When Chris gets out of the bathroom, One's still mostly clothed, but she's busy with her fingers and Cait is busy gasping. He stops and watches until Cait cries out and pulls One's head down to hers, sealing their mouths together. He can hear them making small noises, Cait still hauling in breaths, One's uniform rasping against the sheets.
If only I didn't have to leave, he thinks, and sighs, although he loves the bridge of the Yorktown almost as much as he loves these two women. Turning to the dresser, he pulls out a uniform and starts dressing.
Warm arms wrap around him before he can pull his tunic on, and it's One; he knows even before he turns around. "Hi," he says. "Good morning and good evening."
"It's been pretty good so far," One says, half-smiling, and leans in for a kiss.
She tastes faintly of Cait but moreso of herself; she is solid and real in ways that Cait isn't, and ethereal in ways that Cait is not, either. They are not interchangeable and he would never kiss them as if they were, so One gets different pressure and different strokes of his tongue even as she cups his face almost the same way that Cait did.
They break apart a few moments later, and he pulls himself away reluctantly to finish dressing. He watches One undress, though, and slide back into bed with Cait, and he can't stop himself from going to the bed to kiss them both one last time before leaving for shift.
They both grab his ass as he turns, and he smiles all the way to the bridge.
Love is touch (touch is love): R/NSFW 2/2
When Chris gets out of the bathroom, One's still mostly clothed, but she's busy with her fingers and Cait is busy gasping. He stops and watches until Cait cries out and pulls One's head down to hers, sealing their mouths together. He can hear them making small noises, Cait still hauling in breaths, One's uniform rasping against the sheets.
If only I didn't have to leave, he thinks, and sighs, although he loves the bridge of the Yorktown almost as much as he loves these two women. Turning to the dresser, he pulls out a uniform and starts dressing.
Warm arms wrap around him before he can pull his tunic on, and it's One; he knows even before he turns around. "Hi," he says. "Good morning and good evening."
"It's been pretty good so far," One says, half-smiling, and leans in for a kiss.
She tastes faintly of Cait but moreso of herself; she is solid and real in ways that Cait isn't, and ethereal in ways that Cait is not, either. They are not interchangeable and he would never kiss them as if they were, so One gets different pressure and different strokes of his tongue even as she cups his face almost the same way that Cait did.
They break apart a few moments later, and he pulls himself away reluctantly to finish dressing. He watches One undress, though, and slide back into bed with Cait, and he can't stop himself from going to the bed to kiss them both one last time before leaving for shift.
They both grab his ass as he turns, and he smiles all the way to the bridge.