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Tea Rose 13: His
Author: Kat
Title: His
Story: In the Heart -- Regency AU
Colors: Tea rose 13 (I am afraid that the pleasantness of an employment does not always evince its propriety.)
Supplies and Materials: Tapestry (Tea rose/eraser), eraser (Regency AU), frame, novelty beads (Safe, Miranda Lambert), glue (Your senses are more highly tuned today, attracting you to do something very specific.), glitter (I Won't Let You Go, James Morrison).
Word Count: 2568
Rating: R
Summary: Felipe comes home to his lovers.
Warnings: mentioned background adultery/polyphobia, assuming that's a thing. Also nonexplicit sexytimes.
Notes: I started this in January. Yeah. The OT3 has been together about six months at this point.
"Mr. Claro!" Summer fairly flew down the stairs and into his arms—laughing, he picked her up and spun her round, then tugged her close in the embrace that was all he dared in front of the servants. "You're back early! We weren't expecting you until tomorrow."
"I hurried," he said, and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "How could I not, when I knew you were waiting for me?" The tone was playful but the words were deeply felt, and she knew it—he saw a shudder pass through her, a blush rise on her cheeks, and wanted badly to kiss her. But in the eyes of the public at least she was another man's wife, so he had to exercise at least a little discretion. He scooped up her hand and bent to kiss that instead.
She giggled, and blushed, and turned her hand in his so that he kissed her palm. "Mr. Ryan is out just now, but he'll be home soon," she said. "Will you wait in the study, perhaps?"
Clever girl. No one in the house invaded Zack's study, except the two of them. "I would be honored," he replied, and offered his elbow to her. "If you will accompany me, of course."
"Madam." They both started; the housekeeper had slipped into the room entirely unnoticed. "Will you have tea for Mr. Claro, madam?" she asked, rather disapprovingly.
"No, thank you, Mrs. Hartford," Summer said, brightly, and tucked her hand into the crook of Felipe's elbow. "We regard him as quite one of the family."
"But I appreciate the gesture," Felipe added, touching Summer's hand. "From both of you."
The housekeeper frowned, but dropped a curtsey and left them to make their way up to Zack's study unaccompanied.
They spoke of little nothings on the stairs; how he had found the roads, where Zack had gone, what things occupied Summer's days. It was silly and sweet and domestic, and had he not spent the last two weeks dreaming of his lovers it might have been a pleasant way to pass the afternoon. As it was, he barely managed to close the study door behind him before he had Summer, pressing her up against the wall, his arms round her waist and her hands clutching at his shoulders and her mouth opening beneath his, everything he'd dreamed in the long, empty nights.
He pulled away after a moment, to take in her eyes, her just-open mouth, the pale blush brushed across her cheekbones. "I missed you," he breathed.
"I missed you," she replied, and skimmed a hand over his forehead. "Your hair is longer."
"I haven't had a chance to have it cut," and he was kissing her again. He could never get enough of her mouth, the sweet taste of her and the way she opened so willingly for him. Her mouth, and the curve of her back beneath her stays and dress, the soft rise of her breasts, the way her hip fit perfectly into his hand—he truly believed she'd been made for him, for him and Zack.
He dropped down to scatter kisses over her neck and collarbone, and she wound her hand into his hair. "Don't—don't cut it," she said breathlessly, her grip just this side of too tight. "I like it this way."
"Then I won't," he said, and leaned up to kiss her again. "Christ, you're perfect, do you have any idea how perfect you are?"
Her blush darkened, spread down her face to her neck and her breasts. She was perfect, so perfect—but she was only half of what he wanted.
"Where's Zack?" he asked, between kisses along her neck. "You said soon..."
"Riding," she gasped, and arched into his body. "He said... gone an hour..."
"More like three-quarters of an hour," Zack said, from the doorway. "Hello, Felipe."
Summer squeaked, but Felipe just grinned against her shoulder. "Shut the door, Zachary. Can't you see your wife is in a compromising position?"
