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Maybe it had been intentional, suggesting this particular bar to Jill—the same one where you had more than once wound down long days or longer nights with Kate after work, tucked away in your usual booth, trading quiet conversation over drinks while the rest of London blurred safely and soundly, and blissfully unaware of what UNIT had avoided happening by a hairsliver thin chance of last minute brilliance.
It had become a ritual, one that had started to crack like every bit of familiarity and harmony that had made working with and for Kate Lethbridge-Stewart easy, despite the danger. Exciting, despite the unpredictability. Intoxicating, with a life full of high-stakes urgency and razor-edge precision required, the constant balancing act between scientific curiosity and catastrophic consequence that was all so worth it for the rush of adrenaline and a wicked grin and wild brown eyes full of pride and trust of Kate.
Despite the major crush you harboured for the easily lovable yet frustratingly self-abnegating Commander of UNIT.
But lately, that familiar rhythm had begun to falter, the lines between professional loyalty, personal devotion, and something far more fragile blurring beneath the weight of too many near misses, too many late nights that lingered just a second too long, and glances that carried questions into the field which inevitably led to Kate smashing down her emotional shutters and bowing out due to that infuriating selflessness and sacrifice.
Perhaps it was nothing more than desperation that prompted you to slip past DI Jill Raymond—a persistent thorn in Kate’s side and infuriatingly, undeniably handsome both in spite of and because of it—through the door she held open for you, tossing her a cheeky, over-the-shoulder smile as you passed. The older blonde smirked, her hand immediately sliding along your shoulders as you came to a stop at the bar to help you out of your coat.
“You know,” Jill said, dragging her gaze slowly from your shoes to your face, lingering on your curves deliberate enough that heat crept up your neck, “I was expecting UNIT’s secret-keeping to be impressive. But I didn’t realise Miss Lethbridge-Stewart hid her best asset under lab coats.” Her hand returned to your lower back, resting shamelessly over the curve of your arse.
You snorted, flattered, and so thoroughly enjoying the firm touch of a woman who finally spoke clarity over what she wanted from you, but nonetheless not dazed enough by it to ignore the jab and needling. “You’ve been poking around UNIT all week,” you started and rolled your eyes at the damn prideful smirk on her face, “you should know that I won’t spill a word about any secrets that may or may not exist.”
Jill leaned in closer, her hand trailing along your arse to rest on your hip, fingers slightly splayed over your stomach to pull your back against her front as she crowded you slightly against the bar under the disguise of making room for a server passing by. Her minty breath—because of course she smoked as well—hit your neck as her nose bumped against the shell of your ear at her low murmur, “Sweetheart, I will make you sing, I promise you that.”
“Oh,” you exhaled shakily, and it took another two attempts to force your voice into something that could pass as composure, “And going by how you keep buldozing your way into my mornings and afternoons, I know you’re a woman who keeps her promises.” You tried to fix her with a look of admonishment, “No matter how often security asks you to leave.”
Jill’s shit-eating grin was almost as cocky as the push of her hipbones against your arse and the squeeze of her hand.
Interrupted by the barkeeper taking your drink orders and Jill flashing her credit card with a, “On me, darling,” you thought back to how glad you were about the nuisance of a Detective Inspector who seemingly took it more than personally when UNIT swiped in to take over her latest case. If it had taken some under-the-law and white lies for the two of you to meet, then it was all worth it for Jill to look at you as if she were considering climbing you like a particularly interesting piece of architecture. The woman had her teeth in UNIT, and you were yearning for that bite to leave marks on the inside of your thighs as well.
The two of you made your way through the crowded chairs and tables, the tall blonde looming behind you with such a dominating presence that seemed to part the crowd effortlessly, and within seconds, you were sitting on a bench underneath some high windows; your jackets thrown over to the side of the wall. Jill made herself comfortable. That included her legs spread, and your bodies being lined up and pressed together from her loafers nudging your sneakers, her thigh warm against yours and her arm slung lazily over the back of the booth, fingers curled to tease your shoulder.
