I Can Be Good, I Promise.

“Uh, she’s definitely has a fever, but there’s something else we can’t figure out.” He explained. “You’re dr. Sweetie, right?”

You smiled. “In the flesh. And you’re,” you flitted your eyes down at his badge. “Whitaker?” He nodded.

“Yep. That’s me. Do I need to get her anything?” You shook your head, still patting her tiny back gently.

“I brought everything I needed down. She’s gassy, so I’m gonna give her some drops. I got this, you can go back to work.” You assured him.

“Okay.. bye.” Whitaker waved awkwardly before leaving.

It didn’t take long for the gas drops to kick in, baby Jane Doe was knocked out in no time. You left her to sleep peacefully and decided to look around for Garcia, she was always down here anyway.

You found her coming out of trauma one, her face stone cold as always. When she spotted you, her entire face switched into something soft.

“Hey. What are you doing down here? This is where joy comes to die, y’know?” You giggled.

“I love your jokes. I had to give the baby some medicine. She’s quite the handful.”

Yolanda scoffed. “All kids are. Which is why I love steering clear of them.” You rolled your eyes.

“Of course you think that. She’s sweet, the baby. She’s still in need of a home, you know?” You wiggled your eyebrows, Yolanda knew exactly what you meant and it was not happening.

“Ah, Sweetie! Find out what’s wrong with the baby?” Dana asked you, her pen and paper in hand.

“A little gas. I’m gonna leave you with these drops, if she’s showing the same symptoms as earlier, put a few droplets in her mouth and she’ll be fine.” You slid the box towards her.

Dana smiled. “Thank you, doll. It’s always nice seeing you down here.” You mirrored her smiled.

“You know I love you guys.” You beamed. You couldn’t dilly dally much longer, there were at least three kids upstairs that needed you.

You found Yolanda hanging around Robby’s workstation bullying Langdon. You snuck up behind her to press a kiss to her cheek.

“Bye, Yoyo!” You knew it would embarrass her and open up a can of worms, but it was totally worth it.

You and Yolanda were long gone before the gossip started.

“Garcia and sweetie? No way.” Javadi said when the news got to her. She didn’t know you that well, but she knew how sweet you are and how rude Garcia is.

“Oh all the way. I saw the shit right in front of my eyes. Opposites attract, I guess.” Santos sighed, a tinge of jealousy panging her.

“They are kinda cute. I mean, the way Garcia softens when she’s around. Super cute.” Emma gushed. Trinity sent her a look. “What? I have eyes.” She shrugged.

Dana smacked her hand on the counter. “Alright, gossip group. Break it up before Garcia gets back down here.”

———

Hours later at home, Yolanda and you were trying to decompress with a glass of wine and some tv. She nudged your foot.

“You kinda messed up my reputation earlier. Don’t want people thinking I’m soft.” You chuckled, rubbing your foot up and down against her arm.

“You are soft, Yoyo. Soft for me.” You leaned up to press a kiss to her cheek. “Plus the whole thing was payback for all that teasing the other day.” You smirked.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re so sensitive. Silly reason to blow my cover if you asked me.” Using words like “silly” was something Yolanda reserved for you and you only.

“Oh I’m the sensitive one. Says little Miss can’t be in a committed relationship.” Yolanda threw her head back laughing.

“That’s cold. But it’s true, you really sat me down.” Your smile softened a tad.

⁀➴ going lingerie shopping w/o ava

⁀➴ following hour:

ava pulls over by the street, your hand filled with bags that she paid for, clothes that you bought to impress her. only for her to be mad that you didn't let her know. and that your friend dropped you off. okay, maybe the boy tried to flirt with you once. and ava happened to be there. but there wasn't anything you could exactly do about it. and it certainly didn't give ava the right to be straight up rude.

you open up the car door, throwing the bags at the backseat and closing the door with more force than necessary.

"lose the attitude princess. or else."

"or else what?"

"you don't want to know." ava starts up the car and her hand immediately lands on your left thigh, skin meeting skin just under your skirt. she grips and you yank her fingers away.

"i said loose the attitude."

"i will if you stop being so fucking mean to me. what did i do?"

"oh so you wanna go there?" ava grips the steering wheel, eyes on the road and not returning her hand back on your thigh.

"yeah. tell me. and don't bring up the 'you didn't bring me to shopping' bullshit." your eyes fixed on her.