Zack chuckled, then shut the door; Felipe heard the tick of it, and the click of the latch. Ah. Perhaps he should have latched it before—but then Zack would have had to knock and the mood would be off. As it was... he pressed another kiss to Summer's collarbone.
"Naughty boy," Zack murmured, sweeping his hand up the line of Felipe's spine. It came to rest on the back of his neck, with just the slightest hint of a grip. Felipe turned his head just enough to see him, half-smile and hungry eyes. "You've started without me."
There was a question in his eyes that didn't match the half-laughing tone, and Felipe stopped, considered. He could say something foolish, laugh it off, and move back to Summer, make her whimper under his hands and let Zack watch, or...
He raised an eyebrow, saw Zack's eyes turn dark with desire. "And what if I did?"
A pleased smile touched Zack's mouth. "Then you'll have to be punished, won't you?"
Felipe's breath quickened at the thought.
Summer looked up at them both, wide eyes pleading and a touch confused, her breasts rising and falling in quick little shudders. Zack linked his arms around Felipe's waist and set his chin on his shoulder, then nibbled thoughtfully on the side of his jaw, until, at last, he spoke.
"Make her come," Zack said in his ear, and Felipe's breathing picked up. "It isn't fair to make her suffer for your bad behavior. So make her come, and then make me come, and then--"
Felipe held his breath, and beneath him, so did Summer.
"Then you get to wait," Zack said, decisively. "You get to wait until after supper. Don't touch yourself, either. Just wait."
Summer closed her eyes and moaned, a faint little sound that shot straight to his groin.
He let out his breath in a full-body shudder. "Yes, sir," he said, and bent to Summer.
He could not undress her, not here—the two of them could probably get her dressed again, but her hair would be a lost cause, and they really should be reasonably discreet, if at all possible. So he loosened the top of her bodice only just enough, and tugged her skirts upwards, folded them into her trembling hands, and went to work. Zack was heavy against his back, his breath warm in Felipe's ear and his cock pushing into his back; Summer was hot against his chest, her skin smooth, her body tight and pulsing and--
It felt like seconds later when she cried out suddenly and shuddered under him. Felipe blinked—she was sensitive, yes, but he'd barely touched her. "All right, love?" he asked, moving his hand to her hip, rubbing a slow, soothing circle.
"Yes," she said, her voice breathy, her eyes half-closed. "I'm fine."
Zack let go, and for a moment he mourned the loss of the warm weight against his back, until Zack came to stand in front of Felipe, next to Summer, his arm sliding around her waist. "Lean on me," he told her, voice low, and she shifted her weight to his side.
For a moment Felipe stood back and watched them. They were beautiful together, Summer's red hair and soft face curling lovely against the black wool of Zack's morning coat, Zack's hands broad across her back and at her shoulder. Beautiful, and his, to watch, to hold, to touch and kiss and embrace. Beautiful.
Zack was looking at him, mouth amused, one blond eyebrow lifted. "Well?" he asked, and rested a hand at his hip. "It's my turn now, is it not?"
Felipe grinned at him, and sank to his knees.
--
The wait was excruciating, moving through the day with his coat tugged low and his legs crossed whenever he sat. He could barely look at his lovers; when he caught sight of Summer's sleepy and satisfied expression or Zack's smug smile, his trousers just got tighter. Thank God most of the servants were unshockable, and the disapproving housekeeper was merely a temporary one until their beloved Mrs. Hawkins returned from her daughter's confinement.
He could kill Zack, though. Seven hours between the study and their bed, and he spent all of it, including supper, with an erection. Damn the man. He was sure Zack was enjoying his misery.
He was even more sure when, after they had all gone up to bed, he crept into Summer's bedroom as usual to find Zack unfastening the back of her dress.
"Not yet," Zack said, without even looking away from Summer. "Sit down, we'll get to you in a moment."
"You," Felipe informed him, "are a tormenter. A foul, fiendish tormentor." He sat on the bed, crossed his legs out of habit.
