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Characters: Rosie, Vanyel, and Farraige
Summary: Rose has four years of lost time to make up for with her boyfriends.
Date(s): 11/25
Warnings/Notes: NSFW

[ Though Farraige had found her first on the beach, her recently re-acquired memories drove her homeward. Home. It was such a strange thing to think. After four years, she suddenly felt split between this world and her own. There were matters she hated to leave behind, hated to think that she was abandoning. She hated more the realization that they meant she'd have to part ways from Vanyel and Farraige eventually.

She doesn't say it. Rose only thinks it, as she takes Farraige's hand as if to tether herself to him. As if somehow it'll mean that she won't lose him from her mind again. It unnerved her, honestly, how in a blink she'd forgotten only to remember. Another thing she doesn't actually say, but will stick in the recesses of her thoughts for months to come. ] We have to see him, [ she says and knows that the water mage will know who she's talking about.

It doesn't take long. At some point, she goes back to the blond they both know better. Funny enough, this form is more abnormal these days. So much has changed. Nothing has changed. It's still bizarre. Either way, she's walking through the threshold of her Xistentia home and calls, ] Honey, I'm home!

[ She has to try and bring a little levity to the situation. Before she'd even entered, however, the dogs would have alerted Vanyel to someone approaching. Now they all swarm Rose at the door like a fuzzy hivemind with noses pressed to her and tails wagging like motors. They missed their mom and the one of their own too. ]

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[Zeymahd manages to draw his attention to the post just in time for him to tidy up a little, stash the Elder Scroll and his calculations regarding it somewhere out of sight, and generally make it look like he didn't take a little jaunt into the Shivering Isles this week.

He's in the living room, doing whatever he can to keep his hands busy - including fiddle with his collar, once he's run out of things to straighten. Waiting is a torture - but she's already on her way here, and Farraige is with her. Nothing is going to happen on the relatively short walk from the beach to their house, he tells himself. But even so, he can't seem to help but worry.

Then the dogs raise their heads and run for the door to greet her, all wet noses and gleaming coats. Vanyel isn't far behind, and... for a moment, he's struck dumb by the sight of her. Then, he's navigating through the crush of furry bodies as carefully as his impatience allows, until he's close enough to scoop her up and kiss her.]

[ It's a bit surreal seeing him standing there. He's not a day older, he's still so much the same that it's jarring. All she can do for a moment is stare herself. She might not physically look different but he'll find soon enough the subtle ways she's changed. How her circumstances and the strife of war shaped her.

Four years, she thinks again, as he kisses her. Four years that she didn't know what she was missing until she'd returned. Four years that she hasn't taken in his scent or known his caress. She had worried, a little, that they wouldn't fit the same way they had before. That she'd be too changed and the distance between them too wide and strange. But it isn't. At all. It feels just like she had seen him yesterday, so natural and effortless; it feels like coming home.

She doesn't mean for her hand to leave Farraige's but it does. If she were in more of a right mind, she'd- She'd say they shouldn't, while he's right there. That they needed to talk about where she'd gone, what it meant, and if that needed any readjusting of what they had. But one thing that hasn't changed in four years is Rosie's aversion to communication and the fact that she's going to happily take this excuse to avoid that conversation for as long as possible.

She squeaks as he takes her into his arms, the same way he probably remembers. One of her hands finds the collar around his neck and she can't help the way she grins into the kiss at the feel of the leather under her touch. It makes her feel just as secure that she hoped it would, almost more certain in their love than ever before. ] Mm, [ she hums, when she gets the first break in what she hopes is a plethora of kisses. ] If I would've remembered this, I would've found a way to come back sooner.

[He doesn't interject just yet. He knows they've been together longer, that he's not necessarily a part of this, or that she doesn't see him necessarily the same way Vanyel does. What he will do, however, is try to corral the dogs a little so the two can have their moment in some measure of peace without a gigantic amount of furry bodies besieging them.

He's definitely sensed something different about her since her arrival. One way or another, it's a subject he will inquire about. But right now? No, let her have her moment in peace with Vanyel.]

[He has plenty of questions for her, of course, but they were driven out of his head at the sight of her there in the doorway. The profound relief that he hadn't lost her after all, that she was here in his arms again.

And while it's an incredibly tempting prospect to just keep kissing her, or even to bundle her off to bed and keep her there for the next few days... he knows that would be selfish of him. He's not the only who loves her, who missed her while she was - away. The proof of that is corralling the dogs so that they can have this moment, something he realizes as that first kiss breaks.]