"okay." she sighs, "what were you thinking letting that dude drive you here? does he need another talking? is it that? cause you know i can make sure-"

"no ava." you cut her words, she gives you a look that signs danger. "i let him because he wouldn't shut up and i didn't have anyone to bring me over anyway. i didn't want to take the bus and playing him was easier."

ava smirks, her teeth showing and her jaw setting. she looks at you at the red light, just momentarily before hitting the road once more. "oh so that's it." she laughs lightly, it tingles your bones. "i get it. mommy's little girl gets to play around, let on some other boy. come back home to me and pretend like she gets a pass."

you remain silent, breathing rather loudly. the radio is too low to conceal the sounds of it.

"i should teach you a lesson really."

that makes you turn, because deep down you know that was the awaited reaction. to get ava jealous for a bit, get that switch on. you didn't even talk with the guy at all, he offered, you accepted and didn't interact through the whole way. ava doesn't need to know that.

"yeah?" you ask, trying to not show the excitement too much. ava's smirk grows.

"did you do it to piss me off?" the quiet anger doesn't leave though, still evident in the way she drives.

"maybe." that's all you say, and ava mumbles something that sounds awfully like bitch underneath her voice. she just grabs your thigh once again. the grip harder this time.

"spread your legs. we're almost there anyway." she keeps on driving, doesn't spare you a glance. her fingers are not as rough as they're supposed to be when she reaches your underwear.

"fuck baby." she breaths, "you're so wet." she licks her lips and puts some pressure right on your clit. your vision whitening on the edges, head dizzy in the way you lean back against the seat and spread your legs as wide as the seat lets. ava starts circling, parking the car with one hand. "did you think of me while buying those slutty shit baby?"

"yes." you pant, "yes i did ava, please." she stops the car and halts her movement at the same time. you realize it's her place and not yours when your eyes open.

ava slaps your pussy, sudden as the feeling jolts through you. "common princess. we gotta get going. or are you gonna stay in the car and wait for your boyfriend?"

"he's not my boyfrie-" ava spanks your pussy once more, harder this time. you gasp even louder. "not a word from you until i say so. understood?"

you nod and get up from your seat on the instant. picking up your bags and hurrying to the front door.

ava's chest to your back as she pushes you inside, even more hurried than you. her fingers stick to your waist the second the door is locked. she makes you throw the bags on the floor, walking you to the living room and bending you over the couch.

"drop the panties." she commands, "common, quickly baby. don't you wanna be good for me?" you slip them down your legs and hand them over to ava. she stuffs the fabric into her bra, through her shirt. her attention never leaving you. she bends you further, you holding onto the cushions and rising up your ass.

ava lifts your skirt, a nimble finger and she lets her sharper nails rake against your skin, raising goosebumps in her wake. making you squirm. "now i want you to listen real close to me princess." she touches your wetness, two fingers sliding against it, your legs parting, ass lifting further into the air. your breath hitches when she ghosts her fingertips against your hollow entrance, your clit perking up.

"you're mine." her fingers plunge into you, furious, unkempt. "got it? mine." she brings her other hand to your jaw, tilting it so you look at her face. "mine to love, to ruin, to fuck. mine to toy with, mine." her fingers are pumping in and out furiously, making you gasp out her name. "mine to show off. mine to have. say it. say my name baby."

"ava. ava, fuck please." she brings her hand up to your neck, burying your face into the couch and choking lightly. "keep on baby. i can't hear you."

you moan louder, saying her name. "i won't stop till i'm sure you can't think of anything else. till you can't think at all. common doll, you sound soo good. moan louder for mommy."

"mommy please please oh please." you groan, letting your head fall as ava blocks your airway for a little longer, her nails scratching your neck as she pushes in a third finger. she keeps them moving, harder with each thrust, the wet sounds echoing in the living space. "please ava, harder."

"yeah?" you can her the smirk in her voice as she shifts the angle and fingers you with even more force in each movement. you're so close, so so close as she praises you. "soo good baby. so good for me. so pretty. yeah, keep saying my name just like that. i'm gonna give you what you want. such a pretty pussy for mommy. all mine."

"only yours ava. please i'm so close." you groan and it takes only three more flicks of ava's hand till you're coming with her name loud on your lips. she keeps her fingers there, pumping them leisurely and leaning over to place a kiss on your forehead.

she pulls you up, back to her body using the hold on your neck, still gripping ever lightly. "you did so good princess. maybe i should reward you for your well behaving."

you look at her, eyes pleading. she has to give in. "go upstairs and put on that new set.

