This is it. Or, it will be soon. She was going to have to beg, first. I ran my tongue along her inner thigh, working my way down while avoiding touching her pussy itself. She whimpered, realizing that I wasn't done with my teasing. I licked her juices off her legs, and only hesitated for a moment before I went lower, into the crack of her ass. OhGodICan'tBelieveYou'dDoThat! She didn't complain, and I certainly didn't mind. I pressed my own breasts hard against her side as I kept licking everywhere except the one place she needed most.
I cheated with my power, again, getting her as close to orgasm as possible without letting her go over. She wasn't going to cum until I allowed it, and that wasn't until she begged me.
"You." She gasped, after ten long minutes of slow teasing. "Fine. You win. I'm begging you. Please."
I smiled, my breath close enough for her to feel it on her swollen lips. "Please, what?"
She groaned. DesireNeedLove. "Please let me touch you. I need to, so bad."
I smiled. "Undress me first."
RealizationHesitationIDon'tKnowIf— I let my tongue dip briefly into her virgin pussy. OhYes!No!Don'tStopNow! She didn't hesitate any more, simply reaching over and gripping my shorts, tugging at them frantically.
I shifted my hips, letting her do her thing. Then came the underwear. I didn't know where she threw them, but for the first time we were both naked in the same room. She knew what I wanted her to do, and after a moment of hesitation, I felt it. Her tongue brushed hesitantly across my clit. I came immediately. It wasn't a powerful orgasm, but a series of tremors rocked my body, and my juices spilled onto my inner thigh.
"Oh god, did I just..."
"Yeah," I agreed dreamily.
"And you came for me."
"I did."
"Do it again," she growled as she placed her mouth over my lips. I screamed as much in shock as pleasure, and felt her grab my hair, pushing my face into her pussy. She bucked against my mouth, covering my face in her juices as she started to climax hard, her legs crushing my head like a vice. I swallowed the fluids as best I could while she attacked my clit with her tongue.
Her technique was lacking, inexperienced, and she didn't have my cheat sheet to work with. But I could feel how much she loved me, and how badly she wanted me. My second climax followed, and it was earth shattering. My fingers dug into the flesh of her ass as I rode out wave afer wave of pleasure, until I was forced to make her stop sucking on my oversensitive nub.
We rolled away from each other, gasping as we both lay on the other's leg. It would be a few minutes before we could breath, before we could even pull together enough coherent thought to get words through our link.
Eventually we crawled into actually laying in the bed, smiling goofily at each other. ConcernHesitation. "Did I... was I good?"
I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, you were."
"But."
God damn it. "No one's an expert their first time."
"I'll get better."
My stomach clenched up. "Does that mean we'll keep, y'know, this?"
She tried to glare at me, but her grin ruined any chance of that working. "You already forced me to beg for it once. Try it again and I'll slap you."
That might be fun, too. SurpriseInterestDesire. Taylor rolled over toward me and gripped my hair. "Oh, no. This time I'm going to make you beg." She pushed me down, and I tasted my own juices on her lips.
* * *
Amelia bonus: Theo almost gets laid.
"That could have been us," Clarice stated the moment we were out into the open air. "The jealousy and the unnecessary strife. It doesn't take a lot to imagine what would have happened."
I hesitated for a moment. She wasn't entirely wrong, but I didn't really see that being a concern for us. "Maybe. It helps that we're better people than that. That and we have our own little secret weapon." I wrapped my arm around Missy.
"Are you calling me short?" Missy tried to look angry at me, but her scowl didn't reach my eyes. Around us, the flash of cameras went off. The reporters had managed to get here while we were inside watching the opera, and were now busily getting their photographs of us. We didn't always go out in our dress uniforms, but we had to at least sometimes or people might start looking for us when we were out of costume.
I smiled at her. "And awesome beyond all measure."
"Sucking up, huh? You have good instincts, I think I'll keep you." She leaned against my arm, smiling softly. Her green eyes showed their concern. "I still can't believe you took us to see Tristan and Isolde."
I knew what she meant instantly. German play, German playwrite. "Yeah." I hesitated for a moment, glancing at Clarice for a moment. She was sporting dark reddish brown hair lately, the color of rich mahogany. "I'm not going to let my Kaiser's ghost tarnish something beautiful. He was a horrible excuse for a father and an even worse excuse for a man, but that doesn't mean that everything he might approve of is inherently bad. I won't let him have that kind of power over my life anymore. He's not worthy of it."
