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From: (Anonymous)

Takes place immediately after episode 68. Apologies for the roughness; finished it Sunday morning in a hotel room.

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Marisha is crying even as they leave the studio, and Taliesin can't help but feel a little guilty even though he ultimately couldn't control any of it. Her hand is clutching his almost to the point of pain as they walk out to their cars.

He tries to pull away, move to his car and away from Matt and Marisha's, but she doesn't let go.

"Please," is all she says, and it's so small and helpless, Taliesin lets her lead him.

Even getting into the car, she doesn't let go, just climbs into the backseat after him and leans against him, resting her head on his shoulder. She's not outright sobbing, but it's close, he can tell.

Matt watches carefully, as if he's afraid Marisha might shatter, dissolve into those sobs, while his face remains blank. But there's guilt in his eyes, and when Taliesin looks at him through the car window, Matt raises an eyebrow in helpless resignation.

It's fine. This is how it is: the game, the characters are precious to them. Fictional though they may be, they're all attached, and probably not in completely healthy ways.

Taliesin doesn't pay any more attention to Matt as he gets in and starts the car. The radio is turned down to be a vague background noise behind Marisha's sniffling and his quiet words of comfort.

"I don't want to lose you!" she says suddenly and looks at him, eyes red, tears still rolling slowly down her cheeks.

With a confused and guilty laugh, Taliesin manages a small smile and says, "You're not going to lose me." His smile fades as Marisha looks at him with such heartbreak it starts to hurt. He tucks loose hair behind her ear. There are words he can say, about how it's just a character, about how it was Percy's time especially with Ripley dead, how he has something really cool in his head to play, how Percy wasn't meant to live past his purpose.

None of those words come out. He kisses her forehead. "You won't lose me," he repeats, and holds her to him as the car bounces down the uneven streets.

"You promise?"

"Of course. Why would I ever quit?"

Again Marisha looks at him, but this time they're much closer because of how he's holding her. It's in a rough whisper that she repeats, "I don't want to lose you."

She makes the move, which is a good thing, because he was torn over doing it himself, especially with Matt in the front seat. Marisha's lips are soft on his for a brief moment that still seems to last for an age.

"I can't lose you," she says, and it sounds very different from before, in a way he's not quite sure how to interpret, especially with the way she's almost panting now.

And in response, his own voice is lower, rougher than he plans it to be. "You won't." A glance up and he catches Matt's eyes in the rearview mirror watching them. "You won't," Taliesin repeats while meeting Matt's gaze.

Marisha is on him in an instant, almost savagely, her hands pulling on his shirt to get him closer, a kiss so strong it renders him breathless before he has a chance to return it. Without thinking, his arms go around her, as much to help her balance as to keep her possessively in place, because she is moving as if to straddle him.

The car is roomier than it looks, but it's not that roomy.

Instead, he bodies her back a little so that she's mostly seated, and before she can kiss him and starve his brain of more oxygen than he can spare, especially with the way his blood is being diverted, his hand finds its way under her shirt.

Marisha is not well-endowed, but it doesn't matter at all. Immediately he can feel her nipple pressing into his hand even as she pushes her chest forward to meet his touch. There's a brief moment where that's all there is, just the kissing, devouring each other, and his hand on her breast, and then as Marisha is wont to do, she ups the game.

Without a word, she starts rubbing the front of his jeans with the flat of her hand.

Taliesin pulls away just long enough to gasp out, "Jesus, Marisha." Another look in the mirror to catch Matt looking back, eyes wide now, and pupils wider. He didn't hide who he was from them, they know some of his worst secrets, but in the moment, he isn't sure this sudden new one is a thing he can share.

I want to fuck Matt.

Or maybe let Matt fuck him. Either way, it's not something he entertained before because these are his friends, and they're together, and they're fucking perfect together, and-

Marisha undoes the button and pulls down the zipper.

So this is happening in the middle of traffic, and it's probably not a good idea, but the grip she gets on his cock even through his boxers pushes all that worry away. Now Taliesin's mind is working out the feasibility of actually fucking in this car without giving anyone who might look in the window a show.