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missing ava coleman like a bitch that i made some bullshit.. also hello @simsimmahh this is to say i saw your + one other anon request !! and im combining them to do something for ava (hopefully posted soon) but this was also jealous ava so hope you enjoy :p

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Melissa’s arm was heavy across your middle, her hand cupped over your breast beneath the borrowed T-shirt. Dana was curled against your other side, one leg hooked over yours, her palm spread warm and open across the bare strip of skin at your hip and stomach where the shirt had ridden up.

You stayed still, letting the weight of them settle into you.

Last night came back in pieces.

“You two stayin’ or what?”

Dana raised an eyebrow. “You have room for us?”

Melissa snorted. “Evans, I got a king-sized bed. I think we’ll survive.”

You had laughed, and whatever nerves remained seemed to break with it.

Melissa had found clean shirts and shorts for both of you.

Once the lights were out, any attempt at keeping polite distance lasted about a minute.

Hands found skin. Mouths found mouths. Nothing rushed, nothing that went further than lingering kisses and slow touches, but none of you could quite keep to yourselves now that the feelings were finally out in the open.

You fell asleep sometime later with Melissa’s curls against your cheek and Dana’s fingers tangled with yours across your stomach.

Now, morning light filtered through the half-closed blinds. 

Melissa shifted in her sleep, her hand tightening over your breast. Dana’s thumb stroked once, absently, across the soft skin just above the waistband of the borrowed shorts.

You exhaled, quiet and content, and let yourself sink deeper into the warmth of both of them.

Melissa shifted against you with a low, irritated sound and tried to disappear farther into the pillow.

You smiled and kissed her temple.

“Morning,” you murmured.

She grumbled something that might have been a threat.

You stayed where you were another moment before glancing down at the way the three of you had arranged yourselves during the night.

Mel?”

Another grumble.

“Can I have my boob back?”

Melissa’s eyes opened.

Her hand disappeared so quickly you laughed.

“Jesus Christ.”

You caught her wrist before she could retreat completely.

“I didn’t say you had to move.”

Melissa stared at you, still fighting her way toward consciousness.

“You’re a pain in the ass first thing in the morning too?”

“Consistency is important.”

On your other side, Dana stirred.

“Well. Good morning to both of you.”

You felt her shift, propping herself up on one elbow, clearly enjoying the situation far more than either of you deserved.

Melissa squinted at her. “Don’t start, Evans.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“That face is doing plenty.”

Dana’s mouth curved.

Her hand was still splayed across the bare skin of your hip and stomach. Melissa’s was still on your breast. The three of you seemed to realize the arrangement at the same time.

“You gonna keep staring at us, Mel, or are you planning to do something about it?”

Melissa gave a short laugh, but it didn’t quite hide the nerves underneath.

Her eyes moved between the two of you. “You two sure about this?”

You turned fully toward her.

“We’re sure about you.”

That quieted her.

Dana’s hand settled at your hip, thumb moving once against your side.

“Have been for a while,” she said.

Melissa looked at Dana, then at you again.

Her usual sharp answer never came.

You reached up and covered the hand she still had on your breast, keeping it there.

“You can always tell us if you don’t want this,” you said, voice soft but clear. “Or if you’re not sure. Or if you want something different. Anytime. No pressure.”

Dana nodded against your shoulder. “We mean it. You set the pace.”

Melissa was quiet for a long second. Then she exhaled, the tension in her shoulders easing just a fraction.

“No,” she said. “I’ve thought about this.”

Your interest peaked immediately. So did Dana’s—you felt it in the way her fingers paused, then resumed their slow path along your skin.

“Yeah?” you asked. “What exactly have you thought about?”

Dana’s fingers drifted lower, brushing along the waistband of the borrowed shorts. 

The touch was light, teasing, meant to keep you restless while the two of you listened. You bit back a soft sound and stayed focused on Melissa.

Melissa’s eyes flicked down to where Dana’s hand was moving, then back up to your face. 

A faint flush colored her cheeks, but she didn’t look away.

“A lot,” she admitted. “Both of you. Together. Separately. The way you look at each other… the way you’ve been looking at me.” She swallowed. “I’ve thought about it more than I probably should’ve.”

Dana’s fingers slipped just beneath the waistband, still only teasing, stroking slow circles against the soft skin there. 

You shifted under the dual attention—Melissa’s hand warm on your breast, Dana’s fingers at your hip—and tried to keep your voice steady.