Usually, you despised men spreading like it would crush their balls if they weren’t invading your private space, but the sight of Jill’s thighs and the muscles straining the fabric of her tight, black slacks and her hips lifting to shift closer to you made you want to crawl underneath the table and eat her out right in front of everyone here.
Your crush on Kate had been powered by schoolgirl-like giddiness whenever she would drop by the lab, a warmth that made your chest flutter and your thoughts scatter, tinged with the sweetness of admiration and the hope of being noticed, of being graced by a smile from Kate. Kate would be sweet and caring, making sure you were fueled up on coffee when you worked late nights, making sure to drive you home herself when late nights turned into early mornings, your conversations easily moving into lighthearted banter.
Jill, on the other hand…Jill, you wanted to light you up and take you like the word “sweetness” was eradicated from the dictionary. There was only pure lust and hunger that crackled between the two of you, an energy that made you throb and consider begging her for a ride to a hotel or home right this second.
Being the fucking tease that Jill was, she was clearly aware of it and too entertained by your eagerness to take you up on the offer that had to be reflecting in your pupils like the flashing advertisements on Piccadilly Circus. Her hand finally slid from the back of the booth, down to your shoulder, then lingered; her warm palm rested there, as if she were testing the weight of you beneath it, how you trembled and leaned into her like a cat. Her thumb brushed once along the line where your neck met your collar.
You inhaled sharply.
“Aren’t you just the most responsive thing?” Jill purred and stroked her finger over your hummingbird pulse. The tip of her thumb wandered over flushed skin, all the way up to the bone of your jaw, and the slightest nudge had you tipping your head towards her, chin up so she could redirect your gaze from her legs you had oogled to the brown eyes that darkened at your hitched breath. Jill leaned in closer, and her other hand traced your other arm up and down. “I wonder—” the blonde started and her eyebrows knitting together in mock-consideration, “how long it would take before you admit that you like being under this much attention.”
Her fingers lingered along your arm, teasing and light, yet deliberate, sending shocks of desire up your spine. You swallowed, suddenly aware that every inch of her proximity was calculated to unravel you slowly, deliciously.
Before you could respond, Jill tilted her head, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face with the back of her hand, her thumb grazing your cheekbone. “Because, honestly,” she murmured, voice low and playful, “You’re practically vibrating.”
“Jill,” you breathed and noted how her eye flicked to your lips.
Just as Jill’s hand returned to the back of your neck, and your mind raced with the anticipation of surrendering completely to her—wondering just how boldly, how dominantly she would kiss you—a familiar voice cut through the tension:
“I believe you left this behind at the bar.”
You turned your head and immediately forgot what you’d been about to say. If it hadn’t been for Jill’s arm around you and the deer-in-headlights-freeze reaction that paralysed your body, you would have flung yourself away from the Detective at the sight of a pissed-off Kate Lethbridge-Stewart standing next to your table, a long black coat doing nothing to hide the tension in her body.
“Raymond,” Kate greeted smoothly. “Harassing my staff off-duty now? That seems inefficient, even for you.”
Jill’s grin widened, delighted as her hand moved lower, holding your side so Kate could see her fingers brushing your breast. “Oh, I doubt this one would call it harassment.”
Kate ignored that with the grace of someone who had clearly practised ignoring Jill Raymond specifically. Her eyes flicked to Jill’s proximity, then back to you. Something softened there, almost imperceptibly, before the corner of her mouth curled. “So I did hear correctly that you’re here tonight.”
“I…uh—yeah, I just wanted to unwind a bit,” you stumbled over the words, your hands fiddling with the hem of your jumper.
Unwind—liar, your brain whispered. Unwinding was far from what you had in mind when Jill had scoffed at the two security guards flashing their guns at her for not wanting to leave the premises until you had agreed to go out with her. She had stood there, hands in her front pockets and grinned her grin when you flustered and blushed and let her press a lingering kiss to your cheek in the shadow of the UNIT-Tower. Not even the glass front in the midday sun reflected as much radiance as you did after she had strode away, winking at you and throwing a mocking salute at the guards.
