled her over his lap until she erupted all over him. Pulled out to add to their mess.

Later, over the dinner they burned a little because of the fuck break, Harry smiled at her and shook his head.

"What?"

"Nothing." And he suppressed a laugh.

"Not nothing, at least give me the chance to laugh with you!" She gave him her evil eye look. Her dimples matching his.

"Nothing, you just," And he did that high pitch laugh she found boyish and cute, charming. "You came really hard talking about me fucking Helene. You usually just avoid it. I though it was verboten."

"It's not forbidden I just...." Well it wasn't explicitly not allowed, but maybe it was. "I don't know I feel," she searched for the right word. "I don't know?" She shrugged.

"You feel jealous?" Harry supplied. He was usually so much better with words than her. But that seemed inadequate. And right.

"Kinda, But I don't know..."

He did that head thing that was infuriatingly cute, like a golden retriever. With a slight cock to the side and pensive expression complete with lip bite.

"Say it!" She finally filled the silence.

"Do you want to know what I think?" He waited for her nod. "Ok. And you won't get mad?"

"That's a promise nobody is ever able to keep...." she felt exasperated and knew she was wearing it. He probably knew some of how she was feeling, but how could he possibly get it, she was all over the place. Didn't really know what she was feeling. She sighed, "but I'll try."

"Um, like," he exhaled. He did not want to fight, she could tell. Well, he brought it up. Kinda. They certainly could have left it in the bedroom, or the kitchen, whatever. "You are jealous, because I think you thought of our arrangement as a way to keep me."

She didn't nod, but made contact when he waited for her to. "But I'm not going anywhere, and I never would have if you wouldn't have. Helene and I could have been together before, and I have feelings for her."

Ada deflated.

"Wait! Hold that reaction, Smokes." He took her hand. "I like her, and she is a great friend, and fun in the sack. But I did not fall in love with her. I have a great affection for her. But it's different. I loved you right away. But it would be a lie to say I don't go back for a reason. I think you are worried that I am getting something with her I don't have with you."

Intuitive, empathic asshole. She nodded.

Harry continued, "I'm not. You are all I need. But you are far away. I know she looks different to you. But that's not a sign of me being unfulfilled, so does Xander!" They both giggled. "And you know you set me on fire, Smokes. Made me trip over my tongue, and my own feet, literally, on meeting you." He squeezed her hand. "If you have any questions- ask. Anytime."

She had questions. But, shit she thought she was getting better at this vulnerable stuff. He was too good at it. She tried to match him. Just as he rose to her occasions, she would to his.

"Is it better?"

"No, because my feelings are different. And I'm not lacking in excellent sex." He grinned at her until she smiled and rubbed her hand. He gave her a beat to digest. "But it's good. really good."

"Do you think about her when you are with me?"

"No, but you do!" He laughed.

"I just wonder!" Ada felt reassured and as always, seen. Intuitive ass.

"I know- that's why I offered to answer your questions." He dimpled and smirked. "Unless you wanna watch?"

He was being cheeky, she knew it. Completely thought that would shut down the conversation.

But she kinda did. Want to watch.

Though at the time, she just smacked him upside the head.

But it came up in their play time after that, occasionally.

And never failed to get her off.

So that's why the next time she met him on tour, she saw the little blonde photographer with new eyes. Now all those ways they were different were no longer sources of insecurity, they were sources of lust.

If Harry could slam her against the wall after fucking her upright for longer than she could stand, what could he do to shorty? And she'd been watching Helene's hooping videos, god help her. The lady could move. She'd adopted, or revisited the swivel hours in his hotel room before just from watching her Instagram on the plane over.

Harry had made her stop, couldn't take it. It was forever in the repertoire then she decided. A borrowed move, an homage.

She didn't ask him if Helene used the move she inspired Ada to try out. She wanted to see for herself. Their own little hooping competition. Harry was a fan of competition. Could play judge.

The thoughts, a little hip to hip action, fuck off, captured her imagination the entire way to the show that night. She'd gotten in very early and woken Harry up with his dick in her mouth. The denouement may have been quick because they'd been separated.

Though she knew he hadn't been lonely. Maybe he just missed her, and her dsl's. Or, maybe Ada was inspired. It may have been because of his on tour company.

Helene was just across the room backstage, now.

His partner was lovely. Seeing her with new eyes, lusty rather than jealous, Ada found herself watching.