“Tell us,” you said. “Please?”

Melissa’s eyes stayed on yours, but her voice dropped lower.

“I’ve thought about kissing you the way I did last night,” she said. “And then not stopping. About Dana watching. About both of you touching me at the same time.” 

Her thumb moved once over your straining nipple. “I’ve thought about what you’d sound like if I put my mouth on you. What Dana would do if I did.”

Dana made a soft, approving sound against your shoulder. Her fingers slipped farther under the waistband, still only teasing strokes along the sensitive skin just above where you needed her. 

The pad of her middle finger traced the soft crease at the top of your thigh, then drifted inward, never quite touching you where you were already getting wet. You shifted your hips, breath catching hard in your throat.

Melissa noticed.

A small, knowing smile tugged at her mouth. She leaned in and kissed the corner of your lips, then the line of your jaw, open-mouthed and lingering. 

Her hand stayed exactly where it was—warm, possessive—thumb brushing over your nipple through the thin fabric of her borrowed shirt until it peaked hard under her touch. She circled it once, twice, then pinched lightly just to feel you arch.

“I’ve thought about this,” she murmured against your skin. “Waking up like this. You between us. Dana’s hands on you while I get to hear every sound you make.”

Dana’s fingers finally dipped lower. Still maddeningly light. Just the barest graze of her fingertips over the soft, slick heat between your legs. You were already wet enough that the touch made a soft, filthy sound. A quiet, frustrated noise escaped you before you could stop it.

Melissa’s breath hitched against your neck. Dana’s low chuckle vibrated against your shoulder.

“So sensitive already,” Dana murmured, amused and fond and a little dark. She stroked again, firmer this time—two fingers sliding through your folds, spreading the wetness, then circling your clit with slow pressure. Not enough. Just enough to make you ache for her. “Fuck, baby. You’re soaked.”

Melissa kissed the side of your throat, then higher. The moment her teeth grazed just under your ear you shuddered hard, a sharp little sound escaping before you could stop it. Melissa pulled back just enough to look at your face. 

A slow, knowing smirk curved her mouth.

“That the spot?” she asked, voice pleased with the discovery.

She leaned in again and dragged her teeth over the same sensitive place, slower this time, then soothed it with her tongue. 

Another full-body shiver ran through you. You clenched around nothing, aching for their touch.

“That’s the spot. Gets her every time,” Dana chuckled.

Melissa shoved your shirt up and returned skin-on-skin to your breast. The two of them talked over you like you weren’t even there—Dana telling her how sensitive you were, Melissa answering with a rough “Fuck, look at her”—and the casual way they discussed you only made the heat between your legs worse. 

Your hips jerked helplessly under Dana’s fingers.

“More, please Mel? Need to hear more,” you groaned.

“Yeah?” Melissa said. “I’ve thought about a lot. Thought about what you’d feel like under my mouth. Thought about Dana holding you open for me. Thought about both of you taking turns until you couldn’t think straight.”

Dana slid one finger inside you—curling just right—while her thumb kept working your clit in tight circles. 

You moaned, hips rolling up into her hand. Melissa answered by pinching your nipple harder, then soothing it with the flat of her tongue when she ducked her head and sucked it into her mouth.

You were quickly losing control, your eyes flashing from lover to lover trying to take in as much as you could. 

Dana added a second finger, stretching you open, fucking you in steady strokes while Melissa sucked and licked and bit at your breast. 

Your free hand tangled in Melissa’s curls; the other reached back to grip Dana’s thigh, needing something solid to hold onto.

“That’s it,” Dana murmured against your ear, voice low and filthy. “Let her hear you. She’s been thinking about this. Show her how pretty you are when you come.”

Melissa lifted her head just enough to look at your face, lips wet, eyes dark. Her hand stayed on your other breast, kneading, rolling the nipple between her fingers.

“You look even better than I imagined,” she said, almost wonderingly. Then she kissed you, while Dana’s fingers kept working inside you, curling against that spongy spot until your legs started to shake.

The dual attention was too much. Melissa’s mouth on yours, her hand still working your breast, Dana’s fingers fucking you in deep, relentless strokes while her thumb rubbed tight circles over your clit. 

The pressure built fast. Your hips jerked. A broken moan spilled into Melissa’s mouth.

“That’s it,” Dana murmured against your ear, voice rough with approval. “Come for us. Let Mel see.”