“Thought I’d help her out,” Jill said, “I was just telling her how brilliant she is. You really should hear how she smart she is, talking her heart out about what you’re keeping from the public.”
Your brain short-circuited. “I absolutely did not—”
Kate’s eyebrow lifted, and for a split second, something competitive sparked behind her composed exterior.
“She’s brilliant,” Kate said, stepping closer, close enough that you caught the familiar, steady scent of her perfume. “I’ve known that for quite some time.” Her hand rested lightly against your elbow, ostensibly to get your attention. Then she didn’t remove it.
Your stomach flipped. Their attention felt like you’d been caught between two gravitational fields, both equally impossible to resist in the fight of your lust and heart.
Jill huffed a soft laugh. “Oh, I didn’t realise appreciation at UNIT came with so many… layers of professional restraint.”
Kate’s smile turned razor-thin and diplomatic. “And I didn’t realise appreciation required you to put your hands all over my staff.”
“Like I said,” Jill’s hand moved to your thigh, and heavens, it was far too warm in this bar, with Kate’s eyes squinting at the bold fingers grazing the zipper of your jeans. “I doubt she minds it.”
Kate’s gaze dropped briefly to your lips at the movement before she caught herself, clearing her throat almost imperceptibly. “She’s very polite,” she said. “Sometimes to a fault.”
There was a softness to her voice that made you want to cry out, to shake her and ask why the bloody hell she had drawn herself away and only jumped out the moment someone else showed interest in you. Why the fuck she thought she had a monopoly on you only to keep you out of reach. Instead, it made you bold enough to reach for your glass, using Jill’s thigh to hold yourself while you looked up at Kate through your lashes.
“Why don’t you join us?” you asked and squeezed Jill’s leg warningly when she made a protesting sound, one that echoed from Kate until she caught onto Jill’s displeasure of her presence.
Kate’s lips curved slightly, though the expression held a competitive edge, a satisfied glint.
Jill finally seemed to accept defeat and stretched a long arm toward her ordered whisky, but before her fingers could close around the cut glass, Kate’s slender hand slipped over it, wrapping around the glass with a smooth, confident grip. She arched an eyebrow at Jill—who scowled at Kate—and gracefully slid into the booth. Right next to you. Basically trapping you between two hot blondes.
Oh my.
“Hi,” you said quietly, the words thick in your mouth, yet they came out almost timidly.
Hazel eyes crinkled at the corner, and a knee nudged yours playfully. “Hey, you,” Kate hummed softly beside you, the sound low in her throat, thoughtful rather than dismissive. Her hand rested on the table at first, fingers drumming once against the polished surface before she turned her wrist until her knuckles brushed against your hand, where it sat frozen beside your glass.
“You really have been holding out on me, Stewart,” Jill said, settling back but not moving away. If anything, she sank deeper into your side and curled her hand further between your legs, tantalisingly close to where you swore you’d already soaked your knickers. “Who knew you didn’t have to have a stick that far up your arse to work at UNIT?”
“I thought I did my best to ensure you didn’t get anywhere close enough to anyone to find that out,” Kate sniped, and her shoulder brushed yours.
“And how did that work out?” Jill’s fingers toyed with your zipper again—up and down, flicking it slightly to punch a gasp out of you.
You swallowed, your voice barely cooperating, but a gulp of your drink and the coldness of ice against your lips shocked your system back to throw them both a look. “You two are going to be the end of me.”
Jill tilted her head and licked over the grin on her mouth. “That sounds suspiciously like encouragement.”
Kate leaned in, close enough that her shoulder fully pressed into yours, her voice warm and low, meant only for you despite the crowded pub around you. “If it becomes overwhelming,” she murmured, “you only need to say so. I won’t hesitate to show her out.” She cast a sharp look at Jill—a look that bent ministers to her will, that snapped UNIT soldiers to do her bidding, that…left Jill Raymond completely unfazed.