Zack snorted, and pushed the sleeves of Summer's bodice a little down her arms. "If you hadn't started without me, none of this would have happened," he said, and leaned forward to kiss the nape of Summer's neck before he began unpinning her hair.
"I don't understand," Summer ventured, after a moment. "You aren't really angry with him."
"No, not at all," Felipe said, at the same time as Zack laughed.
"No, love," he said, and kissed the nape of her neck again, brushing a red curl aside, before moving on to unlace her corset. "It's a game we used to play in the army. You can play too if you like."
Now there was an idea. Summer with her hair drawn back and a stern look on his face, Felipe on his knees with Zack beside him—he shivered at the thought, and bit his lip.
Summer considered, then shook her head. "Not now," she said, dashing Felipe's dreams. "I think I would prefer to watch this time."
"And so you shall," Zack said, and dropped a kiss on her shoulder. "Are you ready?"
"Mm." Summer pulled her chemise over her head, and stood naked for a moment, her eyes closed, her arms crossed across her breasts. "Yes," she said, and turned, took Zack's hand, let him lead her to the bed.
Felipe could not quite remember afterwards what the three of them did together, exactly. Impressions, yes—Summer gasping high and breathless, the clench of her body around his fingers and cock, Zack's hands hot on him, his mouth wet and relentless. It was too great a relief to have them touch him, finally, to touch them however he liked. Two weeks and seven hours of waiting and then there was Summer, crying out and twisting beneath him, Zack pressed against him, breathing hard and heavy. His, they were his, and he would never, ever let them go.
They lay together afterwards, a tangled pile of naked limbs, Summer between them, with her hair tumbling all over their shoulders. She was always between them, when they lay together, protected in the space between their bodies. Not that she was incapable of taking care of herself—it was more that she was theirs and they were soldiers, and they did not like her unprotected.
"We're glad you're back," Zack said drowsily, reaching over Summer's side to stroke Felipe's hip. "We've missed you."
"Summer said," Felipe said, and bent to kiss her nose. "I missed you too. Both of you. It was very cold, sleeping alone."
Summer hummed, deep in her chest, and rubbed her nose against his shoulder for a moment. Lovely, she was lovely, and Zack, chuckling a bit, was handsome, and they were his and he was never, ever going to lose the thrill that ran through him whenever he thought that, that they were his...
"I'm going to have a baby," Summer blurted suddenly, then turned a rather charming shade of red and hid her face in Felipe's shoulder.
He jerked his chin up, met Zack's eyes, saw joy that matched his. "Summer, love," he began, and couldn't finish, couldn't speak past the sudden lump in his throat. A baby, their baby, a child for all three of them—
"A baby," Zack finished for him, bent and kissed the nape of Summer's neck. "When?"
She emerged from Felipe's shoulder then, still rather pink but a little more steady. "August, I think. The beginning of autumn."
"Oh, love," Felipe said, tipped her head up and kissed her, open-mouthed. "Little love. You're sure?"
She nodded, bit at her lip. "I wasn't, before, but I've missed my monthlies twice, and I feel so—" Her blush heightened again. "I... I want so much more. I wrote Gina. She said it was normal."
And Gina, Lady Carew, mother to four children and aware of their arrangement, would certainly be the best person to ask. Felipe supposed that explained her sudden extreme sensitivity. Still, if she wanted more— "You want more, little love?" he asked, and slid a hand down, cupped her hip.
Summer inhaled sharply, and her pupils widened, her eyes dark in the flickering firelight. "Yes," she said, a little tentatively, a little begging.
"Well, then," Zack said, and dropped a kiss on her shoulder. "We'll have to do something about that."
--
After Summer fell asleep, her pale skin flushed pink with loving and her body boneless between them, Felipe met Zack's eyes and said, quietly, "There'll be talk."
"There's already talk," Zack replied, shifting his hands around Summer's waist to her abdomen. "Why should this be any different?"
"August," Felipe reminded him. "They'll say it isn't yours."
He shrugged, gently, so as not to disturb Summer. "It probably isn't, with that timing. What of it? They'll all be ours."