She got caught staring. Right at Helene's ass when she bent over to take a pic of something she spent a fortunate amount of time arranging. Helene turned her head, must have felt Ada's voracious gaze.

Harry must be changing Ada's personality by injection. Every other same sex liaison she had not been the aggressor. But when Helene caught her, she smirked and then looked down the blonde's shirt, checking her out, a full body scan, intent. Helene's eyes dilated. And she didn't frown, but her mouth parted half way. Ada smiled, bit her lip.

When was this show over?

She heard the Kiwi chords and smiled. A couple minutes now. That song was a capper, going out with a bang.

Ada had wandered side stage then, mesmerized, waiting for him to come off. He was a magnet for the eyes, and a few fortunate hands. Hers included.

"Shit!'" She gripped her thighs to his hips as quickly as she could. He loved to pick her up like this, had since their "first" time.

She loved it too. The way the world sailed by in her peripheral vision while she clung on and buried her face. This time he was sweaty and his musk had mixed perfectly with the Gucci scent he'd had a hand in creating and was effectively hawking.

"Mmmm, you smell good!" She nuzzled into his sweaty neck and looked up to see Helene watching them.

Ada scanned her face for jealousy, but was surprised to find the still blown pupils and then a flirty smile.

"Helene is watching us."

"So," she felt his shoulders rise. "You don't want me to stop, do you?" He nibbled her ear a little.

"No, never." Then she realized he meant to start and finish now, just passed the door bearing his name , just the two of them. "Wait." And she found herself in his dressing room, on the ornate couch. "Wait."

"Wait?" He looked at her crazy. "Like, really Wait?" He started to untie her wrap top. "This looks amazing on you, Smokes!"

"I know." She shook her head at his chuckle. "I mean I like it, um, can you stop touching me so I can focus?"

"Nope!" he pulled her up and wrapped the ends of her shirt around her wrists behind her back.

For the love of god. "Mmmm, babe." His head was in her cleavage, and he had her bound and she wanted the gag too. "Wait," She could hear the green light in her vocal stop sign. But Ada couldn't stop thinking about that invitation.

The one in Helene's eye. From Harry's lips.

"Yeah?" He looked up from the place he'd made her bra sheer over her dark nipples.

"Do you remember when you told me I could watch..." Ada hoped he filled in the rest of the sentence on his own. She wasn't sure she could say it.

His eyes were blank and he was still panting. The front curls of his hair curling and a drip hitting her collarbone, still cooling off, coming down from rocking out on stage. Then his head tilted to the side and a grin dawned on his face.

"When I said you could watch what?" He narrowed his eyes but didn't wipe the pussy eating grin off of his face.

Ada rolled her eyes and would have let her surprised mortification keep her quiet. But then Harry rolled her hips over his pelvis, their point of contact gave her focus.

"You're kinda a Jerk."

"A sexy jerk!" He looked at her.

She slapped at his face a bit. "You know what I mean!" She protested.

Harry leaned up and whispered in her hair. "Yeah, but I would really love to hear you say it."

She sighed while he went back to her neck. She needed to be able to say it is she had a hope of doing it. Ada felt the chill bumps rise and pucker. "What you said about, about, Helene, about me watching. How she," This was the hard part, but he was rutting against her. So he was into it. And the fleshy tension between her thighs indicated that she was interested as well. "About how she takes you."

"I do." He breathed heavy and she felt his dick flex on her words, the idea of the three of them. Harry pulled back and looked at her. "Are you sure Ada?" He stared like she was a puzzle he had to figure out.

Was she? Fuck if she knew, but it was a continuous image in her mental movie so often lately, the three of them really, she needed them to cross the finish line so the damn marathon could end, her cerebral legs were tired from running through her mind all the time.

"Can we try?"

"Yeah, we can try, and you call the shots, ok. I want you comfortable and happy. Anything not comfortable, we send Helene to her room. Oh, that is a shot I need to call." He sighed, scooped out his dressing room, and looked at his erection like it was an offense. "Not here."

"Not here, ok. and I'll call time if I get weirded out. No matter how mortifying!"

"Embarrassment is not a sexy feeling. If you feel it, or anything bad, we shouldn't. And I want you to feel sexy, as hot as you are, all your fire. Are you anxious?"

"A little, I'm mostly..." She squirmed. "Turned on. Yet nervy."

"I can work with turned on but nervy."