You into her eyes, the hazel bespeckled with gold like a painter had flicked their out brush, cheeks burning. “What if—” you dared to ask, and gathered all the courage in an example of Kate negotiating peace treaties, no matter how dangerous the species, then turned your head and lifted a hand to stroke over Jill’s neck, making sure to press your thigh against Kate’s, “What if I want you both?”
***
The door to the apartment had barely shut before Jill had you up against it, her hot mouth finally crushing against yours after an excruciatingly long Uber ride. She didn’t spare any more time, growled a “Fuck,” in the same breath as she nipped at your bottom lip, and licked filthily into your mouth when you could only whimper. Letting yourself be handled by her, both her hands were gripping your waist, her hips crowding closer in a thrust, then another. Your head hit the wood with a soft thud, but it barely registered against the roar of your own pulse and the heat of her mouth on yours. She teased, dominated, letting every kiss, every nip, every slick swipe of her tongue claim more of you, and you melted willingly, your hands tangling in her hair as if anchoring yourself to her.
Jill’s grin was there even in the chaos, hot and wild, as she whispered against your lips, “I want to taste every inch of you, lick you up until you’re screaming and I’m drenched in you,” she rasped and the world tilted on its axis.
You gasped between kisses, hips shifting instinctively to meet her thrusts, heart hammering in a rhythm you didn’t even recognize as your own but that matched the pounding pulse in your cunt. Every brush of her body, every sharp inhale of her scent, made your head spin, made the world shrink down to the heat and friction of the two of you pressed impossibly close, made you dizzy, and made you instinctively open your thighs to welcome the solid muscle of her thigh against your clothed centre.
And just when you thought you might lose yourself entirely, a sharp, deliberate click of heels echoed from the hallway.
Click.
Clack.
A sigh.
“Surely you’re aware I own a perfectly serviceable bed,” Kate’s voice carried across the room. When you managed to blink through the haze of desire enough to look at her, she stood framed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, London’s night lights spilling around her sharp, composed silhouette. One eyebrow arched when Jill made absolutely no move to acknowledge her.
Jill’s attention never wavered. If anything, Kate’s interruption only seemed to hone it. Her hand slid back to your waist, fingers spreading wide as she pressed you more firmly against the door, her body crowding yours with confident, unapologetic heat and even, rolling motions, her thigh dragging back and forth against your clit.
“Oh, I heard you,” Jill murmured lazily, though her eyes never left your face. “I’m just choosing to ignore you.”
Before you could respond or even breathe properly Jill tilted your chin up with two steady fingers before her mouth trailed away from you.
Her lips brushed along your jaw instead, warm, open, followed by the wet lapping of her tongue; the ghost of her grin pressing into your skin before her teeth grazed lightly, teasing rather than biting. The sensation sent a sharp shiver racing down your spine, your hands instinctively clutching at her coat as your head tipped back against the wood behind you.
“There,” Jill whispered against your jaw, her breath hot, her voice threaded with satisfaction. “I wonder how sweet you will sound when I fuck you, take you apart again and again.”
Her nose skimmed along your cheek, lips finding the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, nipping again, and you could only let out a high-pitched exhalation.
“Right,” Kate raised her voice and every single hair on your body stood to attention, wanted to scream, “Yes ma’am,” at her command of, “That’s quite enough of that fumbling against my front door, thank you very much!”
Throwing Jill a look and pressing a calming kiss against the mole on her chin, you ducked away from her touch. You reached for her wrist in passing to pull her along with you, your heart a jackhammer inside your chest, the closer you walked towards Kate, who had not only abandoned her coat to throw over the back of a madly comfy-looking sofa, but her navy blazer as well. Your coat and Jill’s were added to the pile even though you still knew where her wardrobe was after your last visit a few months ago.
A broken pipe at your flat and a yet-to-be-thrown-off balanced friendship between Kate and you had made it easy for you to sleep at hers for a weekend; you situated in the guestroom upstairs. Now, however, Kate wasn’t taking you up the stairs into the loft; no, her hips swayed at every heel-accompanied step through the hallway until you reached the door to the bedroom you hadn’t been shown to.