Felipe ignored the sudden rush of joy he felt at the thought of children with his lovers and shook his head. "No, that... that isn't what I meant. There's talk, there's always talk, but this kind of talk may make her... vulnerable. Especially once she starts to show."
Zack frowned, then his eyebrows lifted and he let out an almost silent hiss of acknowledgement. "Ah. Yes. Impertinent remarks."
"Impertinent approaches," Felipe corrected, thinking with a shudder of the young brides he'd known, girls married to decrepit old men who'd made their sexual availability known as soon as they knew themselves to be pregnant. Or worse, the men who preyed on such girls, who assumed any young matron with child was theirs for the taking.
Zack's hand lifted away from Summer's skin and curled into a fist. "No. Not our Summer."
"Not our Summer," Felipe agreed. "One of us will have to stay with her in company. Or one of my lady Carew's friends. I'm certain they would not harm her."
"Not when they'd be risking my lady's anger." Lady Carew had an obvious soft spot for her lover's sister, and a fairly legendary temper when it came to people hurting those she loved. So, for that matter, did Sir Joseph, though his revenge would be far more immediate and less subtle than his wife's. "Though I should think Miss Kendall would be the one to fear," Zack added. His hand dropped again, to cradle Summer's belly protectively.
"She's certainly terrifying." Felipe resettled her against his shoulder, and reached over her to rest a hand on Zack's hip. "Summer must be safe, though, and our baby. That's all I meant. We must make sure of that."
Zack eased an arm out from beneath Summer's head and ran careful fingers through Felipe's hair. "We will. Always."
Title: His
Story: In the Heart -- Regency AU
Colors: Tea rose 13 (I am afraid that the pleasantness of an employment does not always evince its propriety.)
Supplies and Materials: Tapestry (Tea rose/eraser), eraser (Regency AU), frame, novelty beads (Safe, Miranda Lambert), glue (Your senses are more highly tuned today, attracting you to do something very specific.), glitter (I Won't Let You Go, James Morrison).
Word Count: 2568
Rating: R
Summary: Felipe comes home to his lovers.
Warnings: mentioned background adultery/polyphobia, assuming that's a thing. Also nonexplicit sexytimes.
Notes: I started this in January. Yeah. The OT3 has been together about six months at this point.
"Mr. Claro!" Summer fairly flew down the stairs and into his arms—laughing, he picked her up and spun her round, then tugged her close in the embrace that was all he dared in front of the servants. "You're back early! We weren't expecting you until tomorrow."
"I hurried," he said, and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "How could I not, when I knew you were waiting for me?" The tone was playful but the words were deeply felt, and she knew it—he saw a shudder pass through her, a blush rise on her cheeks, and wanted badly to kiss her. But in the eyes of the public at least she was another man's wife, so he had to exercise at least a little discretion. He scooped up her hand and bent to kiss that instead.
She giggled, and blushed, and turned her hand in his so that he kissed her palm. "Mr. Ryan is out just now, but he'll be home soon," she said. "Will you wait in the study, perhaps?"
Clever girl. No one in the house invaded Zack's study, except the two of them. "I would be honored," he replied, and offered his elbow to her. "If you will accompany me, of course."
"Madam." They both started; the housekeeper had slipped into the room entirely unnoticed. "Will you have tea for Mr. Claro, madam?" she asked, rather disapprovingly.
"No, thank you, Mrs. Hartford," Summer said, brightly, and tucked her hand into the crook of Felipe's elbow. "We regard him as quite one of the family."
"But I appreciate the gesture," Felipe added, touching Summer's hand. "From both of you."
The housekeeper frowned, but dropped a curtsey and left them to make their way up to Zack's study unaccompanied.
They spoke of little nothings on the stairs; how he had found the roads, where Zack had gone, what things occupied Summer's days. It was silly and sweet and domestic, and had he not spent the last two weeks dreaming of his lovers it might have been a pleasant way to pass the afternoon. As it was, he barely managed to close the study door behind him before he had Summer, pressing her up against the wall, his arms round her waist and her hands clutching at his shoulders and her mouth opening beneath his, everything he'd dreamed in the long, empty nights.
