Joly awoke slowly, reveling in the warmth provided by his two favorite people. He loved weekends like this; weekends where everyone was off and there were no protests and no meetings and all they did was stay home. He smiled to himself, looking down at the people with him.
Musichetta was draped over the other two, always trying to take up the most space. Her smooth, black hair was fanned across her back, and one hand was by Joly's neck and the other by Bossuet's hand. She had stolen one of his hoodies and one pair of Bossuet's boxers and Joly thought she looked beautiful—not that she didn't always. She was snoring lightly and smiled softly when he brushed a strand of hair out of her face.
Bossuet was lying on top of his arm and looked a lot like a cat, if Joly was being honest. He was curled into the fetal position with the comforter wrapped around him. The only visible parts of him were his head and his hand, sticking out and seemed to be reaching for Musichetta's.
Joly grinned, imagining how the day would go. There'd be lazy morning cuddles when the other two woke up, and they'd stay in bed for as long as possible. Then they'd all get out and make breakfast. Or, well, Musichetta would make breakfast while Joly traced over her henna designs and she'd swat him for trying to distract her. Then they'd feed each other and end up kissing on the couch because it was their day and they could do what they wanted.
Musichetta slowly opened her eyes, yawning and trying to curl up more on Joly. She looked up at him and smiled when she saw the grin on his face. "Morning, baby," she whispered, leaning up and kissing him softly. Afterwards, she leaned her head down on his chest and smiling more when he wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Morning Chetta," he replied in his morning voice and all she wanted to do was kiss both of her boys. She reached out her hand and held Bossuet's, grinning when he opened his eyes with a smile already on his face. He reached up and twirled a strand of his hair before looking up to Joly.
"Good morning," he murmured happily, shifting closer to the two and offering the comforter. Then the three of them were all curled up underneath the comforter, all close to each other and feeling warm and comfortable and happy.
After each of them had their share of morning kisses, Bossuet broke the easy silence. "What's the plan for today?" he whispered, still not wanting to break the quiet peace of the apartment. His head was near Musichetta's, both lying pretty much on top of Joly, not that he minded.
"I was thinking we just stay here for as long as possible," Joly responded, running a hand through Musichetta's hair.
"I second that plan," she agreed, closing her eyes and sighing softly.
"Guess we're staying in today then," Bossuet smiled, settling into the warmth his loves provided and easily following back to sleep.
After an hour and a half nap, the trio decided that they're hungry enough to get out of bed. They walk slowly to the cozy kitchen, all holding hands and half leaning on each other. Before they even attempted to get food, they spent a good five minutes just kissing in the kitchen. Bossuet's stomach grumbled and they all let out a laugh before searching for food.
"We could make omelets," Joly suggested, holding up the carton of eggs.
"But that means I'd have to cook it, seeing how you can't make omelets and he burns anything in a pan," Musichetta said, pointing at the two of them.
"That's not true!" Bossuet protested. "I can make French toast!"
She paused for a moment. "Point taken. Speaking of which, you should make that. Your French toast is amazing," she hummed, leaning against the counter.
"But Joly's waffles…" Bossuet whined, turning his eyes towards the medical student.
They were silent for a moment before seeming to come to the same idea.
"Okay, we'll all make three of what we're good at: for me, waffles, for you, omelets, and for you, French toast. Then we can each get what we want," Joly compromised with a smile.
They all easily did their tasks, laughing and occasionally (more than occasionally) sharing a few kisses. After about 15 minutes, everything was done and they set their table and got all the toppings they could possibly think of. Musichetta had a likeness for hot sauce or red pepper flakes on everything, Joly really enjoyed ketchup with his omelets, and Bossuet just liked chocolate syrup.
They ate slowly and peacefully, talking to one another about anything and everything. They talked about the recent meetings, about how Bossuet owed $30 to a china shop for breaking a vase, and about how Musichetta thinks she might be getting a pay raise soon. The trio soon finished and decided to leave the cleaning for later because they were all attached—whether by lips or just by skin, it didn't really matter.
Joly and Bossuet were kissing heavily while Musichetta kissed and nipped at both of their necks. Then they were all on their oversized couch and everyone's hands were everywhere on the others. Bossuet was tracing Chetta's henna tattoos, all over her arms and wrapping up and around onto her shoulder. Joly and Musichetta were both kissing and his hand was gripping her hair while she gripped onto Bossuet's hips tightly.
And when clothes started coming off, Joly was glad that, so far, the day had gone exactly as he hoped.