"I know! I've seen it, felt it." Ada but her lip and nodded, watched his eye blaze emerald.

So Harry sent the text to Helene. "Night cap?"

And now Ada was standing in the bathroom of their suite in her top with no bra and some casual shorts that she could sleep in, or could come off easy. She was pulling on the hem when Harry walked in.

"Babe, she said she's leaving her room." He was looking at the message, blank faced.

"Yeah, ok." Ada looked over her shoulder at Harry. He was wearing a white wife beater- vest- as he always reminded her- and Gucci joggers. How was he always sexy? His arms were more defined. His shoulders too, and his ass was.....she had personally thanked his tour trainer. He had laughed his head off. And Harry had chuckled and pinched the shit out of her rear end for the slight embarrassment. Tour was stressful, she loved that he worked that stress off training. She reaped those benefits

Harry snugged up behind her and looked at her in the mirror. "I ever tell you that your face is a marvel?"

"What?"

"You're just so symmetrical." He kissed the round of her shoulder.

"You know you've dated models babe, several of them." She smiled at his raised brow. She could see he had a counter. "And you have your face." So did she.

"I have a wonky eye, and I have dated models, so I know symmetry. And you are perfect. Steal my breath when I see you, first thing in the morning, perfect without a stitch of makeup or clothes, or right as I nod off, better still- below me moaning, above me, smiling. And the way the rest of you fits into me, fills my hands. I just." He waited a bit, and held her eyes in the mirror. "I love you and am intensely attracted to you. Don't forget it."

"You scared?" He was over-explaining, like a six year old in trouble.

"A bit." He pressed against her. "But still willing and I'm really turned on."

Ada flexed back against him. "Me too."

His phone dinged and they heard a knock.

"Will you get the door?" Harry asked.

"Ok". She thought about that message on the way to the door, her being the face to greet Helene.

"Hey." Ada put on her I belong here face, the one she used when she was among execs who weren't as sure of that fact as she was.

Helene smiled at her, with a cocked head and sweeping gaze. "Bon Soir."

Ada might have misjudged the lean if Helene hadn't already done the double kisses on her upon their first meeting. She might have pretended to misjudge it if she was braver. "Drink?" Her voice came out low as their cheeks coasted along each other's. Helene smelled deep and spicy.

Helene looked bemused. "Sure."

"Hey babe." Harry walked out of the bedroom, crossed and kissed both Helene's cheeks, kept his arm around her waist and took her over to the mini bar. "Pick the red, you are better at it than me." He left a hand on her hip as he walked away, a longer he'd never allowed in front of Ada. And Ada suppressed the frisson of jealousy when his hand rested on the top of her butt. She was gonna have to get over it. Their familiarity and them touching.

If she got what she wanted.

Helene bent over and her tiny waist and round as moon hips hit Ada's eyes. She found herself walking over. She slid the goblet from Helene's hand and waited for it to be filled, watched the red color in the cup, the way Helene's hand joined hers on the glass. Ada didn't think her hand was actually too unsteady. Maybe it was an overture?

"You want?" Helene nodded at the glass.

"A little more." Ada licked her lips. Kept her eyes on Helene while she poured. Felt an impressed smile on her lips when they maintained eye contact and her cup didn't runneth over. Just her fount.

"Sante!" Helene handed a glass to Harry. His only mid way full. Like Helene's. And clinked the glasses, the rims glancing off each other, catching the light. Ada and Helene maintained their stare.

Ada took her gulp, felt the rich berry flavor in her mouth and pulled Helene by the hand to the couch. Took another sip before setting down her glass on the low marble table top. She went to take Helene's when she noticed the French woman sat her glass down herself. Their inside shoulders faced each other, their outside deltoids open just enough to include the room, Harry.

Their commonality.

Helene rocked her head back on her neck and Ada watched her tongue touch the corner of her bubblegum lips. Her own lips were closer to the color of the wine. Then they were closer to Helene's, geographically.

The first touch is cautious, timid. But Bordeaux scented and intoxicating.

She's thirsty, so she dips her tongue into Helene's mouth. The play of their tongues, the dips and rolls wet her whistle but only make her want to sing, louder. Ada's fingers are moving into all that blonde hair and Helene flexes like a cat back into her hands, baring her delicate throat.

Her jugular pulses under Ada's tongue and the life there is thrumming. Ada's pulse double times to catch up. The hollow where her collarbones meet is deep, and Ada licks the bowl of it.