He pulled away after a moment, to take in her eyes, her just-open mouth, the pale blush brushed across her cheekbones. "I missed you," he breathed.
"I missed you," she replied, and skimmed a hand over his forehead. "Your hair is longer."
"I haven't had a chance to have it cut," and he was kissing her again. He could never get enough of her mouth, the sweet taste of her and the way she opened so willingly for him. Her mouth, and the curve of her back beneath her stays and dress, the soft rise of her breasts, the way her hip fit perfectly into his hand—he truly believed she'd been made for him, for him and Zack.
He dropped down to scatter kisses over her neck and collarbone, and she wound her hand into his hair. "Don't—don't cut it," she said breathlessly, her grip just this side of too tight. "I like it this way."
"Then I won't," he said, and leaned up to kiss her again. "Christ, you're perfect, do you have any idea how perfect you are?"
Her blush darkened, spread down her face to her neck and her breasts. She was perfect, so perfect—but she was only half of what he wanted.
"Where's Zack?" he asked, between kisses along her neck. "You said soon..."
"Riding," she gasped, and arched into his body. "He said... gone an hour..."
"More like three-quarters of an hour," Zack said, from the doorway. "Hello, Felipe."
Summer squeaked, but Felipe just grinned against her shoulder. "Shut the door, Zachary. Can't you see your wife is in a compromising position?"
Zack chuckled, then shut the door; Felipe heard the tick of it, and the click of the latch. Ah. Perhaps he should have latched it before—but then Zack would have had to knock and the mood would be off. As it was... he pressed another kiss to Summer's collarbone.
"Naughty boy," Zack murmured, sweeping his hand up the line of Felipe's spine. It came to rest on the back of his neck, with just the slightest hint of a grip. Felipe turned his head just enough to see him, half-smile and hungry eyes. "You've started without me."
There was a question in his eyes that didn't match the half-laughing tone, and Felipe stopped, considered. He could say something foolish, laugh it off, and move back to Summer, make her whimper under his hands and let Zack watch, or...
He raised an eyebrow, saw Zack's eyes turn dark with desire. "And what if I did?"
A pleased smile touched Zack's mouth. "Then you'll have to be punished, won't you?"
Felipe's breath quickened at the thought.
Summer looked up at them both, wide eyes pleading and a touch confused, her breasts rising and falling in quick little shudders. Zack linked his arms around Felipe's waist and set his chin on his shoulder, then nibbled thoughtfully on the side of his jaw, until, at last, he spoke.
"Make her come," Zack said in his ear, and Felipe's breathing picked up. "It isn't fair to make her suffer for your bad behavior. So make her come, and then make me come, and then--"
Felipe held his breath, and beneath him, so did Summer.
"Then you get to wait," Zack said, decisively. "You get to wait until after supper. Don't touch yourself, either. Just wait."
Summer closed her eyes and moaned, a faint little sound that shot straight to his groin.
He let out his breath in a full-body shudder. "Yes, sir," he said, and bent to Summer.
He could not undress her, not here—the two of them could probably get her dressed again, but her hair would be a lost cause, and they really should be reasonably discreet, if at all possible. So he loosened the top of her bodice only just enough, and tugged her skirts upwards, folded them into her trembling hands, and went to work. Zack was heavy against his back, his breath warm in Felipe's ear and his cock pushing into his back; Summer was hot against his chest, her skin smooth, her body tight and pulsing and--
It felt like seconds later when she cried out suddenly and shuddered under him. Felipe blinked—she was sensitive, yes, but he'd barely touched her. "All right, love?" he asked, moving his hand to her hip, rubbing a slow, soothing circle.
"Yes," she said, her voice breathy, her eyes half-closed. "I'm fine."
Zack let go, and for a moment he mourned the loss of the warm weight against his back, until Zack came to stand in front of Felipe, next to Summer, his arm sliding around her waist. "Lean on me," he told her, voice low, and she shifted her weight to his side.