An hour later it was nearing two o'clock and they were watching some movie while on the couch. Musichetta was pressed against the back, her head leaning on Bossuet's chest while Joly was lying on his other side. All of them had easy smiles and warm skin and Joly and Musichetta both had messy hair.
"I don't ever want to move again," Joly announced, looking at his two loves.
"I don't think any of us do," Bossuet grinned, running his hands through the others' hair.
"Well, I'm definitely not moving," Musichetta muttered with a grin. Bossuet guffawed loudly while Joly turned a light shade of red. There was a lull in the conversation before she stuck her head up and looked at the TV. "What even are we watching?" she questioned.
"You know, I don't know," Bossuet told.
There was a pause, and then all three were laughing again.
"So what are we doing for dinner?" Musichetta murmured, as it neared closer to five. The only time any of them had moved was when Joly went to get blankets. ("I don't want any of us to catch a cold!") "We can't stay here for the rest of the day," she said.
"Why not?" Joly whined, moving closer to them. He really just wanted them all to stay on their couch cuddling and smiling and laughing until they were forced to move.
"Because I'm hungry and I'm nearly positive you both are," she responded, sitting up and stretching.
"I could go for dinner now," Bossuet said, sitting up also.
Joly groaned and rolled so that he was lying on top of them both. "Neither of you are leaving," he grumbled good-naturedly, wrapping his arms around both of them. "I refuse to move so by default you two aren't either."
"But Jollllllly," the other two chorused.
"C'mon, you're telling me you're not a little bit hungry?" Bossuet insisted, crossing his arms but he wore a fond smile.
"If it means you two will get up, then no, I'm not," the medical student spoke, gripping on tighter to them. "Why can't we just lay here for a bit more?"
"Because if we do, I might resort to going Hannibal on you," Chetta quipped, trying to detangle herself from his arms.
Joly groaned as Bossuet moved him off their legs and they both stood up grabbing their clothes from the floor.
"What do you want to eat, babe?" Chetta asked, brushing Joly's hair and smiling because he was pouting. "C'mon, I'll make whatever."
"We should have spaghetti," he finally said, letting out a whine when she stopped petting his hair.
"It won't take that long. Then we can go back to cuddling, okay?" Bossuet said, before walking to the kitchen, Musichetta following a minute later.
Joly sighed, looking around at the now empty living room. After a moment, he groaned and then stood up, following them into the kitchen. "Sometimes, I really hate you two," he grumbled, leaning against one of the counters.
"No you don't," Chetta replied instantly, looking over her shoulder to smile at him. "C'mon. As a med student, would you really advise us skipping a meal?"
He sighed, moving over and wrapping his arms around her waist. "No. But I still don't like it," he grumbled. She just smiled and shook her head in response.
After dinner, Joly grabbed the other two and dragged them back to the couch, leaving the plates where they were. Bossuet turned on the radio as he was being dragged and Musichetta was just laughing. They all sat down and Joly sat in the middle, wrapping his arms around them both. He sighed happily.
"This is much better," he smiled, kissing both of their heads. He held them close and breathed them in. Musichetta always smelled like coffee, green apples, and something that just smelled spicy, and Bossuet smelled like his cologne and cinnamon.
"You're such a cuddle creature," Chetta grinned, leaning into him more and enjoying the instrumental music from the radio. "Not that I mind."
They entered into an easy silence. It was peaceful and quiet and the only noise was the few cars outside and the soft music from the radio. Bossuet grinned and then turned to the others, sitting up.
"Would you like to dance?" he questioned, holding out his hand to Joly and Musichetta. Joly turned red while Musichetta just laughed.
"Of course I would!" she grinned, standing up and taking his hand. "C'mon, babe," she said, pulling Joly to his feet. She laughed at his expression.
They danced together and to other people, it might have been awkward. They wouldn't have known how to make it work. Most people would think that they just switched out who danced with who, like the only way people could dance was with one other person. With them, they could dance and it was just as intimate as two people slow dancing. Most people didn't understand how the three of them could be in a healthy relationship. There would always be questions. "Who do you love more?" It wasn't like that. People didn't seem to understand that they loved each other equally and with just as much passion. Some people would judge them, but it didn't matter to them. They had each other.
And that was all they needed.
A/N
Okay so this took me a while. I hope you guys enjoy. And I see Musichetta as Indian, so that's why there's mentions of Henna tattoos. My faceclaim for her is Freida Pinto and you guys should totally look her up because she's really pretty~~
I hope you enjoyed and you can always leave requests!