Here you go! This was meant to be more Laura/Marisha-centric, but then Travis wandered in and things got carried away. I hope it still delights :]
Also posted on AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8294789).
It's one of those Thursdays, the kind where Liam slinks all faux-casual up to Matt's table at the end of the game, where Matt gives Marisha that look, where she turns to Laura and calls out, "Girls' night?" Some people might be bothered by what could be defined as their boyfriend kicking them out of the house so he can fuck his friend, but it's really not like that, and honestly it's a nice change once in a while, like going for a middle-school sleepover. Plus it always kinda turns her on, knowing what they're doing, getting the story out of Matt the next day while she shows him who he really belongs to. It's all good.
And Laura knows what's up, so she just turns around, grins, says "Come on, darling," in her Vex voice, doubles back to take Marisha's arm with the hand that isn't holding Travis'. "We've got leftover udon - I kinda want something salty, y'know?" Travis arches an eyebrow, and Laura releases her hold on his fingers to give his arm a smack with the back of her hand. Marisha giggles and dissolves into the warmth of their presence.
At home they eat the promised udon and gnaw on these weirdly bitter licorice cats that Laura likes. They talk along to half of Clueless while they sit on the floor in front of the couch and drink a lot of white wine straight from the bottle (because after that game session they need a drink - after most game sessions they need a drink, to be honest) and Marisha's about to suggest they do their nails when Laura looks over at her with this look. Marisha looks back at her, then at the screen - Tai's just hit her head, and Marisha can't watch this scene and not do the 'rollin' with the homies' move, so she does, but Laura doesn't join her, just keeps looking at her funny, and finally Marisha turns fully to look at her friend.
"What's up?" she asks, and then Laura licks her lips.
"Just so we're clear," Laura says, "I'm a little drunk."
Marisha nods. "Me too."
"But not like... too drunk, you know?"
"Too drunk for what?"
Then Laura's leaning in to kiss her. Her mouth tastes of anise and wine and this vanilla lip balm she likes, and her hand is tangled up in Marisha's hair. Marisha makes a little surprised noise that's swallowed up in Laura's mouth, then arches into her. Everything's warm and fuzzy from the wine, and Laura's lips are extremely soft, and Marisha feels like she might melt until Laura pulls away for a second.
"This is okay, right?" Laura asks, and Marisha nods, eyes wide. She turns over her shoulder. "Hey Travis," Laura calls toward their bedroom. "Can I make out with Marisha?"
"Totally," Travis calls back really casually - like, really casually, and Marisha wonders how often they do this. Then she thinks of Mary, of Liam, of Taliesin, of basically everyone Laura's met, and figures, probably a lot. Then she stops thinking, because Laura's kissing her again, harder this time, a bit of tongue and teeth mixed in and a hand on her thigh rubbing circles in the denim. Laura sighs into her mouth, bites her lip, and Marisha moans softly, and then hears Travis' voice calling out again: "Guys, can I watch? Or...?" Laura pulls back, looks to Marisha for an answer. Marisha gulps, nods again, because that's really all she can do in this moment.
"Yeah, come on," Laura calls back. Travis comes sauntering out of the bedroom in a white t-shirt and boxer-briefs, and fuck, his arms are huge, Marisha thinks, and then Laura's sucking at her neck, her small, soft hand creeping under the hem of Marisha's shirt, and shit, this is really happening. Something clicks into focus and then Marisha's grabbing at the hair at the base of Laura's skull, pulling her head up so she can kiss her properly. She moves to straddle Laura's lap, and Laura leans back against the couch, her hands now fully up under Marisha's top, and she can hear the leather of the couch creak gently as Travis takes a seat near them.
"Go ahead," Marisha says when she pulls back from Laura's lips, "Take this off," and Laura obeys, pulling up as Marisha raises her arms. Marisha wiggles out of her bandeau as well, feels the buzz of two sets of eyes on her tits. She kneels up to get them right at Laura's eye level, hisses and tangles fingers into the other woman's hair as she sucks at one. When she looks over, Travis is stroking just the tips of his fingers over the bulge showing through his underwear, and she grins at him. Then Laura bites down on her nipple and she grits out, "Fuck," and rolls her hips against Laura's stomach.
Marisha's necklace bounces a little as she moves, cool metal against the tops of her breasts, and Laura's hand is warm on her other tit, thumb running over her nipple, and she can hear Travis breathing deep and Laura mumbling, "God, you're gorgeous," into her skin, and this is definitely not what she expected to be doing tonight but she can't say she's complaining.
When Laura moves her mouth away, kisses across her collarbone, Marisha settles back into the woman's lap, tips her chin up so she can kiss her again, tongues curling together soft and slow. Laura's hands have drifted down to the waistband of Marisha's jeans, one hand fiddling with the button, and, "Go on," Marisha says. Laura pops the button one-handed, pulls the zip down, runs her teeth across Marisha's lower lip as she slides fingers into her panties. It's an awkward angle but she can still get the pads of her fingers right where they're needed, rubbing unfocused along the outside of her cunt before circling with a bit more determination around her clit. Marisha grinds down against them, nips at Laura's jaw.
