[Filler’s note: this got longer, more emotional & more full of awkward miscommunication than I expected… to the point that it might read a bit like dub-con? idk. it’s all going to work out fine in the end, I promise. kinks include the lightest of D/s and some slightly unrealistic refractory periods :) ] So it’s like 5 years post campaign, and TM9 are living together in a large house near the Lavish Chateaux in Nicodranas. Yasha is dating Beau, Beau is married to Jester, Jester is dating Fjord, Fjord is dating Caleb, Caleb is dating Nott, Nott is married to Yeza. (Caduceus thinks that’s all great.) It’s weird but it works. Caleb just has one wish – that his partners would stop antagonising each other. And he has a plan…
‘A threesome?’ Nott glanced at the door, checking it was closed. It was an old habit, from her goblin days, but Caleb pretended not to notice her nerves.
‘If you don’t want to –’ he began.
‘What did Fjord say?’
‘He, ah, would be willing,’ Caleb stuttered. He’s still not a confident man in matters of the heart, even after all this time, but this meant enough – these two wonderful people getting along – that he needed to try. ‘He and I and Jester have been together, and that was… nice.’
Nott scooted closer on the bed, taking one of Caleb’s hands in her smaller, browner ones.
‘Do you think it would be… nice? Having both of us sharing you? Fjord and I don’t share easily,’ she reminded him – but she did not seem to be dismissive, or angry. Mostly curious, and Caleb could work with curious.
‘I think it would be interesting,’ he said. ‘Just an experiment.’
Nott put his hand on her thigh, ran her fingers up his arm until they reached his shoulder, his neck, his jaw. She tugged him down for a kiss, quick, practical, and he let her lead. Like he always has let her lead.
‘Okay,’ she said, finally. ‘We’ll experiment. Tonight?’
Caleb blinked.
‘If it’s going to be bad, I want to get it over with,’ Nott said calmly, and stretched up for another kiss. ‘And if it’s going to be good – I want to know.’
--
Fjord eyed the closed door nervously. Sure, he agreed to this when Caleb asked, but he didn’t honestly think for a moment that Nott would say yes. She liked him least, he knew, and that didn’t bother him (except when it did, late at night when the doubts crept up) but he was… surprised, occasionally, by some of the choices she made despite that. Choices like this one.
He knocked quietly on the door, and opened it. Nott was sprawled across Caleb’s bed – like she belonged there – reading a book, and acknowledged his presence with a brief nod and nothing else. Caleb was absent, but Fjord could hear the sounds of water from the adjoining bathroom. Caleb always insisted on bathing before sex, and it was as endearing as it was inconvenient.
Fjord sat down in the chair, wishing that he didn’t wish he wasn’t here. There was no way that this was going to end well. He already felt like an intruder.
‘Do you want to, er, try kissing or something?’
The words were out before Fjord had realised he was going to say them, and he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. Nott turned a page, glanced at him, looked back to the book. ‘Do you?’
Rejection stung, and Fjord tried his hardest to keep his face steady – not that it mattered, since Nott wasn’t even looking.
Nott sighed, and closed the book.
‘I suppose we should try it at least once,’ she said, and she put the book on the bedside table, where it joined half a dozen others. (This was Caleb’s room, after all.)
Fjord got up, since it was clear Nott wasn’t moving, and the five strides to the side of the bed felt like forever. He bent down, slightly awkwardly, and watched as Nott put a hand on his shoulder. She seemed to be steeling herself to do this, and Fjord sighed in resignation. Best to get it over with, and start dealing with the fallout.
--
Nott waited patiently as Fjord slowly walked towards her. He so clearly wanted to be anywhere but here, with her, and couldn’t even say that he wanted this. It wasn’t going to work out, but she would still try. For Caleb, she had done a lot worse than kiss someone who didn’t really like her.
She reached out a hand to Fjord’s shoulder when he got close enough, the same way she did with Caleb, and both felt and saw his pained sigh. She closed her eyes, not wanting to have to see the rejection she was about to face –
– and Fjord kissed her. She squeaked in surprise, mouth falling open, and Fjord’s mouth opened against her. Okay, he could be a prick, and he didn’t like her, but he wasn’t a half bad kisser. His tusks grazed her bottom lip, and she shivered. Neither Caleb nor Yeza really liked to bite her as hard as she liked to be bitten, but maybe Fjord would. He didn’t love her, wouldn’t worry about hurting her – she tightened her grip on Fjord’s shoulder, let her tongue run along his top lip –
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Fill: Push and Pull 1/?