“Come here,” Kate said quietly, holding out a hand for you.
Your feet moved on instinct, drawn towards her voice and by the familiar pull of the messy ball of strings you two were tangled in, and you all but melted into her touch when Kate’s hand fell to your waist, the fingers of her other wiping away the spit of Jill as she leaned in and, oh, no supernova compared to feelings imploding inside your heart at the soft press of Kate’s lips on yours. She was warm, softer than you ever dared to imagine and fantasise, and impossibly careful and gentle, like she was testing whether this moment would shatter if she pressed too hard.
But you didn’t want this to be slow, not when you had pined after her for years. You leaned into her to chase her mouth greedily. A small sound of pure want escaped you, and going by the hand tightening on your waist, that seemed to crack Kate’s reserve.
Her breath hitched against your lips, and something dark and starving flickered through her expression. Her hand tightened at your waist, dragging you flush against her, the sudden force of it stealing your balance as her mouth claimed yours with a heat that made your knees threaten to give out. The kiss turned deeper, messier, her composure unravelling in real time as her lips parted against yours, demanding, searching, tasting like she’d been denying herself this for far too long.
“You have no idea,” she murmured against your mouth, her voice rougher than you had ever heard it, the words slipping between kisses as her thumb pressed under your chin, tilting your face exactly where she wanted it, “how long I’ve imagined this.”
Her teeth caught your lower lip—not enough to hurt, but enough to drag a gasp from you—and Kate made a low, broken sound in response, something dangerously close to a groan as she kissed you harder, slower, like she was trying to consume every reaction you gave her.
Faintly, you were aware of the bedroom door clicking shut, and then another pair of hands landed on your hips, a long, lean body aligning behind yours. She pressed closer, the line of her body fitting flush against your back. The movement nudged you further into Kate’s hold, trapping you deliciously between them, your breath catching in Kate’s mouth as Kate’s grip tightened instinctively at your waist.
Jill groaned, pushing the heat of her against your arse. “Oh, that is unfair. How am I supposed to compete with professional validation and emotional attachment?”
“You could try developing either,” Kate murmured into the kiss.
Jill’s laughter puffed against your spine. Her lips grazed the side of your neck, mapping out every shiver of a reaction that the slow ghost of her mouth lured out of you.
“Can you—” your plea was interrupted by teeth dragging over your neck, sinking deliciously close to painfully into your skin, and your hips jutted into Kate, your head falling back against Jill’s shoulder. The look you threw against the ceiling was full of desperation, “Can you please stop this nonsense and bloody get to it?”
“What do you want?” Kate asked, kissing the corner of your mouth.
At the same time, Jill made quick work of the zipper of your jeans, popping the button efficiently so that her hand wedged itself between you and Kate and the tight fabric, slipped underneath your underwear and stroked through your wetness. Your eyes acted on their own will, lashes fluttering at the sensation of three nimble, slender fingers exploring you to the best of their abilities and stealing every thought and word that you could’ve tried to tell Kate if it weren’t for Jill.
“Fuck,” you groaned, feeling Jill’s fingers on your clit and Kate’s lips smiling wickedly against yours.
“That’s the plan, isn’t it?” Jill drawled, curling her fingers and teasing your entrance, not dipping inside.
“What? Do you need another confirmation?” Kate asked and busied herself with slowly tugging the jumper over your head, her eyes clinging to the swell of your breasts in your bra, your chest lifting in erratic, jagged breaths and it’s not even the prettiest underwear you own, nothing as expensive as the clothing that hugged Kate’s perfect figure day to day, but the blown-out pupils and reverend hands taking your breasts in warm hands were priceless, made the tag at the clasps that Jill fiddled with irrelevant and when the bra was discarded and Kate’s ducked her head to take a hardened nipple between her teeth, you had all but forgotten you had worn underwear in the first place.
