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Sweet and Sour is My Jam - The Story Continues	By : amorridens Category: Misc Books > Threesomes Plus Views: 1160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Morkai and Straasa absolutely refuse to move your party until they are convinced you are fully recovered. No amount of assuring on your end seems to sway them in the slightest. A sigh escapes your lips and a small rueful smile graces your face. You hate that you worry them so, but at the same time, their fussing makes you feel incredibly cherished. Plus, now you get to witness the very enjoyable scene in front of you.
Your two men have decided that they should spar while they have some down time. Each of them have stripped off their jerkins, muscles straining beneath their thin undershirts for your viewing pleasure. And what a pleasure it is. You may or may not have a line of drool running down your chin. You don’t even care at this point.
“Showing some art appreciation, sweetness?” Daelynn’s whimsical voice suddenly rings in your ear. Your head snaps around so quick that you nearly get whiplash.
“Daelynn!” you gasp out while placing a hand over your pounding heart. “You’ve got to stop using that invisibility spell to sneak up on me. You’re going to give me a heart attack!”
A wicked grin spreads across her red lips. “Is it truly me that has your heart beating so fast?” Her silver gaze flashes to the men in your group. “I’m fairly certain I know the true reason.”
An eye roll is the only response you give to her teasing as she joins you on the ground. “What’s up?”
The elf’s slender fingers start picking at the grass for a moment before she answers you. “I’m glad you’re feeling better now. Our little traveling party would be a lot less fun if you weren’t around.” You glance at her and notice the bags under her eyes. She had kept watch all of last night so that Straasa and Morkai could keep an eye on you.
You softly brush a hand over her golden locks. “I’m sorry, Daelynn. I didn’t mean to worry you,” you whisper as you get to the true heart of the matter.
She leans her head towards your stroking hand. “I know. It’s just… I couldn’t bear to lose you too.” Her voice waivers slightly as she confesses to you her concern. Ah. Eledwen’s absence has hit her the hardest. They have been friends a long time, after all. Plus, you have your suspicions that there might have been something more growing between the two women, but you were never sure. It could be quite difficult to interpret Eledwen’s emotions behind her reserved nature.
“We’re doing all we can to get her back as quickly as possible,” you tell her with determination. It’s the truth. It has been slow going, but it has been your group’s main objective since the attack orchestrated by Manerkol.
A weighted silence hangs between the two of you as the blond woman stares at the sparring men and considers her next words carefully. “There are many things that I wish I had told Eledwen before she was taken. I would give much to be able to change that.” Her sharp silver gaze blazes with determination as she turns her attention on you. “Don’t let the same thing happen to you.” As abruptly as the elf appeared, she leaves your presence and you ponder her words.
The thought of being separated from either Straasa or Morkai is enough to make anxiety clench your chest into a tight knot. But if you were, is there something that you would regret not telling them? Yes. Yes, there is.
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After your group finishes dinner, Straasa ushers Daelynn to bed. He and Morkai are planning on taking the watches tonight. You had piped up to offer to take a shift, but the withering glare that Morkai sent your way quickly quashed that idea. Geeze. You’re only trying to help.
You stand by the fire for a few minutes as you consider what you want to say to the two men. Embarrassment and apprehension seize you, and a blush colors your cheeks a lovely tomato color.
Unfortunately, this captures Morkai’s hawkish attention and he stomps over to you quickly. “What’s wrong, girl? Are you sick again?” His rough words, only serve to deepen your blush and his gaze turns mischievous as he recognizes the color on your face for what it is. “Oh? Are you blushing?” he asks with a smirk, practically radiating satisfaction. The moods of this man, you swear. “You don’t normally get shy, so what could you possibly be thinking?” he inquires with a raised brow.
At this point your conversation has captivated Straasa’s attention as well, which only serves to make your mortification soar even higher. The redhead is leaning down into your personal space, noses almost touching, leaving no room to escape. You’re certain that your face is molten lava by now. “You know I saw you watching me and Straasa spar earlier. Was there something that caught your eye?”
Well that’s not the reason for your embarrassment, and the physical attraction you feel is something that you can deal with pretty easily, so you throw a grin onto your blushing face before replying with, “Absolutely.” You finish your response by slowly dragging your gaze up and down his body with an appreciative eye. Letting him know exactly what that something was. Then you give Straasa the same treatment. “Two somethings in fact.” The look that Straasa returns is just as heated as yours. “Also, don’t think I didn’t notice how the two of you had lingering gazes for each other.” This time it’s Straasa sporting a little bit of color on his cheekbones and your grin grows wider in triumph.
You normally don’t meddle with the feelings they have between each other. You know that their relationship is slightly more complicated, with having to move past the years of companionship that both of have remained comfortable in for nearly their entire lives. Treading into territory that is new, exciting, and terrifying. Putting their friendship on the line for the potential to have something even greater.
But sometimes they need a gentle push in the right direction. And you can’t move further into a relationship with either of them until they take that step with each other, because you can’t leave anyone behind if this thing between the three of you is going to work.