I would hope I'm not as forgettable as all that, [He replies, letting his forehead rest against hers. It's a rather wobbly attempt at a joke, but the best he can manage just now. After stealing one more quick kiss from her, he draws back a little further, though not without some regret.] This is a conversation I suspect we'll want to be sitting down for, though - or I will, at least.

[He glances past her to Farraige, then.] You too. [It goes against every instinct in him just now, but it's nothing less than the other man deserves. Gods know, Vanyel hasn't exactly done much for him this past week.]

[ Rose leans into his kiss, just as loathe as he is to let it go. She looks at him longingly, like her gaze might make him see... Okay, well. Not sense. In fact, the opposite. But Rose doesn't want to make sense right now; she just wants to be here, with him. With Farraige. With both of them, in their home with their dogs and the life they have together here. ]

Do we have to talk, right now? [ she asks, almost innocently. As if she doesn't know what she's doing. She does. Rose hasn't gotten manipulative in the last four years. Not really. Yet, she had learned tactics. Reading the field and how to make the next best move to end up on top. Mostly for combat, but- It could be translated to interpersonal relationships well enough. Like now.

She presses a kiss to his jawline then to his neck. ] I've missed you, [ she adds, looking back at Farraige with a smile before turning back to, uh, her task at hand. ] Both of you. There'll be time to talk later, I'm not going anywhere again for a good long while so long as I can help it.

I'll just have to make a stronger version of that sensing charm.

[The dogs are still too excited to see Rosie, and he ultimately gives up his efforts on corralling the dogs, instead opting to come closer to the two of them, not really sure of what to do or where to put his hands. All he really knew right now was he wanted to hug both of them.

Were this another circumstance, he might be wise to her tricks. Right now, he was tired. Between the war, worrying about her suddenly going missing, new problems with Beag, he didn't raise a complaint more than a brief but knowing glance in her direction.]

You'll have to teach it to me, once you do. [Vanyel quips to Farraige before turning his attention back to Rose.

His whole demeanor softens immediately, between her words and those delightfully distracting kisses. Of course he wants answers, but... it's been a long week, and he's missed her so very much.

A pleased little sigh escapes him, head tilting back a little under her kisses even as he replies, soft and just a touch on the breathless side.] Even if we don't end up doing any talking, we should probably still get inside.

[ She catches that glance of Farraige's. He's... a bit wiser to what she's doing, it seems. Vanyel might be too but absence has made his heart grow fonder. He's weaker, maybe, to her kisses and gentle, loving touches.

A unmistakably coy smile curls her lips as she can feel Vanyel succumbing to her feminine wiles. She'd never used them purposefully before. And she would never use them maliciously now, but- There is intent behind what she's doing. Avoidance. There's so much that Rose needs to say, but doesn't want to. So much that she's worried about but would rather just try and kiss away. ]

We should, [ she says, giving him a quick peck on the lips before walking passed him into the house. As she walks, she behinds to unhook the light armor she'd been wearing. It falls off easily, the dogs sniffing it curiously as it clinks to the ground. Her clothes underneath are just as easily peeled off and discarded, showing off the silver lines of her scars, bare skin, and underwear. Nothing fancy, obviously, as she had been prepped for battle, not landing in someone's bed but- She doesn't need lingerie to be sexy. ]

Edited 2017-12-10 11:15 (UTC)

[Even if he might be wise to her shenanigans, he's still a man. He follows the two inside, catching sight of Rose as she discards her armor and clothing. He has to wonder what's going to happen, what the two have planned.

Well, knowing them, they're gonna do the do. But where does he fit into all this? Feeling something of an outsider, despite how close he is to the two of them. Close, and yet far away.]

You know that's a bit of a distraction.

[His remark comes with a little playful snark, as if that wasn't her plan the whole time.]

[He almost doesn't want to let her go, but moving was his idea, so he simply follows her, drawn after her like a lodestone to the north. His gaze trails down her body as her armor and clothes fall away, a quiet sound of want escaping him at the sight of her.

But even that lovely view doesn't distract him from Farraige's presence entirely - he'd almost thought they'd have to coax the younger man to follow them, but apparently the relief that Rose is safe and desire for her are having much the same effect on him as they are on Vanyel.] I suspect that was the point. [He answers in a wry undertone.

[A memory flickers through his mind as they approach the bedroom, of discussing this very possibility with Rose. And he makes up his mind then and there, as the only one here who's ever done this before, to do his utmost to make it an enjoyable experience for all of them.

They cross the threshold, and the bedroom door swings shut at a gesture from him. He considers the bed, then Rose and Farraige.] Rose in the middle, I think - unless milady objects?