"Mmmm." She hears above her and kisses the point of Helene's chin, her full bottom lip bites Ada's teeth. back with its ripeness. Ada's shirt finds its way behind the couch and the air hardens her nipples further. As does the circuit of Helene's thumbs on her peaks.

"What does she like, Harry?" Ada hears the French slur to her English words. "A tease or firm touch?"

She'd almost forgotten his presence from the sensation.

Almost.

She wouldn't be able to after her neck wilted and her eyes rolled over him.

What a picture he made, reclined on the arm chair, his hand covering what it could of his bulge. His shirt off. His other hand cradling his wine glass like he did her breast. When that was her mood.

"She goes crazy for a tease. But I think she's been teasing herself thinking about you for awhile. So..." he blinked slowly and Ada's eyes closed when Helene tweaked her nipple then licked it to further tumescence.

"Fuck!" Ada said when Helene's teeth closed.

"Mais qui." Helene's laugh was sultry as the fingers that slid down Ada's tummy, dipping into her navel and then up her loose tie dye shorts. "Humide!" She slipped her fingers through Ada's cleft and looked at Harry before kissing her mouth.

"Yeah, she gets wet, slippery like an eel, non?"

"I love eel." Helene moved a pink feverish mouth down Ada's body. Her shorts pooled on the floor a moment later.

"I know you do. Bon appetit!"

Ada could hear him moving, but her eyes were closed hard, and her bottom lip was caught tightly between her teeth.

It was like Helene had a map of her pussy inside her tongue. She hit all the right spots. From the clockwise opening exploration to the flat tongued strokes. The feathery clit teases were making Ada thrash her head until Helene's nose mashed into her mons semi uncomfortably and Helene groaned tunefully.

It wasn't bright in the room, but the overhead lamp backlit Harry, where he held Helene's hips to his pelvis at an angle off the couch. Her downward dog was impressive.

"See Smokes. No problem." And he stroked in.

"No." Ada heard herself say.

The whole room stopped. Held a collective breath. Helene's covered her flowing center. Ada pulsed. A seconds flex to touch Helene's bottom lip. What was the hold up?

"Do you want to stop?" Harry's voiced was strained, like the muscles, veins standing out on his forearm and hands where they held Helene still.

"No." She shook her head and lifted her hips Up. An offering, suggestion. "No, I want to watch it go in. Let me see." She was panting.

So was Helene.

Harry blinked like it hurt and Ada felt Helene gasp. Planted his opposing foot on the couch, calf against the arm, angled his body, open to her view. He pulled back his hips. His dick glistened. Wetness in the folds.

"Watch." He commanded. Didn't even use a hand to guide himself. Bottomed out, with his laurels against Helene's ass. "Like a glove." gave a smack.

Helene's teeth grazed Ada's clit on impact and they both moaned. Ada kept Harry's gaze while he rolled his hips, he wasn't inside of her, but they were connected, nonetheless, always. She watched him, and he watched her, her reactions to the beauty between them, until the tongue undulations closed her eyes.

The pressure between her thighs had increased so much it was a job to not hump Helene's face. "Fuck, I'm so close."

"Qui!" She felt a smile then a sucking kiss to her thigh. "I can tell." Slim fingers, foreign but familiar, at least with the terrain, entered her and Ada seized, kept contracting when Helene found her g spot, and sucked it's exterior twin.

"How's it feel, honey?" She could tell Harry was staving it off, maybe needed a break, his voice was as tight as she imagined Helene's pussy to be. Which was the problem.

"God, so good," she directed her attention to Helene, smoothed her brow. "You're so good!"

Helene preened and stood up, no matter the arch of her back was able to achieve with those flexible hips, it unseated Harry.

"Ada." He looked down at himself and stroked. She knew that tone. Rolled off the couch dragging a cushion with her for her knees. He tasted like lemon and hot honey while she licked Helene off of him.

If a face fuck could be gentle, Harry achieved it, the hand in her hair to hold her steady into his easy thrusts. The new flavor of their adventure all over him.