You shattered.

Your cunt clenched hard around Dana’s fingers as the orgasm ripped through you in waves. You cried out against Melissa’s lips, trembling. 

Dana worked you through every pulse, never slowing, while Melissa pulled back just enough to watch—lips parted, drinking in the way your face went slack with pleasure.

“Fuck,” Melissa breathed. “Look at you, tesoro mio.”

Dana made a low, satisfied sound, fingers still moving inside you as the last tremors faded. “Pretty when she comes, isn’t she?”

Melissa’s gaze stayed locked on your face. “Yeah,” she said, voice thick. “She is.”

Dana slowly withdrew her fingers from you. They glistened in the morning light as she offered them to Melissa without a word.

She leaned in and took Dana’s fingers into her mouth. She sucked them clean slowly, thoroughly, tongue working between each one.

You and Dana both watched, transfixed. The sight of Melissa tasting you off Dana’s fingers was intoxicating enough to make you come again.

When Melissa finally released Dana’s fingers with a soft, wet pop, you reached for the hem of her shirt. She lifted her arms without being asked. You pulled the fabric up and off, tossing it aside.

Underneath was a simple black lace bra that barely contained her. Her breasts were full, heavy, the kind that made your mouth go dry on sight. Soft pale skin with faint, delicate veins just beneath the surface. Dusty pink nipples already peaked against the lace. Perfect. You knew immediately you were going to melt for them.

Dana made a low, appreciative sound beside you.

“They’re bigger than I remember,” she said, voice rough with want. Her eyes were fixed on Melissa’s breasts, mouth open like she could already taste them.

Melissa huffed a quiet laugh, a little self-conscious but clearly pleased. “Time does weird shit. Gravity’s a bitch.”

“They’re perfect,” Dana said, no teasing in it now. She reached out and cupped the breast closest to her, thumb brushing over the lace-covered nipple. You took the other side, peeling the cup down so you could feel the soft weight of her in your hand. The nipple tightened further under your palm.

Dana leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the curve of the breast she held, then looked up at Melissa.

“Perfect,” she repeated, and took the lace-covered peak into her mouth.

Dana kept her mouth on Melissa’s breast, while you did the same on the other side—tongue circling the dusty pink nipple before hollowing your cheeks. 

Melissa’s head tipped back against the pillows with a soft broken moan.

Your hands moved lower at the same time Dana’s did. Fingers slid over the soft curve of her stomach, then under the waistband of the borrowed shorts.

Melissa lifted her hips without being asked, melting under the dual attention as the two of you worked the fabric down together. The shorts slid off her legs and disappeared.

More black lace waited underneath. A simple black lace thong that sat high on her hips, the delicate pattern doing little to hide the soft curves beneath.

You pulled back just enough to look, mouth still wet from her breast.

“You should’ve told us you were wearing this last night,” you said, voice rough with appreciation. “We wouldn’t have stopped at kissing.”

Melissa let out a shaky breath that was almost a laugh. “I put it on before bed. Wasn’t sure anything was gonna happen, but I was hopin’—”

Melissa hesitated when your hand drifted lower. A flicker of self-consciousness crossed her face. Her thighs tensed just slightly under your palms.

“I don’t… get as wet as I used to,” she said, almost reluctant. “Just so you know. It’s not you. It’s just—”

Dana lifted her head from Melissa’s breast. She didn’t let her finish. She leaned up and kissed her, slow and thorough, one hand coming up to cup Melissa’s jaw.

“I know,” she murmured against her mouth. “You don’t have to explain. We know. It’s okay.”

You stroked your thumb over the soft skin of Melissa’s hip, grounding her. “Not a problem,” you said, voice steady and warm. “Not even a little. We’ve got you.”

Melissa searched your face for a second, then Dana’s, like she was still waiting for disappointment that never came. Whatever she found there eased something in her shoulders.

You shifted down the bed, settling between her thighs. “Lie back for me?”

She did, eyes still a little uncertain until you pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the black lace covering her. Then another, lower. 

You breathed her in—her skin, faint soap, the intimate scent of her—and felt her stomach jump under your hands. 

When you licked a slow stripe over the lace, Melissa’s breath caught hard. You did it again, firmer this time, letting the wet heat of your mouth soak through the delicate fabric as you worked her with your tongue. You sucked gently over where her clit was hidden, then dragged your tongue lower, tracing the shape of her through the thong until her hips gave a restless little roll.