Edited 2018-01-05 23:24 (UTC)

[ Exactly the way she likes her men, drawn like magnets to pull of her body. That sound doesn't escape her attention either and her lips curl up into a smirk in response. Just as planned. ]

It was, [ she answers easily over her shoulder. By now, even her underwear has been peeled away. Nudity is something she used to be shy about but not so much these days. At least, not in the privacy of her own home and not with two men she's been naked in front of before.

The woman wastes no time in crawling on the bed, sitting on her knees and looking at the two almost expectantly. They're way too over-dressed right now, for one thing. The mention of her being in the middle causes an interested raise of her eyebrows though. Now that's quite the idea. ]

No objections here, [ she's happy to say. ]

[Seeing as Rose is far less inclined to address the elephant in the room, Farraige decides instead to go with the flow. After all, he can't deny that he's extremely happy to see her, and she no doubt wants to make up for lost time. Following her lead, he starts discarding his clothing, which admitted isn't much given how little he's usually dressed anyway.

It occurs to him as well this is the first time he's been nude in front of Vanyel, and so looks at them both a little sheepishly before working up the nerve to discard his clothing. It's really happening, he isn't gonna back out.]

So... Might need a few pointers from you two. Haven't really done this before.

[And boy does he sound awkward. But he's determined, and that still comes through in his voice all the same. Whether he's talking threesomes or sex in general remains to be seen.]

[Which leaves Vanyel as the last to strip - something that would shock anyone who'd known his reputation back home, he's sure. He's smiling a little at the thought even as he follows suit, without the slightest bit of hesitation or shyness.

It's the first time Farraige will have seen him naked or vice versa. Vanyel himself is lean and toned, and his gaze flicks over Farraige's body curiously before he offers the younger man what he hopes is a reassuring smile.]

We can do that. [He says, having no trouble speaking for Rose here since he knows she's already given Farraige at least a few.

He settles next to Rose on the bed, one arm sneaking behind her to pat the space on her other side.]

We absolutely can, [ the blond hums in agreement. She reaches for Vanyel soon as he comes close, planting a kiss on his cheek as he's settled in. It's an easy affection, almost natural in a way. Her gaze goes back to Farraige, giving an undoubtedly appreciative lookover of his body. While nothing she hasn't seen before, it's... been a while. She's happy to see him opening up a little to. To both of them. That was important for making all of this work. ]

Admittedly, I've new myself to two. But I think that's just part of the fun!

[ And as they both know, Rose is all about having fun. Adventerous, even in the bedroom. ]

[He's relieved that the two of them are so supportive of him. He settles onto the bed on the other side of Rose, taking in the sight of the two. There was all sorts of emotions running about his head. Excitement primary among them, with a nervous smile still on his face. Feeling a bit emboldened by the situation at hand, he was wondering how things were going to start off?

Well, a kiss couldn't hurt. One for Rosie which was given easily enough, but being more intimate with Vanyel was a whole new experience. It's pretty clear he wants to, but he isn't totally sure if she's just here for Rosie.]

[He gives a pleased hum at the kiss to his cheek, turning to steal a kiss from Rose while Farraige settles in. And once the younger man has kissed Rose, Vanyel leans around her to steal a kiss from him too - testing the waters.]

Away we go, [he says once the kiss breaks, and smiles gently at Farraige.]

[ It's such an adorable smile. She remembers telling Vanyel he was like a puppy and, well- That just proves itself to be true with his hesitant excitement. She hums happily into that kiss, then-

Oh. Looks like it's Vanyel's turn. ]

Hot, [ she can't help but say as soon as Vanyel and Farraige kiss. Sorry, boys, she doesn't want to ruin the moment but they both should know how shameless their girlfriend is. ]

[Whatever tension Farraige had felt with that first kiss just melts away at Rose's commentary, fighting to hold back a snicker when his lips met Vanyel's.]

Damn it.

[Of course his tone jovial and he's all smiles. He goes for a second kiss from Vanyel after shooting Rosie a stern but playful look. Don't make him laugh while he's trying to kiss a hot dude, that's just rude!!]

[He can't quite fight back a grin at Rose's commentary either, lips starting to curve against Farraige's as that first kiss breaks.]

Behave, you. [He tells her, mock sternly, and the hand still behind her swats playfully at her rear.] You'll get your turn soon enough.

[With that said, he turns his attention back to Farraige and meets him halfway on that second kiss, free hand coming to rest on the back of the younger man's neck as he deepens it.]