For a moment Felipe stood back and watched them. They were beautiful together, Summer's red hair and soft face curling lovely against the black wool of Zack's morning coat, Zack's hands broad across her back and at her shoulder. Beautiful, and his, to watch, to hold, to touch and kiss and embrace. Beautiful.
Zack was looking at him, mouth amused, one blond eyebrow lifted. "Well?" he asked, and rested a hand at his hip. "It's my turn now, is it not?"
Felipe grinned at him, and sank to his knees.
--
The wait was excruciating, moving through the day with his coat tugged low and his legs crossed whenever he sat. He could barely look at his lovers; when he caught sight of Summer's sleepy and satisfied expression or Zack's smug smile, his trousers just got tighter. Thank God most of the servants were unshockable, and the disapproving housekeeper was merely a temporary one until their beloved Mrs. Hawkins returned from her daughter's confinement.
He could kill Zack, though. Seven hours between the study and their bed, and he spent all of it, including supper, with an erection. Damn the man. He was sure Zack was enjoying his misery.
He was even more sure when, after they had all gone up to bed, he crept into Summer's bedroom as usual to find Zack unfastening the back of her dress.
"Not yet," Zack said, without even looking away from Summer. "Sit down, we'll get to you in a moment."
"You," Felipe informed him, "are a tormenter. A foul, fiendish tormentor." He sat on the bed, crossed his legs out of habit.
Zack snorted, and pushed the sleeves of Summer's bodice a little down her arms. "If you hadn't started without me, none of this would have happened," he said, and leaned forward to kiss the nape of Summer's neck before he began unpinning her hair.
"I don't understand," Summer ventured, after a moment. "You aren't really angry with him."
"No, not at all," Felipe said, at the same time as Zack laughed.
"No, love," he said, and kissed the nape of her neck again, brushing a red curl aside, before moving on to unlace her corset. "It's a game we used to play in the army. You can play too if you like."
Now there was an idea. Summer with her hair drawn back and a stern look on his face, Felipe on his knees with Zack beside him—he shivered at the thought, and bit his lip.
Summer considered, then shook her head. "Not now," she said, dashing Felipe's dreams. "I think I would prefer to watch this time."
"And so you shall," Zack said, and dropped a kiss on her shoulder. "Are you ready?"
"Mm." Summer pulled her chemise over her head, and stood naked for a moment, her eyes closed, her arms crossed across her breasts. "Yes," she said, and turned, took Zack's hand, let him lead her to the bed.
Felipe could not quite remember afterwards what the three of them did together, exactly. Impressions, yes—Summer gasping high and breathless, the clench of her body around his fingers and cock, Zack's hands hot on him, his mouth wet and relentless. It was too great a relief to have them touch him, finally, to touch them however he liked. Two weeks and seven hours of waiting and then there was Summer, crying out and twisting beneath him, Zack pressed against him, breathing hard and heavy. His, they were his, and he would never, ever let them go.
They lay together afterwards, a tangled pile of naked limbs, Summer between them, with her hair tumbling all over their shoulders. She was always between them, when they lay together, protected in the space between their bodies. Not that she was incapable of taking care of herself—it was more that she was theirs and they were soldiers, and they did not like her unprotected.
"We're glad you're back," Zack said drowsily, reaching over Summer's side to stroke Felipe's hip. "We've missed you."
"Summer said," Felipe said, and bent to kiss her nose. "I missed you too. Both of you. It was very cold, sleeping alone."
Summer hummed, deep in her chest, and rubbed her nose against his shoulder for a moment. Lovely, she was lovely, and Zack, chuckling a bit, was handsome, and they were his and he was never, ever going to lose the thrill that ran through him whenever he thought that, that they were his...
"I'm going to have a baby," Summer blurted suddenly, then turned a rather charming shade of red and hid her face in Felipe's shoulder.
He jerked his chin up, met Zack's eyes, saw joy that matched his. "Summer, love," he began, and couldn't finish, couldn't speak past the sudden lump in his throat. A baby, their baby, a child for all three of them—
"A baby," Zack finished for him, bent and kissed the nape of Summer's neck. "When?"