Still resting your head against Jill’s sharp collarbones, you were pushed slightly forward when she leaned towards Kate and a hand groped for your other breast; your eyes falling down to brown eyes looking up at you, a red mouth leaving lipstick kisses around your nipple and peppering kisses inbetween sucks and bites and flicks of a tongue so clever it shouldn’t have surprised you that Kate was this good in bed—and you weren’t even in bed yet.
All of the sudden, Jill’s hand disappeared out of your jeans, slick fingers shining with your arousal, and you were left to cry out in protest.
“Shh,” Jill hushed you and made a move to bring the fingers up.
She didn’t get far.
An iron-clad grip snapped around her wrist like handcuffs and your eyes nearly rolled back inside your head when Kate took Jill’s fingers inside her mouth, sucking and hollowing her cheeks, looking lovingly to you and staring challenging at Jill who seemed to be flabbergasted.
Spit clung to Jill’s fingers when Kate released her hand and licked her lips, humming low in her throat. “Delicious,” she rasped.
Still pressed against Jill, heat radiating from both of them, you barely had time to catch your breath when Jill’s hand shot up, gripping the back of Kate’s head with sudden, confident force.
Before you could register it, Jill had pulled Kate down over your shoulder, her lips crashing roughly against Kate’s in a kiss that was sharp, hungry, and impossibly daring. Kate’s eyes widened for only a fraction of a second before she leaned into the messy kiss, meeting Jill with equal intensity, her hand curling in Jill’s neck and in the popped front of your jeans, knuckles dragging over your skin.
There couldn’t have been a more erotic sight of their strong jawlines and sharp noses to your left, lips shining and grinning fiercely and wild, Jill’s hair ruffled and Kate’s ends curling every time Jill’s hands carded through them and twisted and pulled.
Though you changed your mind when they both, breathing unevenly, turned their eyes back to you and seemed to have come to an agreement.
“You done with your petty fighting?” you asked, more emotion than voice.
Even if the bed was big enough for the three of you, you pooled in the middle, your naked legs trashing and kicking away the covers when the strong, clearly practised tip of Jill’s tongue circled through your drenched folds, her nose nestled against your clit though not enough to fully tip you over the edge you wanted to fling yourself over in trembling desperation.
It had been going on for minutes, a torturous eternity of Jill making herself comfortable between your legs, holding your legs open at the inside of your knees and keeping you spread out for her to devour you slowly. She was relentless, ever changing her technique and rhythm, licking and tasting, lapping up your arousal to the point where her grin glistened as much as the glee in her eyes, then focusing on your clit to get you almost to the point of orgasm before retreating to swirl her tongue back through your cunt, dipping inside you until your thoughts were fuzzy.
Next to you, Kate was curled into your side, her long legs stretched out as she whispered praise into your ear whenever her mouth wasn’t occupied on your breasts, the hot heat of her nipping at every bit of skin from the stiff tips of your nipples to the taut skin over your ribs. “Aren’t you wonderful?” she murmured in awe, fingers following the flush that had spread from your face down to your chest, the more attention the two blondes paid to you.
Your eyes were glazed over, mouth open in a babble of begging Jill to stop the teasing, then begging Kate for help when Jill’s tongue continued the pattern of brutally focusing on your clit until you swore you saw stars, then letting off with playful nips of her teeth to the inside of your thighs, her hair brushing the reddened skin.
“Raymond,” Kate warned softly, though the tension in her voice and the way her damp pubic hair brushed against your side when she pressed herself closer betrayed how little she truly wanted Jill to stop.
Jill only smiled, thin lips pulling over teeth that worried at your right labia, pushing you yet closer to delirium, your legs trembling in her hold. “Relax, Stewart,” Jill purred, blowing against your drenched cunt and chuckling when you shivered and sobbed. “I’m just saying hello properly.”
And then she’s diving back, this time unbothered by any teasing and instead Jill takes your clit between her lips and sucks all coherence out of you. She was persistent, flicking it over and over with her tongue in a pattern of increasing intensity and pressure, and all that’s escaping your mouth was whittled breathing and gasps, your hips moving without thought; just pure need.
