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IX: Drink


The glass remained frozen halfway to her lips, poised to either rise or fall, dependent on the actions of the men across from her. The candlelight cast dim, heated shadows across pale and tawny skin. Flashes of silver and green winked at her like the cascade of stars she could see through the terrace roof covered in waterfalls of ivy.

They made it appear as if their sole attention was upon each other. But those brief flashes, shuttered by long lashes, told her otherwise: they were as aware of her as she was of them. She didn't know if it was the wine pooling through her veins that heated up her core or something else, something visceral inspired by delicious what-ifs that taunted her with their simplicity.

She watched as a murmur passed between dark lips and the pale shell of an ear, and she shivered from the pure intimacy of observing it. She was barely a chair length away and she hadn't been able to hear, but the musical cadence that rolled the words against sensitive skin told her that it had been whispered in Italian. She wondered what had been spoken, but then decided that she liked not knowing equally well.

An ivory hand with manicured fingers swiped back a few errant locks of ebony hair, brushing a thumb across the top of a bronzed cheekbone. An exhalation of shaky breath wove through silky strands of blond, and the accompanying low chuckle she was sure she could feel in the depths of her diaphragm. It stroked against her skin as it slipped by, lingering like drizzled honey.

An upraised palm was laid empty upon the glass table, an invitation to grasp and savor. She hesitated, unknowing is this heady feeling would spread or dissipate upon contact of her hand upon its dark center. Was it for her? For him? It was too hard to tell. Should she care? Would they care?

Did it matter?

She answered it herself: no.

She took his hand.


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A/N: This was almost completely inspired by Vicky Christina Barcelona, a Woody Allen film with Scarlett Johansson and Penelope Cruz. Though I didn't even see the film all the way through, I'm pretty positive there wasn't a scene like this. And of course in VCB, it's a relationship between a man and two women, not a woman and two men. And obviously this is DGB because I can't stand anything else.

I highly recommend the movie. I need to watch the rest. There might be more little plot bunnies in this universe because this particular fic has attacked me like a limpet and won't let go.

Roma