Her hand found her clit without a thought, and she felt Helene's hand at her nipple again, slim hip against her shoulder. Harry loosened his grip and Ada took the opportunity to kiss across Helene's hip. The blonde, mostly natural it seemed, turned easily into Ada's mouth. Her tongue slipped into the top of her slit, just below the groomed triangle of dark blonde hair. She tasted better at the source. The bottom of Ada's tongue slid over her swollen clit down to the deliciously dicked pussy below. Harry was right about how it spread the flavor around. She swirled her tongue there and brought the flat of her tongue back up, slow. Then used the tip of her teeth to nibble until a flick seemed necessary.

Helene liked that.

"She's good Harry." Ada brightened up at the accented comment, and Ada looked up before taking Harry back into her mouth. She could hear them kissing while she alternated between pleasuring them. Harry directed her to Helene for a moment, she may have missed him, without such a taste to savor. Ada was distracted until she heard a loud scrape. Harry had carted the bench from the bedroom out. That was a perfect surface, soft but firm. She loved when nothing soft stole his impact.

"Ada, on your knees, here." He pointed in front of him, and the promise of his presence inside her, she wet her thighs over it. She did as told, and arched when fingers slid inside her. "Smokes, you are burning up."

"I'm on fire, honey." She moaned at the thicker fingers inside her.

"I have something for you. Helene, lay under her, lick her out to cool her off." Helene slid beneath her, the grey leather highlighting the curves off her body by contrast. She slid her feet to the floor revealing another contrasting color, deep pink.

In tandem, or sync, Ada delved between the swollen lips of Helene while she responded in kind. Ada mirrored her actions, and the moans below her told her it was exactly what Helene needed. Just as she felt the tremble of her thighs, the beginning, Harry entered her. So Ada used her fingers, took inspiration again, and gave Helene deep strokes and hooked g spot rubs like the full cock deep inside her did.

Harry was moaning above her and was hard as nails within her. She loved when he was too turned on to quiet himself. She'd never forget this feeling, all this stimulation. "Fuck, Yeah, fuck me honey!" She bit into Helene's thigh to stifle her babble. She squeezed Ada's fingers over that.

Whenever Ada got close, Harry pulled out, and she would have a break, too long, where she could hear Helene suck Harry off, and Ada could only fill her mouth, plunge her fingers. It was killing her, softly, that cruel edge of love between pleasure and pain. She was swollen and needy and saying so.

By the third delay, Ada was sliding her pussy along the top of Harry as he went into Helene's mouth.

"Please, babe, please." She was begging, he liked that, when she was outta her head too.

He slid two fingers into each hole, "make her come, it's hard for her, and she deserves it, then I'll give you everything you want."

Her mouth got to work, and she copied Harry's finger moves, slid wet fingers into Helene's anus and pussy, sealed her mouth around her clit and rubbed it with her tongue until Helene pushed her away, three times.

Ada kept her fingers busy, kept Helene coming until she had to be held up by the hands at her hips at the serious deep dicking along with the finger fuck of her ass and the tongue on her clit.

She'd come hard before, but the blinding white light and noise in her ears were new. She gripped Helene's thighs hard enough to leave fingermarks and nearly stood up at the whip snap at her center. She may have apologized for sitting on Helene's face, had she found words to.

She must have passed out. When she comes to, back to herself, she's on a bed, the blanket gently around her hips. Her body is pleasantly sore, and heavy with pleasure. It takes her a minute to orient herself. She's sad she is alone, not cuddled to either lover. She places their voices, nearby, Ada follows them.

Helene and Harry are sharing wine, the Eiffel Tower between them. They make a romantic scene.

Ada expects to feel jealous, but she just feels affection when she hears what they are saying.

"Will She be ok? When the sexiness of this wears off?" Helene asks after rolling her wine around her mouth.

"I hope so, she, well her interest, in you, she wanted too, initiated." Harry shrugged blithely.

"Oh, and you had no interest, in both of us, your best of both worlds girls?" She's cheeky and beautifully lit up from her orgasm. Ada hopes she looks like that, and not like she woke up from a nap.

"Oh, I was deeply interested, but..."

"You want her to really be ok, oui?"

"I do." He looks soft, in that way he does, when his heart's on his breast pocket.

"She will be. She has you." There was longing in her voice, but no green.

"She has me." He nodded.

"If she's ok, do I get to still have you, sometimes? Maybe both of you?" Helene asked, Ada brought in a breath, louder than she intended. She hadn't thought of that.

Now, it seems she has a choice, because both lovers are looking at her like she's a magic eye image.

Her face must be a picture.

They, the three points of a triangle, do make a lovely composition.