[ The woman gives a little peep at the swat, unable to stop herself from letting out a few huffs of laughter. Rose looks as innocent as she can between the both of them, shoulders rising in a playful shrug. That was kind of the goal, honestly. To help Farraige loosen up just a little!

It's also true. The blond bites her bottom lip as she watches; she was never very good at watching. It doesn't feel like her turn can come soon enough, honestly. One of her hands drifts to the part between her legs, fingers starting to skim idly against her clit. ]

[The feeling of Vanyel's warm hand against the back of his neck earns a happy little sigh out of Farraige. Where once he might've been more tense, the kiss and the additional physical contact are just making him feel all sorts of pleased and fuzzy inside.

That said, he can't help but sneak a glance at what Rosie is doing to preoccupy herself while her boys get more familiar with each other.]

[And Vanyel's pleased in turn, to feel Farraige relaxing. This is meant to be fun, after all.

When the kiss breaks he tilts his head, trailing smaller, softer kisses along that narrow jaw and the slender column of Farraige's neck, and takes the chance to peek at Rosie too.]

What do you think? [He pauses long enough to ask Farraige.] Should we give our girl a hand, or put on more of a show for her first?

[ They're so cruel, she thinks. Teasing her this way. It's not often that the shoe is on the other foot, but ugh. When it is, it's awful. No wonder she likes to be the one in the lead she practically loses all her patience when she's not. It's taking a lot of restraint not just grab the both of them and get things rolling.

Good things come to those who wait. And she knows that this will be worth the wait, but still. She wants them now. ]

I vote the first option, [ she says, voice wobbling just a little as she applies slick pressure against her clit. She's so turned on already it's ridiculous. Please, she silently seems to say with her body language. Please. ]

I dunno...

[He'll tilt his head back, making a half show, half genuine moan from Vanyel's contact.]

Do you think she's earned it?

[Right now his hands are all on Vanyel, trailing down ever so slightly to drift across his stomach. It's making him nervous, but also very excited. He had to admit, he delighted in having this kind of pull over Rosie.]

Hmm... [He lets his teeth graze the curve where Farraige's neck and shoulder meet as he thinks that over.

His stomach muscles twitch slightly under Farraige's touch, and he trails a hand down the younger man's back in turn, work-rough fingers tracing the faint dips and bumps of of his spine.]

I think so - but then, I'm always inclined to spoil her a little. [Suiting words to actions, the hand he still has behind Rose traces its way around, over her hip and down to join her hand between her legs - a visible aura of warm golden healing magic surrounding it.]

[ She's not a voyeur. Well, she is but- It's difficult. Not being an active participant is killing her, honestly. Literally, she's pretty sure. She feels like she might die if she can't touch either of them soon.

Okay, so. Maybe she's being a little dramatic. Just a little. Regardless, Vanyel's touch can't come soon enough. She lets out a sound that's half moan and half sigh of relief as his fingers find their way to the warmth pooling between her legs.

She lets him take the reins there, body tingling in all the right ways thanks to where his healing spell is centralized. ] And you wonder why I'm so impatient, [ is all she says before using her hands now to cup his face and kiss him. ]

[Recognizing the flow of magic, familiar and unfamiliar all at once, gives the young wizard a wicked idea. With the gentlest of smiles his hands leave Vanyel for a moment, letting Rose feel a ripple of his own healing magic in conjunction with Vanyel's. While it doesn't last long, it is indeed powerful.]

I believe someone said something once about too much of a good thing, hm?

[With that bit of mischief, he'll return to tracing little shapes all over Vanyel, enjoying the sensation of the other man under his hands. Not quite daring enough to touch him as he's doing to Rosie. At least, not yet.]

[Oh. Oh. His lips curve into a smile against Rose's, and as much as he always enjoys kissing her, that move of Farraige's deserves some acknowledgement. So he breaks that kiss and leans over to kiss Farraige again soundly, the hand on his neck sliding around to cup his cheek.]

We did talk a little about that, if I recall, [he murmurs when he has to pull back for air, tingling thumb idly tracing circles around Rose's clit] -the possibility of you and I both using healing magic on her at once.

[And as much as he's enjoying Farraige's hands on his skin, he wouldn't mind in the least letting Rose be the center of attention for a little while either.]

[ Did they talk about it? Honestly, Rose is having a harder time remembering what exactly was discussed. It's hard to focus on just about anything, really, once that wave of extra healing magic washes over her. She shudders from the good feelings it brings, giving a small peep of pleasure. She has to hold onto Vanyel to center herself after. For as much stamina as she usually has, the poor blond imagines she's not going to be able to last if they keep doing that.