Dana watched for a long moment, before she wet two fingers with her tongue. She slipped her hand down between Melissa’s legs, finding the raised bud of her clit through the now-damp lace, and began stroking in slow, careful circles—matching the rhythm of your tongue below. 

At the same time she leaned back in to Melissa’s breasts, taking one peaked nipple into her mouth and sucking deep while her free hand cupped and squeezed the other.

Melissa’s head tipped back against the pillows. A soft, surprised sound escaped her, half moan and half disbelief.

You hummed against the lace, the vibration pulling another moan from her, and kept eating her slow and thorough—tongue working in steady patterns, lips sealing over her, letting saliva and attention make everything slick and easy. 

Dana’s fingers never stopped their circles on her clit, and her mouth stayed busy on Melissa’s chest, switching from one breast to the other, leaving her nipples wet and tight.

Melissa’s hands found your hair and Dana’s shoulder at the same time, holding on like she needed the anchor. 

Her breathing had gone uneven. Every time your tongue pressed in or Dana’s fingers adjusted their angle, her thighs trembled around your ears.

“Fuck,” she whispered, almost to herself. “You two are so good.”

Dana lifted her mouth from Melissa’s breast just long enough to speak against her skin.

“That’s it. Just feel us. You’re doing so well.” Her fingers kept their slow circles over Melissa’s clit through the lace while you licked and sucked beneath them, tongue working her in long, thorough strokes. 

“There you go, baby” Dana murmured, kissing the soft underside of her breast, then the curve above it. “You’re getting close. I can tell. You gonna come on our girl’s tongue?”

“Fuck, fuck—”A moan broke from Melissa as she pulsed against your mouth, the waves of her orgasm taking over as Dana talked her through it.

“Oh good girl,” Dana kissed her temple as she watched the sinful scene.

You worked her through it until the last tremor faded and she finally sagged back against the pillows, breathless and flushed.

“Beautiful,” Dana said.

You lifted your head, lips wet, and rested your cheek against Melissa’s thigh, watching the two of them. Melissa’s eyes were half-lidded, a dazed little smile pulling at her mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” she managed.

Dana laughed and brushed soft red hair off her forehead.

“Told you we want you.”

Melissa was still catching her breath when she tugged you up and kissed you, tasting herself on your tongue.

When she pulled back, her eyes were dark and amused.

“My turn to share,” she said.

Then her hand cracked lightly across your ass—playful, not hard. You jumped and laughed against her shoulder.

Dana’s palm followed a second later, a firmer smack that left a warm sting.

“Hey—” you protested, still smiling. “I’d like to sit down without wincing.”

Melissa grinned. “Sorry can’t help it, it’s so cute,” and gave you one more light swat for good measure.

Her gaze slid to Dana. “I remember someone used to like a good spanking.”

Dana rolled her eyes, but the flush that crept up her neck gave her away.

“I remember a pain in the ass back then,” she shot back. “Thought it was you.”

Melissa’s grin widened. “Cute.”

She shifted, and the two of you moved at the same time. Melissa’s hand cracked across one of Dana’s cheeks; yours landed on the other a second later—firm, playful, enough to sting. Dana jolted forward with a sharp inhale that turned into a reluctant laugh.

“You two are menaces.”

“You love it,” you said, rubbing the warm spot you’d just left.

Melissa leaned in and kissed Dana before she could argue further. 

Against her lips she asked. “Am I right? You still like it?”

Dana answered the kiss for a second longer before pulling back just enough to speak.

“I do.” Her eyes flicked to you, then back to Melissa. “We use a safe word, though. In case I need to stop. It’s ‘chart.’ We should start light.”

You nodded, hand still warm on Dana’s hip.

“She likes it a lot,” you added, voice fond. “More than she usually admits. But we go at her pace.”

Melissa’s mouth curved. “I remember our old rules. That book we read when we snuck into the sex shop in ’87. Green, yellow, red. Same system?”

You stared between them.

“No way. You two are telling me that story later. In detail.” You pointed at both of them. “But I need Dana to come first.”

Dana laughed under her breath. She sat up enough to pull the rest of her clothes off, tossing them aside without ceremony, then looked at you with clear intent. 

You shifted back against the headboard and settled. Dana crawled over and laid herself across your lap on her stomach, cheek resting against the mattress, bare ass up, completely trusting.

Melissa moved closer on one side. You both started slow. 