Clarice smiled and nodded. She, more than anyone, would understand what I was feeling. I almost felt bad that I had these problems to work through at all, because compared to what she had been through, they were nothing. As fucked up as my own father was, he wasn't Jack Slash.
"And this is no longer about the play." Missy followed my eyes to Clarice.
I sighed. "No, I suppose not. I guess I can't help but see the parallels between us and them."
"Yeah, but we love each other. Besides, he can go sit on a metal spike and then use his power on it. We're happy, and that's all that matters." She pulled me into a kiss, and I ignored the flashes of photography catching this moment that was none of their goddamn business. I felt Missy's arm move, and felt the shift of her weight as she grabbed Clarice and pulled her closer. "We all love each other."
Clarice and I looked at each other, then glanced at the crowd. She spoke first. "No, that's okay. I... I can wait. It'll only take a few minutes."
I knew she didn't want to, though. She was so patient and understanding about the whole situation, never once complaining about it. I loved her, and Missy loved her, and we knew this was something that was hurting her. I could see in Missy's eyes that she was tired of it, and frankly so was I, but I took a halfhearted stab at talking Missy out of it. "It basically ensures both our identities are public knowledge by the end of the weekend. You know that, right?"
Missy smirked at me. "What identities? When was the last time either of us went anywhere in our civies? It's barely even a formality."
"You have a point." The last time Theo Anders did anything with people who didn't know he was a cape was when I officially took control of Medhall, over a year ago. I took in Clarice's nervously hopeful smile, and the shimmer of tears in her deep blue eyes. If there were any doubts left, that ended them. I reached my hand out for hers, which she grabbed eagerly. I ignored the murmers and camera clicks as I kissed her publically for the first time.
I heard Missy sigh beside me. "Oh, for fuck's sake." Her arm slipped between us and pushed me back. I watched the helmet of her armor open and fold back, her short golden hair sparkled in the flashing camera lights as she reached her hand up to cup Clarice's cheek.
Clarice squeaked in adorable surprise as Missy folded her backward, their faces meeting in the tangle of blonde and auburn hair. I doubted the cameras would catch how the hair seemed to float a little, a sign that Missy was using the antigrav tech in the armor to keep her from accidentally falling during the display.
I simply activated the com system to call up Amelia.
"Please tell me it's not an emergency." She did not sound happy to be hearing from me.
"Well... your little sister is currently having a very public makeout session with another girl."
I heard Taylor sigh. "I hope you don't mean Vicky." She sounded at least as annoyed as Amelia was.
Did I interrupt something... private? Yeah, probably. No wonder they're pissed. Better just to use bulletin points. "No, the other one. Missy's identity is blown. Mine won't be far behind. We've already decided okay with it. Just didn't want you to be surprised when you hear about it on the news."
"No, that's smart of you," Taylor agreed. "We'll let the PR team know, they can deal with it. That's what we pay them for."
Amelia followed up, completing the second half of the same thought the way the two of them had a habit of doing. "Don't worry. They're going to love this. But don't let them talk into announcing an engagement unless you really mean it."
Engagement? I looked over at the two girls who were still going at it. That doesn't sound like a bad idea at all, actually. "Uh, yeah, I'll keep that in mind. Bye."
"We'll discuss it more tomorrow."
"Now that that's over," Amelia's voice lowered. I heard a smack sound over the com. "Who gave you permission to speak-" Then the line went dead. I might need to tell our tech department about a that flaw. If I could find a way to do it that didn't get me fed to spiders. My thoughts were interrupted when Missy lifted Clarice back to her feet.
"And that is how you kiss a woman and mean it!" She declared, smiling wildly. Her face was flushed a little, and her hair was messy. "Now show me what you've learned."
What? "Umm... yeah, sure." Clarice's smile was no longer nervous. If anything, it was a little dreamy. I wasn't the type to be extravagantly flashy, like Missy could be at times, but I liked to think I knew what I was doing. I slipped my arms around Clarice, smiling. A simply command had the mask of my armor folding itself back. If they were going without masks, so would I. "We should have done this a long time ago."
She looked like she was about to cry again. "It's fine. We all had our reasons."