“There she goes,” Kate commented, mouthing at your jaw and swallowing your whimpers and sounds, “Beautiful. Stunning, let go, darling. Be a good girl and come, you can do it. Show me how pretty you are, yes?”
The first orgasm hit you like a summer storm, a hail of electric flashes racing through every fibre of your body and tensing your muscles until you crashed into a shower of sensations with a silent scream, one hand fisted in Jill’s hair and the other in Kate’s muscular upper arm. Clenching around nothing, your hips canted against Jill’s mouth and tongue, your face twisting up in ongoing waves of pleasure that didn’t seem to stop.
Neither did Jill.
Exposed to her damn talented mouth, you fully understood how Jill’s infuriatingly relentless, annoyingly unstoppable determination had driven Kate quietly, maddeningly wild, burrowing under her skin in a way that made her restraint shiver on the edge of breaking. What made it worse was that Kate and her had decided to be on the same page now, when you were pulled apart by the seams, your body heaving in gulps of air, sweat-covered and flushed pink, and every nerve ending lightening up as Kate’s hand wandered over your stomach further down and pushed away Jill’s head.
“My turn,” she rasped, and swung a long leg over you, pressing herself against you; chest to chest, her small breasts squishing against yours. She kept her hand between the two of you, pushing you down flat on the mattress when one of her dexterous fingers entered you slowly but steadily, curling upwards immediately to hit that spot inside you, the one that made you mewl against Kate’s mouth or so you thought before her hand withdrew from your legs your neck arching off the mattress when another finger joined the first and started a rhythm of swift, confident thrusts.
“Kate,” you stammered, shaking like a leaf in the wind and chasing her lips for a kiss that you hadn’t thought to ever happen hours ago.
Your first reaction was squeezing around the fingers inside you, heat flooding your cheeks when Kate hummed her approval, adding another finger as if you weren’t having a hard enough time keeping your composure.
At this point, you knew you would feverishly give anything to feel her tighten around your fingers.
A sharp exhale left you when your hands met warm, damp skin on her thigh that only got warmer and wetter and then, right when your fingers trailed through her cunt, touched Kate and felt her flutter, saw her eyebrows drawing together and felt her jaw go slack in a, “Oh fuck,” you noticed you weren’t the first to touch her.
Over the beautiful arch of Kate’s freckled, ivory back, you saw Jill spitting on her fingers. It drove a shiver up your spine, breath catching in your throat, and heartbeat thudding harder when Jill, who seemingly wasn’t satisfied with only taking you apart, suddenly dove down and swiped her tongue through Kate’s folds, moaning in a way that made the blonde twitch above you. Jill didn’t hesitate, lapping at Kate alongside your fingers resting on Kate’s clit.
“And you are,” Jill murmured in between licking and sucking folds and circling her clit with the tip of her tongue through your fingers. “Much sweeter than that sour attitude.”
You saw Kate shudder when her own wetness dripped onto you, smearing underneath your fingers against her throbbing bundle of nerves. You could feel her thighs trembling around your side, the muscles clenching and unclenching. She stared down at you with hazy, unfocused eyes, lips slightly parted, panting for breath. And you knew she was close.
“I love you,” you panted when Kate hooked her fingers inside you and dragged them over the spot that had you curling your toes into the mattress, “I’ve loved you for years, Kate.” A whimper tore through you; Kate’s palm had ground against your clit as her eyes snapped into clarity.
Bringing her free hand up, Kate didn’t hesitate—she grabbed the one you had buried in the pillows and intertwined her fingers with yours with a sudden, desperate eagerness. Her grip was firm, almost frantic, her thumb stroking over the back of your hand as if she couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t hold you tight enough. Her mouth opened in a rushed, “I love you too, I—fuck, I love you,” and her forehead dropped against yours, mouth panting and moaning when you felt Jill speed up her ministrations.
Kate came with a low sound, and you barreled over the edge close on her trail when two of Jill’s fingers joined Kate’s inside of you, brushing her knuckles against Kate’s. The pace was quick, and your orgasm came back with a vengeance. You cried out, the second release crashing into you, dark spots blooming across eyelids at how full you were, at how perfectly they touched you.