Though that isn't to say she wasn't already planning on a couple orgasms already... or more. More is probably likely, in this case. 'Too much of a good thing' be damned. She wants it. She wants them. It's really taking everything in her not to practically pounce them herself. She knows she has to be good, however, to get exactly what she wants. Even if it's so insanely difficult the longer this goes on. ]

No time like the present to test it out, right? [ Which translates, essentially, to please. ]

I'm all for a bit of scientific experimentation, yes.

[His hands find Rose's body, teasing fingertips making their way across her stomach, to her breasts. If Vanyel's going to focus on her clit, then Farraige's magic would be well served with giving her the same experience from her nipples.

There's always something to be said to be careful what you wish for, especially with the parties involved.]

Not too much, is it?

[He watches Farraige's hands skim up over her stomach to cup her breasts, unable to help an appreciative sigh at the sight. Perhaps it shouldn't be so gratifying, watching another man touch Rose, but here he is, more than half-hard as he presses against her. Voyeurism has ever done more for him than he can put into words.

One finger slips inside her, quickly followed by another. They flex and curl within her as he kisses them both in quick succession - and keeps a careful eye on Rose to make sure she's not overwhelmed in a bad way.]

[ She's usually lucky if Vanyel can hit both of those erogenous zones with his magic alone. To have their differing healing magic working in tandem at different points is nothing short of incredible. There is definitely something to be said about being careful what you wish for. But like fuck Rose cares anymore what that human saying was trying to warn her of because she feels nothing but good and isn't about to want that to stop anytime soon. ]

It's-

[ she starts but then that finger of Vanyel's sliding up into her cuts her off as she moans. The second one that enters gets another drawn from her. Her hips give a little reflexive roll towards his hand and she kisses him back, of course. She actually has to stop herself from kissing him again, from losing herself in kissing him like she often does because there's another party to think of. ]

It's awesome.

[Being the greedy little thing that he can be, he steals a kiss from them both, watching with a certain aroused fascination as Vanyel's fingers sink into Rose's body. While his focus is on his magic, he does a little awkward shuffle to be close to the two of them, he wants Rose to know as much pleasure as possible, but there's definitely a growing desire in him as well.

Grabbing one of Rose's free hands, he gently guides her to his erection, curling her fingers around it with a soft huff and a needy look in his eyes.]

[He accepts both their kisses, returning them hungrily - and copies Farraige's move, of shuffling closer to Rose in hopes of getting a little attention paid to his own cock. He doesn't guide Rose's hand to it, but only because both of his are rather full:

As the two fingers of the one thrust in and out of Rose, his other hand skates down Farraige's back again - and if that one is all a-tingle with healing magic too... well, color him curious to see how the younger man reacts to it.]

[ She likes it, really. Rose remembers a time when Farraige would have fit the adjective of shy. Sometimes he still does, actually- In this moment, however, she's actually proud of how bold he is. She happily obliges his request for some attention; her fingers curl instinctively around his cock and stroking in a gentle, easy rhythm. It's a little dry but the pre-come leaking from his tip helps with that.

Vanyel doesn't have to guide her hand because she reaches for him anyway. She's got two perfectly good hands to use, why not have them both around dicks that are practically begging for her attention? It's really the only way to live, in Rose's opinion. She gives more sounds of approval at those fingers sliding in and out of her but she'll need something more soon. ]

I didn't take you boys for teases, but jeez. I want you guys inside me like yesterday. And I think you want in me like yesterday.

[The touch on both sides earns a rare, unrestrained sound from their partner. He initially tries to stifle it, looking a little shy and uneasy about being so openly needy. Then there's that surge of healing magic all Vanyel's own, and it earns a startled but pleasant noise out of the wizard.]

W-well, what can I say? I had good teachers.

[Of course, this only leads to his hands wandering between the two of them. After all, one good turn deserves another right?]

[He really is adorable, Vanyel can't help but think, and makes a low, pleased sound of his own at the younger mage's touch.] You're doing very well, [he agrees, stealing a quick kiss.

His hand settles for a moment on Farraige's tailbone as his fingers find Rose's g-spot. He nibbles at her earlobe, then murmurs] You're not wrong. So - how would you like us?

[ Rose likes to think she has a decent sense of taste in men. Vanyel is claim to that, of course. But Farraige's charming in his own rights. It's not just the magic kink, despite what some people might say.

It's a lot of the magic kink, sure, but not just that. She also thinks he's very cute and innocent and there's something so appealing about the idea of being the one to change that. ]

I- Ohhh. [ Excuse her, she has to moan. Those fingers are just so, so great. ] I thought I was- was gonna' be the filling of this sandwhich.

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