Yeah, though most of them revolved around me being compared to my father. Everything else that the media circus was about to throw at us was secondary to that fear, of me becoming like him. "I know. But those don't matter anymore. What matters is that I love you."
She moaned softly as I kissed her. I could taste the hints of strawberry from Missy's chap stick as Clarice kissed me back deep and slow. It lacked the forcefulness of Missy's more impulsive and passionate style. The two girls were so different in some ways, which was probably part of why they got along so well. There were no words for how lucky I was to have them.
We were still kissing when we got home, though we switched up who was doing the kissing as the mood struck us. I admit, I probably had as much fun watching as participating. We even tried a three way kiss, which it turns out is far too difficult to be sexy. Or fun. Or safe. We gave up before we accidentally cut off one of our tongues on the others' teeth.
Amongst the many other advantage of having Missy as a girlfriend, dinner and an opera in New York was a two minute walk. I reluctantly broke my kiss with Missy. "We probably should talk about what this means, now that our identities are open." I realized what that might sound like after a moment. "Don't get me wrong, I don't regret it for an instant. But it has some pretty huge implications. I mean, there's the stuff with Medhall, and then there's-"
Missy silenced me with a peck on the lips, sparing me from uttering the words 'your mother', and all the baggage that came with it. "Yeah, you're probably right. We've got some time before curfew, we can talk about this in my room." There was something in her voice and her eyes when she said it that made me believe talking wasn't one her mind. My heart wasn't the only thing that jumped.
"Yeah. Your room." Sadly, even with the time it took for us to go back to Missy's room, that was still the smoothest line I could come up with.
I sat down on the chair in front of the computer desk, and the girls took the bed. Of the three of us, Missy had the most spartan bedroom. Computer, bookcase, and her wardrobe that probably had fewer clothes in it than mine. Clarice glanced at the clock. "We only have about fifteen minutes."
Missy rolled her eyes a bit, but didn't say anything. Whether she respected the rules Amelia set down, she respected Clarice's need for her sister's approval. I smiled a little, thinking about how to fix that issue. Missy may have been the aggressive one, but I wasn't a complete moron. "We... could always get our own place."
Their eyes locked on me. I continued my suggestion. "I mean, it's not like it needs to be big. Missy's right, we really don't lives outside of work. And I'm not exactly hurting for money." Thirty mil in cash, and whatever a third of the stocks of an international corporation was worth, not that I ever planned to sell it. "A small house is easy enough, right?" I trailed off at the end, the two girls hadn't said anything.
Missy's smile was devilish. "Just how many bedrooms are in this 'small house' of yours?" She reached her hand around Clarice and traced her slender fingers along the curvier girl's hip and upper thigh. "What are you planning to do with us sweet, innocent girls after luring us away to your place?" Clarice giggled a little, putting her hand over Missy's. I could feel myself blushing. "Yeah, I thought as much."
"You win." More giggling. Well, if they're going to play like that. "Let's make it official. Will you marry me?" The laughter stopped, and it was my turn to watch them at a loss for words for once. Not that it lasted long before Missy was back on the attack side of our verbal sparring.
"Depends. Are you asking her, or me?"
Wrong question. "Yes."
"Smartass."
I stood up and moved toward the bed, then kneeled, placing a hand on each of their laps. "I'm being serious. I love you both so much. Missy, C-" I hesitated for a moment, then decided to use her real name. I wanted them to understand who I was really asking. "Riley. Will you, both of you, do me the honor of being my wives."
"Yes!" Riley's shout was more like a gasp, as if she was surprised despite me asking already just a moment before.
"As if you even needed to ask." Missy held my hand and pulled me up, then kissed me in her usual, insistent way. I was more than happy to go along with it, my tongue dancing with hers as I tried to see if I could identify Riley's lips on her tongue. Missy's chap stick had worn off some time ago. "Oh, that's a 'yes', in case you couldn't figure it out."
Riley's voice came from my side. "So, umm, Missy. Will you marry me, too? That's how this works, right?"
Missy waved her hand over her chest like she was fanning herself. "Oh goodness me! Two praposals on the same night? How's a girl evah s'ppose to decide?" I couldn't help but chuckle at her really bad imitation of a southern dИbutante. She broke out laughing a moment later. I wasn't entirely sure Riley got the joke, but she laughed as well.