Your eyes snap back to Morkai’s green ones and notice that he has straightened back up and his face is serious. Calculating. You wonder how much of your thoughts he saw on your face. He shifts his attention to his best friend and his face softens into a tender smile, with no small amount of longing. Grabbing your wrist in one of his large hands, he slowly walks over to your blue-eyed companion, who currently looks a little restless with both you and Morkai focused solely on him.
Once you reach your other companion, Morkai lets go of you and instead gradually reaches out for Straasa’s shoulder. When his hand lands on the appendage, instead of becoming tenser, Straasa seems to relax, muscles unclenching at the redhead’s gentle touch. But Morkai isn’t done.
The green-eyed man firmly pulls Straasa to him until they are pressed tightly chest-to-chest and wraps an arm around his lean waist. His other hand comes up to trail lightly against the blue-eyed man’s jaw. You gaze at them with parted lips, breath coming slightly faster. They seem to be suspended for one second that seems to stretch on for an eternity. Then the moment breaks and they surge together, lips meeting harshly, as they finally give in to what you knew they were feeling. Because you feel it too.
You lick your lips and try to swallow past your suddenly dry throat as you watch your loves drown in each other. The sight of them kissing for the first time does strange things to your lower belly and you can’t seem to keep your eyes more than half-open.
When they break apart, the two men lean their foreheads together, catching their breath. Then Straasa gently pulls away only to sweep you up into his strong embrace. One arm lands at the small of your back, his other hand trails softly down your arm and he drifts down intimately close, lips a mere centimeter away from yours. His blue eyes flicker to yours and asks a silent question. Is this okay?
Your answer is to pull one of his locs to force his lips to cross that last distance. Your breath catches as you finally kiss Straasa. His lips move over yours unhurriedly but firmly, creating a slow burning in your veins that feels like it might consume you. The arm at your back pulls you even closer, and you feel the hardness of his chest against your body, sending a delightful shiver through you.
All too soon, he pulls away and you are left aching and wanting. But not for long. Strong arms wrap around you from behind, Morkai pulling you tight against his body. One arm leaves you, only for his hand to catch the hair at the nape of your neck and tug, forcing you to look back over your shoulder at him. The slight pain at the pull of your hair causes a small gasp to escape your mouth, only for it to be swallowed up by Morkai as he claims your lips for his own. Where Straasa’s burn was slow and deep, the heat you feel from Morkai’s kiss is a flash fire over your skin, burning you in its entirety. He easily slips his tongue into your mouth when you open up for him, brushing against your own, stoking your desire even further. He releases you and you are pleased to see that he is breathing just as heavy as you are.
The three of you stare each other down for a moment, no one quite sure how to break the silence.
Well. This seems as good a time as any to get what you want to say off your chest. You take a deep breath, but you can still feel the stupid blush return to your cheeks as you brace yourself for what you are about to do. You throw a joyous smile on your face and look both of them straight in the eyes.
“I love you. Both of you. I can’t seem to bring myself to regret the path my life has taken when it has brought me to both of you.” Twin masks of utter shock meet your heartfelt confession. Ah, hell. You’re pretty sure that tomato color has come back with a vengeance.
“Well, anyways. That’s all I wanted to say. Goodnight.” Your voice is squeaking by the time you finish. Smooth, Rosalie.
Ducking your head, you make a beeline for your shared tent.
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A hand grabs you by the tunic and hauls you back several steps, nearly lifting you into the air, just as Straasa calls out, “Wait!” You come face to face with Morkai who looks slightly peeved. Well, so much for your quick escape.
“Where the hell do you get off thinking you can just run away after saying something like that?!” His right eye is ticking. Uh oh.
You turn your eyes downward. “Sorry,” you mumble. They probably weren’t ready for you to confess something like that. You should have waited. You should have-
A groan escapes Morkai’s lips and you chance a look up at him through your eyelashes. You face him fully with shock when you realize that he is wearing an exasperated, but fond half smile. “You’re so troublesome,” he mutters without any heat.
Straasa comes up to you and presses against your body until you are forced to take a step towards Morkai. Two sets of muscular arms wrap around you tightly as you get boxed in between their tall forms. Your dark-skinned lover leans down until his lips brush against your ear, feather-light. “Don’t go yet. You haven’t given us a chance to respond properly.”
Morkai’s rumbling voice reaches you next, and his fingers tighten on you. “I would be nothing without you, Rosalie. Or you, Straasa. I’m never letting you go.”
Your eyes go wide at his words, and your heart starts to fill with a tentative hope. Could he truly feel the same as you? Your eyes find Straasa’s and find that he is wearing a smile that could eclipse the sun itself, such is its brightness.
His musical voice responds with his own confession. “You both hold my heart. Always have. Always will.” He states this simply. As if there could be no other outcome.
Oh, man. Here it comes. You lower your head against Straasa’s jerkin right before a sniffle escapes you.
“Gah! Why are you crying, girl?!” Morkai sounds distinctly uncomfortable.
“Because I’m happy!” you shout right back. An odd choked sound comes from him at that, and a joyful chuckle comes from Straasa. You squeeze them all the tighter and let your happy tears flow.
This is exactly where you are meant to be.
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