She emerged from Felipe's shoulder then, still rather pink but a little more steady. "August, I think. The beginning of autumn."
"Oh, love," Felipe said, tipped her head up and kissed her, open-mouthed. "Little love. You're sure?"
She nodded, bit at her lip. "I wasn't, before, but I've missed my monthlies twice, and I feel so—" Her blush heightened again. "I... I want so much more. I wrote Gina. She said it was normal."
And Gina, Lady Carew, mother to four children and aware of their arrangement, would certainly be the best person to ask. Felipe supposed that explained her sudden extreme sensitivity. Still, if she wanted more— "You want more, little love?" he asked, and slid a hand down, cupped her hip.
Summer inhaled sharply, and her pupils widened, her eyes dark in the flickering firelight. "Yes," she said, a little tentatively, a little begging.
"Well, then," Zack said, and dropped a kiss on her shoulder. "We'll have to do something about that."
--
After Summer fell asleep, her pale skin flushed pink with loving and her body boneless between them, Felipe met Zack's eyes and said, quietly, "There'll be talk."
"There's already talk," Zack replied, shifting his hands around Summer's waist to her abdomen. "Why should this be any different?"
"August," Felipe reminded him. "They'll say it isn't yours."
He shrugged, gently, so as not to disturb Summer. "It probably isn't, with that timing. What of it? They'll all be ours."
Felipe ignored the sudden rush of joy he felt at the thought of children with his lovers and shook his head. "No, that... that isn't what I meant. There's talk, there's always talk, but this kind of talk may make her... vulnerable. Especially once she starts to show."
Zack frowned, then his eyebrows lifted and he let out an almost silent hiss of acknowledgement. "Ah. Yes. Impertinent remarks."
"Impertinent approaches," Felipe corrected, thinking with a shudder of the young brides he'd known, girls married to decrepit old men who'd made their sexual availability known as soon as they knew themselves to be pregnant. Or worse, the men who preyed on such girls, who assumed any young matron with child was theirs for the taking.
Zack's hand lifted away from Summer's skin and curled into a fist. "No. Not our Summer."
"Not our Summer," Felipe agreed. "One of us will have to stay with her in company. Or one of my lady Carew's friends. I'm certain they would not harm her."
"Not when they'd be risking my lady's anger." Lady Carew had an obvious soft spot for her lover's sister, and a fairly legendary temper when it came to people hurting those she loved. So, for that matter, did Sir Joseph, though his revenge would be far more immediate and less subtle than his wife's. "Though I should think Miss Kendall would be the one to fear," Zack added. His hand dropped again, to cradle Summer's belly protectively.
"She's certainly terrifying." Felipe resettled her against his shoulder, and reached over her to rest a hand on Zack's hip. "Summer must be safe, though, and our baby. That's all I meant. We must make sure of that."
Zack eased an arm out from beneath Summer's head and ran careful fingers through Felipe's hair. "We will. Always."
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Just. THIS SORCERY OF YOU KISSES. I... the words. They go wrong wai!
"Shut the door, Zachary. Can't you see your wife is in a compromising position?" = YES DAMNIT
And there was subsequent yes. Involving porn. And teasing.
DELICIOUS TEASING.
And awkward announcements of adorable given from the most adorables of all places (between Zack and Felipe).
This end of the year?
SO HARD. Every time I read, you make it harder.
I love it. I love this fic! I love Summer and the boys and ohhhh the sexytiems.
Thank you so much!
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"This end of the year?
SO HARD. Every time I read, you make it harder."
Not sure what you mean by this?
But anyway, thank you SO SO MUCH for all your compliments and making me blush like a madwoman. <3333 THANK YOU.
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If you want me to do a guest pick of your stuff at the end of the year, it's going to take me a week.
I am srsly thinking of starting a shortlist.
...which won't be short, but you get the idea.
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Well, maybe you could do quarterly quest picks.
*ahem*
*not at all fishing for compliments*