Later, much later, after Kate had thrown Jill onto the mattress and you had taken revenge by teasing her until her fingernails had scratched over your scalp and twisted your hair to get you where she wanted, after Kate had fucked the blonde Detective with a hand around Jill’s throat and fire in both of their eyes, after you had to weakly bat both of their hands away and plea for mercy, you felt Jill stirr behind you.
“Where are you going?” you asked into a yawn, finding enough strength in you to lift your head out of the curve of Kate’s neck.
Kate’s hand dropped from where she had stroked through your hair and detangled it to your shoulder blades, trailing her fingertips down your spine as she eyed Jill. “If I find you snooping in my office, I will let you know I have a handgun in my bedside drawer,” Kate said, lips in a tight line of suspicion.
Jill only barked out a laugh and confidently stretched her long arms, unbothered at how her naked breasts lifted, how the toned line of her stomach drew your gaze onto it. “Don’t worry, Katie,” she said huskily and you felt Kate bristle at the name, “As tempted as I am to ask for your liscense I’m going home.” She rolled out her neck, blond hair fanning over her face before she carded it back and slipped out of the bed.
“Home?” you echoed. Underneath the heavy blankets, Kate’s legs were intertwined with yours, her toes playfully nudging your calf.
“Yep,” Jill pulled up her black shorts, then reached for her slacks and pushed the button in. Standing there with her pants on and her tits out, your brain was dangerously close to short-circuiting at how handsome she was. She clasped her bra back together at her sternum, then furrowed her dark brows at the crinkles in her shirt. “Surely I can bill UNIT for my dry-cleaning, right?” she asked while she buttoned the baby blue shirt up from the bottom, slowly hiding her black sports bra and collarbones, unfortunately, behind fabric.
Next to you, Kate huffed indigantly against your temple, pressing a lingering kiss into the wisps of hair and stared at Jill. “I wouldn’t try it if I were you,” she said, low but voice edged with steel. “UNIT’s doors are closed for you and your nosy team of wannabe Sherlocks.”
Unbothered, Jill shrugged on her green waistcoat. “Good thing I know where you live, then.” Jill’s grin only widened, dark and teasing, as if she were daring Kate to do something about it.
Before Kate could respond, Jill crawled back onto the bed, moving with feline grace that left Kate stiff and tense beside you. One long leg draped over yours as she leaned in close. She pressed a quick, teasing kiss to your lips, then another to the corner of Kate’s mouth, lingering just long enough to make Kate’s jaw tighten.
“Goodbye, loves,” Jill murmured, her grin sharp and wicked as her lips brushed your hair again, soft and mischievous. “Don’t miss me too much.”
“Doubt it,” Kate said.
“Will be an effort,” you said and trailed your hand over her arm. Jill pushed herself upright, one hand briefly resting on the mattress beside you both for balance, then she was up and swiped something from the floor. For a second, you appreciated her form, bending down and her perk arse in the tight slacks, and you snorted.
Jill smirked around the cigarette she had probably stolen out of Kate’s handbag, going by the eyeroll of your lover.
“Call me,” Jill said.
“We will see,” Kate ground out.
“No, you will.” Jill held up Kate’s underwear with the same three fingers that had fucked her legless and shamelessly pushed them into the front pocket of her trousers. “If you want these back.” She tugged her vest straight and shot you a wink, “And you owe me a drink, Stewart. Ask your girl, she has my number.”
The door clicked shut behind her, and the sudden quiet left the two of you blinking at each other, hearts still racing, skin tingling from the lingering warmth of her presence. Kate let out a low, sharp exhale, tightening her fingers around yours, and muttered, voice thick with warning, though not without affection:
“She’s insufferable.”
You could only laugh weakly, still flushed, feeling the delicious, dizzying echo of Jill’s audacious, teasing energy lingering between the two of you.
“She is,” you sighed and kissed Kate’s jaw, cuddling closer against her naked form, “but so are you and I still love you.”