Melissa’s gentle hands relearning the shape of her. Soft strokes up the backs of her thighs, over the curve of her ass, along her lower back beside your hands. 

Dana exhaled, the tension in her shoulders easing under the careful attention.

You leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth.

“You’re doing so good, stay still pretty girl,” you said.

Your hand drifted lower, teasing along her inner thigh, never quite reaching where she wanted you. Dana shifted, restless on your lap. You kissed her again, deeper this time.

“You ready?”

Dana’s eyes met Melissa’s over her shoulder. For old time’s sake, her mouth curved.

“Green.”

Melissa’s first spank landed sharp enough to sting, careful enough to stay well within light. Dana’s breath caught, a soft sound that was pure pleasure, and her hips pressed down against your thighs.

The movement dragged her clit along the bare skin of your leg. You felt the exact moment she registered it—her body went still for half a second, then she rolled her hips again, testing the friction. A surprised moan slipped out of her.

Melissa’s hand rested on the warm skin she’d just spanked, waiting.

“Color?” you asked, voice quiet, fingers stroking through Dana’s hair.

“Green,” Dana answered, a little breathless. “Really green.”

You and Melissa exchanged a look over her back. Then Melissa’s hand lifted again. You joined in on the other cheek, your palm landing firm and even. 

Dana jolted, a broken little sound escaping her as the dual heat bloomed across her ass. She rolled her hips again, harder this time, and you felt the smear of wetness she left on your thigh.

“Fuck, look at you,” you moaned while your hand soothed over the warm skin you’d just struck. “So pretty already. Pink and perfect.” Another light spank from Melissa, then one from you. “You’re soaking my leg, baby. So wet for us.”

Dana’s breathing had gone ragged. Her fingers curled into the sheets.

You leaned down closer, still stroking her heated skin. “Where do you want Melissa’s fingers? Tell us.”

“Inside,” Dana managed. “Please—want her fingers in my pussy.”

Melissa didn’t make her wait. She slicked her fingers and eased one inside first—letting Dana adjust before adding a second. She curled them, searching, until she found the soft spongy spot she still remembered from years ago, the one that used to make Dana fall apart. The moment she pressed against it, Dana fluttered wildly around her.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Melissa said with appreciation as she worked that spot in steady strokes. “So tight around my fingers. Just like I remembered. Even better.”

You kept a steady rhythm of lighter spanks across both cheeks—alternating, never too hard, just enough to keep the sting bright—while Dana moaned into the mattress, hips working between the friction on your thigh and Melissa’s fingers filling her.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” palm cracking across her ass again. “We know you’re worked up. You’ve been giving it all morning. Making us come, watching, touching. It’s not gonna take you long, is it?”

Dana shook her head against the sheets, already shaking.

“So close.” She moaned.

You spanked her again, harder, right as Melissa curled her fingers against that perfect spongy spot.

You leaned down, gentler now, and kissed the corner of Dana’s mouth, then her cheek, still stroking the warm, tender skin of her ass with light, soothing touches between the softer spanks.

“Come for us, baby. I know you want to come for Mel. Show her how good she makes you feel.”

Dana’s breath hitched. Melissa’s fingers kept working that perfect spot inside her, steady and consistent, while you kissed her again—full of love.

Dana shattered with a grateful moan, hips pressing hard against your thigh as she pulsed around Melissa’s fingers. 

You held her through it, kissing her shoulder, her neck, whispering soft praise while Melissa talked her through the last waves, never pulling away until Dana finally went slack and trembling across your lap.

“Good girl,” you kissed the corner of her lips, stroking her back.

As Melissa withdrew her fingers, you reached for them, still glistening, and brought her fingers to your mouth.

Holding Melissa’s gaze, you sucked them clean—slow, thorough, tasting Dana on her skin. Melissa’s eyes darkened. When you released her fingers she leaned in and kissed you, a quiet thank-you and promise all at once.

Then both of you turned back to Dana.

You eased her off your lap and into the middle of the bed. Melissa stretched out on one side, you on the other, the three of you fitting together like you’d been doing it for years. 

Dana was spent, but still she let one arm draped over your waist, the other finding Melissa’s hand across your stomach. Melissa pressed a lazy kiss to Dana’s shoulder. You brushed damp hair off her forehead and kissed her temple.

The morning light had shifted warmer across the sheets. Outside, the city kept moving. Inside, the three of you stayed tangled—sated, smiling against each other’s skin, and for the first time completely sure you were exactly where you belonged.

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