Date: 2019-03-11 09:19 pm (UTC)So it’s like 5 years post campaign, and TM9 are living together in a large house near the Lavish Chateaux in Nicodranas. Yasha is dating Beau, Beau is married to Jester, Jester is dating Fjord, Fjord is dating Caleb, Caleb is dating Nott, Nott is married to Yeza. (Caduceus thinks that’s all great.) It’s weird but it works. Caleb just has one wish – that his partners would stop antagonising each other. And he has a plan…
‘A threesome?’ Nott glanced at the door, checking it was closed. It was an old habit, from her goblin days, but Caleb pretended not to notice her nerves.
‘If you don’t want to –’ he began.
‘What did Fjord say?’
‘He, ah, would be willing,’ Caleb stuttered. He’s still not a confident man in matters of the heart, even after all this time, but this meant enough – these two wonderful people getting along – that he needed to try. ‘He and I and Jester have been together, and that was… nice.’
Nott scooted closer on the bed, taking one of Caleb’s hands in her smaller, browner ones.
‘Do you think it would be… nice? Having both of us sharing you? Fjord and I don’t share easily,’ she reminded him – but she did not seem to be dismissive, or angry. Mostly curious, and Caleb could work with curious.
‘I think it would be interesting,’ he said. ‘Just an experiment.’
Nott put his hand on her thigh, ran her fingers up his arm until they reached his shoulder, his neck, his jaw. She tugged him down for a kiss, quick, practical, and he let her lead. Like he always has let her lead.
‘Okay,’ she said, finally. ‘We’ll experiment. Tonight?’
Caleb blinked.
‘If it’s going to be bad, I want to get it over with,’ Nott said calmly, and stretched up for another kiss. ‘And if it’s going to be good – I want to know.’
--
Fjord eyed the closed door nervously. Sure, he agreed to this when Caleb asked, but he didn’t honestly think for a moment that Nott would say yes. She liked him least, he knew, and that didn’t bother him (except when it did, late at night when the doubts crept up) but he was… surprised, occasionally, by some of the choices she made despite that. Choices like this one.
He knocked quietly on the door, and opened it. Nott was sprawled across Caleb’s bed – like she belonged there – reading a book, and acknowledged his presence with a brief nod and nothing else. Caleb was absent, but Fjord could hear the sounds of water from the adjoining bathroom. Caleb always insisted on bathing before sex, and it was as endearing as it was inconvenient.
Fjord sat down in the chair, wishing that he didn’t wish he wasn’t here. There was no way that this was going to end well. He already felt like an intruder.
‘Do you want to, er, try kissing or something?’
The words were out before Fjord had realised he was going to say them, and he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. Nott turned a page, glanced at him, looked back to the book. ‘Do you?’
Rejection stung, and Fjord tried his hardest to keep his face steady – not that it mattered, since Nott wasn’t even looking.
Nott sighed, and closed the book.
‘I suppose we should try it at least once,’ she said, and she put the book on the bedside table, where it joined half a dozen others. (This was Caleb’s room, after all.)
Fjord got up, since it was clear Nott wasn’t moving, and the five strides to the side of the bed felt like forever. He bent down, slightly awkwardly, and watched as Nott put a hand on his shoulder. She seemed to be steeling herself to do this, and Fjord sighed in resignation. Best to get it over with, and start dealing with the fallout.
--
Nott waited patiently as Fjord slowly walked towards her. He so clearly wanted to be anywhere but here, with her, and couldn’t even say that he wanted this. It wasn’t going to work out, but she would still try. For Caleb, she had done a lot worse than kiss someone who didn’t really like her.
She reached out a hand to Fjord’s shoulder when he got close enough, the same way she did with Caleb, and both felt and saw his pained sigh. She closed her eyes, not wanting to have to see the rejection she was about to face –
– and Fjord kissed her. She squeaked in surprise, mouth falling open, and Fjord’s mouth opened against her. Okay, he could be a prick, and he didn’t like her, but he wasn’t a half bad kisser. His tusks grazed her bottom lip, and she shivered. Neither Caleb nor Yeza really liked to bite her as hard as she liked to be bitten, but maybe Fjord would. He didn’t love her, wouldn’t worry about hurting her – she tightened her grip on Fjord’s shoulder, let her tongue run along his top lip –
‘Verdamnt, that is hot.’