Girls' Night, Laura/Marisha/Travis, NC-17
Also posted on AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8294789).
It's one of those Thursdays, the kind where Liam slinks all faux-casual up to Matt's table at the end of the game, where Matt gives Marisha that look, where she turns to Laura and calls out, "Girls' night?" Some people might be bothered by what could be defined as their boyfriend kicking them out of the house so he can fuck his friend, but it's really not like that, and honestly it's a nice change once in a while, like going for a middle-school sleepover. Plus it always kinda turns her on, knowing what they're doing, getting the story out of Matt the next day while she shows him who he really belongs to. It's all good.
And Laura knows what's up, so she just turns around, grins, says "Come on, darling," in her Vex voice, doubles back to take Marisha's arm with the hand that isn't holding Travis'. "We've got leftover udon - I kinda want something salty, y'know?" Travis arches an eyebrow, and Laura releases her hold on his fingers to give his arm a smack with the back of her hand. Marisha giggles and dissolves into the warmth of their presence.
At home they eat the promised udon and gnaw on these weirdly bitter licorice cats that Laura likes. They talk along to half of Clueless while they sit on the floor in front of the couch and drink a lot of white wine straight from the bottle (because after that game session they need a drink - after most game sessions they need a drink, to be honest) and Marisha's about to suggest they do their nails when Laura looks over at her with this look. Marisha looks back at her, then at the screen - Tai's just hit her head, and Marisha can't watch this scene and not do the 'rollin' with the homies' move, so she does, but Laura doesn't join her, just keeps looking at her funny, and finally Marisha turns fully to look at her friend.
"What's up?" she asks, and then Laura licks her lips.
"Just so we're clear," Laura says, "I'm a little drunk."
Marisha nods. "Me too."
"But not like... too drunk, you know?"
"Too drunk for what?"
Then Laura's leaning in to kiss her. Her mouth tastes of anise and wine and this vanilla lip balm she likes, and her hand is tangled up in Marisha's hair. Marisha makes a little surprised noise that's swallowed up in Laura's mouth, then arches into her. Everything's warm and fuzzy from the wine, and Laura's lips are extremely soft, and Marisha feels like she might melt until Laura pulls away for a second.
"This is okay, right?" Laura asks, and Marisha nods, eyes wide. She turns over her shoulder. "Hey Travis," Laura calls toward their bedroom. "Can I make out with Marisha?"
"Totally," Travis calls back really casually - like, really casually, and Marisha wonders how often they do this. Then she thinks of Mary, of Liam, of Taliesin, of basically everyone Laura's met, and figures, probably a lot. Then she stops thinking, because Laura's kissing her again, harder this time, a bit of tongue and teeth mixed in and a hand on her thigh rubbing circles in the denim. Laura sighs into her mouth, bites her lip, and Marisha moans softly, and then hears Travis' voice calling out again: "Guys, can I watch? Or...?" Laura pulls back, looks to Marisha for an answer. Marisha gulps, nods again, because that's really all she can do in this moment.
"Yeah, come on," Laura calls back. Travis comes sauntering out of the bedroom in a white t-shirt and boxer-briefs, and fuck, his arms are huge, Marisha thinks, and then Laura's sucking at her neck, her small, soft hand creeping under the hem of Marisha's shirt, and shit, this is really happening. Something clicks into focus and then Marisha's grabbing at the hair at the base of Laura's skull, pulling her head up so she can kiss her properly. She moves to straddle Laura's lap, and Laura leans back against the couch, her hands now fully up under Marisha's top, and she can hear the leather of the couch creak gently as Travis takes a seat near them.
"Go ahead," Marisha says when she pulls back from Laura's lips, "Take this off," and Laura obeys, pulling up as Marisha raises her arms. Marisha wiggles out of her bandeau as well, feels the buzz of two sets of eyes on her tits. She kneels up to get them right at Laura's eye level, hisses and tangles fingers into the other woman's hair as she sucks at one. When she looks over, Travis is stroking just the tips of his fingers over the bulge showing through his underwear, and she grins at him. Then Laura bites down on her nipple and she grits out, "Fuck," and rolls her hips against Laura's stomach.
Marisha's necklace bounces a little as she moves, cool metal against the tops of her breasts, and Laura's hand is warm on her other tit, thumb running over her nipple, and she can hear Travis breathing deep and Laura mumbling, "God, you're gorgeous," into her skin, and this is definitely not what she expected to be doing tonight but she can't say she's complaining.
When Laura moves her mouth away, kisses across her collarbone, Marisha settles back into the woman's lap, tips her chin up so she can kiss her again, tongues curling together soft and slow. Laura's hands have drifted down to the waistband of Marisha's jeans, one hand fiddling with the button, and, "Go on," Marisha says. Laura pops the button one-handed, pulls the zip down, runs her teeth across Marisha's lower lip as she slides fingers into her panties. It's an awkward angle but she can still get the pads of her fingers right where they're needed, rubbing unfocused along the outside of her cunt before circling with a bit more determination around her clit. Marisha grinds down against them, nips at Laura's jaw.