Can we?

Marisha is tall, and he is… not small, and as much as his body is demanding penetrative satisfaction, it just doesn't seem possible. But then maybe Marisha's not so picky, because she starts pumping him as she kisses along his jaw.

Matt turns up the radio, because there are apparently lewd noises coming from his mouth and he can't even tell because- "Oh fuck."

And in an instant her hand is gone, and Taliesin wants to scream in frustration. Body trembling, he looks at her, and somehow she looks as destroyed as he feels even though he's hardly even touched her. Well maybe she's not going to get him off in the car (oh god, the sticky chafing), but that doesn't mean she's getting away with it.

Taliesin starts to return the favor, hand cupping her first, watching her eyes flutter shut as a smile curls at the corners of her mouth, and then he presses with the heel of his hand. Even through her layers of clothing, he can feel exactly where he needs to apply that pressure.

The first grind of his hand on her draws out a moan that is clearly audible even over the sound from the radio. And with every movement after, it's the same thing until Marisha is writhing, arching her entire body up off the seat, gripping the neck of his shirt and pulling it to its maximum stretch.

"Matt?" he says, and it comes out as a half-broken croak, his mouth and throat completely dry. "Matt, how far?"

Matt's voice is slightly choked as well when he says, "Not far. Just… hold on."

It's a hard thing to stop the words coming out, but this isn't the place for it, not in the car.

Please fuck me, Matt.

Marisha is still grabbing at him, and Taliesin just wants to get his mouth on her while Matt is fucking him but he has to be satisfied in the moment with just using his hand.

"Just hold on," Matt repeats, and Taliesin jerks his hand away from her, drawing out a cry of protest.

Hold on. He can do that for Matt, even if his fingernails are digging marks into his hand from his clenched fists. Even if he knows he sounds like a water buffalo ready to rut with the way his breath comes out in heavy puffs. Even if Marisha is so close and right there, Taliesin will hold on for Matt.

Time is a non-factor. Taliesin just shuts his eyes, and doesn't think about anything, just tries to get lost in the shifting shapes behind his eyelids, until there's a sharp turn, a soft bump, and the car comes to a stop. The engine goes silent, and the interior of the car remains silent.

Matt clears his throat. "We should go inside." He sounds strained, almost unhappy. No, not unhappy so much as uncomfortable, and no one can blame him for that.

Even with Taliesin's jeans undone, he is as uncomfortable as one man about to get laid (he believes) can be. "Yeah, inside." And though he doesn't mean it that way, he can't help but look at Marisha.

She looks at him, then at Matt, then exits the car and hurries up to the front door.

Women and their lack of hard-ons. With shaking hands, Taliesin zips up his pants, but doesn't bother with the button, and slowly extracts himself from the vehicle. He shares a quick, awkward glance with Matt before they both look down at one another. Oh yes, Matt is in the same state, and there's a thread of tension Taliesin hadn't been entirely aware of that snaps.

He nods, and Matt nods back. They walk to the house with Matt just slightly in the lead.

Once inside, with the door closed, Matt turns and puts his hand on the back of Taliesin's neck. He touches their foreheads together, eyes locked on one another, and says, "Not gonna lose you."

Taliesin can't help but half-smile and half-smirk at that, and say, "I'm not that easy to get rid of."

"Good." It's like a measure of forgiveness is granted with that, one that Matt needed, and with a shyness that hasn't been evident in ages, he looks away. But then he looks back, and presses a light kiss to the corner of Taliesin's mouth. "Good."

And they retreat to the bedroom together, where Marisha is already waiting.

From: (Anonymous)

Oh man, I love this. I love the whole idea of OT3 comfort after that episode, and the way it plays out here is great. Matt watching them in the rear view mirror is just...ngghh.

From: (Anonymous)

Wooo, hot hot hot.

at first I was a little weirded out by Matt just being stuck in the front seat listening to them awkwardly, but that definitely went away when I realized he was on board with the shenanigans.

Thanks so much for writing this!!!!