Underneath yellow covers were Sona, Bruce and Syndra, all sleeping soundly. In the middle of the bed of course laid Bruce, Sona on his left and Syndra on his right. For reasons that shouldn't be explained, the man had a peaceful look on his face as well as the two women. Sona's Blue hair as well as Syndra's silver hair was sprawled out along where they were sleeping. The sun was shining soft rays upon the trio, as if it wasn't trying to disturb the serenity of the couple.

After the events of yesterday Bruce had pretty much become the two woman's boy toy. For his "wrong doings" as they had so light-heartily put it, he would have to amend for his actions by taking responsibility for both of them. That had apparently meant that he would have to simply love them both. He had weakly tried to worm his way out of the conditions set upon him as he had begrudgingly said that it wasn't fair to them, but they would have none of it. So in the end, Bruce had given in to their demands. To say that the man was nervous when they heavily encouraged him (guilt tripped him) into all sleeping together in Sona's room for the night was an understatement. They had immediately gone to sleep of course, but not before cuddling Bruce in the most provocative way possible. Sona had grabbed his left and of course cuddled it, which meant that she also mashed her generous cleavage amongst it. Bruce might have been able to deal with that, if it wasn't for Syndra who had made that seem like child's play. Shortly after Sona and Syndra had fallen asleep, she subconsciously not only laid a hand on Bruce's chest, but also wrapped her leg around Bruce's and constantly rubbed up on him. It was a miracle that the man got any sleep to be honest, but then again he didn't fall asleep until the dead of night.

Unfortunately the sun was not as gently as it so seemed as it had awoken Sona from her slumber, but she was a light sleeper anyway so it was no surprise.
Sona opened her eyes slowly after making the motion of yawing rather cutely. She didn't stir as to not wake the others. She let a small smile grace her lips as she looked upon Bruce's sleeping form.

"He looked so peacefully when he sleeps," she thought softly as she was merely content with watching his sleep. She gingerly raised her hand and stroked his face. She giggled to herself when she felt his breath pitch for a second before returning to normal.
If Sona was being truthful she did not expect things to turn out this…perfect to be honest. She had expected her and Syndra to duke it out, more than likely due to her raging emotions at the time. She was thankful that things didn't turn out that way as she had come to the realization that Syndra was actually a very nice person who also loved Bruce deeply even in the short amount of time they knew each other based upon what she had seen through her memories.

The memories.

It wasn't the fact that she had to share Bruce that bothered her, it was the unknown anomaly that they were able to peek into each other's mind that bothered her. They had discussed it briefly yesterday and merely came to the conclusion that whatever it was they were thankfully for it as it seemed to bring them all closer but she still couldn't let it go. It wasn't her doing and it wasn't Syndra's doing so the only other person who could have done it was Bruce, but he had said he didn't have any hand in the action. If she had to pin the event to anything she would pin it to Bruce's mysterious arm.
The mysterious change to Bruce's arm still bothered her. It was unexplained and it only furthered her worry that no one knew exactly what it was. She hoped that whatever it was wouldn't harm him or anyone else for that matter. She shook off the seemingly depressing thoughts and instead reveled in the presence of Bruce's warmth, snuggling closer into him. She would have laid in peaceful silence, had Syndra's voice not played in her head.

"Are you up Maven of strings?"

Syndra lifted her head up a little and was met with the sight of Sona cuddled closely into the crook of Bruce's neck. She let loose a small grin as the maven opened one eye lazily and eyed.

"Don't call me Maven of strings… call me Sona," she replied back nicely but there was clearly a hint of irritation portrayed in her voice.

It's not that Sona was trying to be rude in any way, shape or form, it was quite the opposite. She wanted to become friends with the woman who she would ultimately be sharing her childhood love with.

"I'm sorry...Sona," Syndra replied back respectfully with a smile.

"Don't sweat it Syndra," Sona beamed with a giggle. "if we're going to be sharing this little guy," she paused before bouncing a finger on Bruce's chest, "then we might as well speak to each other as friends and treat each other as such rather than mere acquaintances," she finished nicely.

"That sounds like a pleasant idea Sona," Syndra agreed before snuggling back right underneath Bruce's chin.

For a while neither woman spoke, merely enjoying the silence and being cuddled with the man they loved. Words were not needed between the women to explain the silence between the women as they could feel each other's feelings, the feeling of content. It is due to this particular feeling that provokes a question from Sona.

"Have you wondered why we can communicate with each other so deeply?" she asked carefully.

"Does it really matter at this point Sona?" Syndra asked, too drunk on the feeling of content to care at the moment.

"I suppose not," the maven answered back, she too snuggling deeper into her spot against Bruce.

"So what's on your agenda for today Sona?" The woman asked after a while, emphasizing the question with a raised eyebrow.

"Well if I could I would lay like this for the rest of my day," she began happily, "but I have an outrageous amount of matches today," she finished with a sigh.

Sona, at first, was ecstatic to be a champion in the institute of war. But from the combined effect of being constantly summoned and obtaining her old love back, all she wanted was a little time to herself.

Syndra let out a wine before replying," and here I thought we could get to know each other better."

"Well then would you like to take a bath with me, and we could talk," Sona replied innocently.

"That would be great, I feel like I could use a relaxing bath after yesterday," she admitted smoothly. Indeed all the craziness from yesterday had left her emotionally drained and a nice bath would do wonders for her.

Syndra was the first to slip out of bed after they both agreed to let Bruce sleep in peace. She gingerly unraveled herself from Bruce and stood up, stretching and yawning cutely. She was wearing a black sleeveless shirt along with nothing but her black panties much to Sona's dismay (and Bruce's guilty pleasure).

Sona eyed the woman as she stretched, noting her rather voluptuous chest and near perfect curves. It came to no surprise how Bruce had become enticed by the woman though Sona would not categorize Bruce as dating someone solely based on appearance.

"Like what you see?" Syndra purred, batting an eye towards Sona who merely blushed and quickly shook her head in a "no" fashion. She giggled cutely before motioning Sona to get up out of bed.

Sona followed in Syndra's footsteps, quietly removing herself from bed. She stiffened a bit as she witnessed Bruce turn a little in her direction.

"Miracle whip…" he murmured before grinning quite awkwardly.

For a moment there was an awkward moment shared between the two women, but it was short lived as both women shook their head in pity before grouping at the foot of the bed. Syndra flexed her powers, pulling up the sheets on Bruce. She resisted the urge to crawl back into bed with him as she would have plenty of time to do that later. She turned to Sona who was currently pulling out clothes for her bath.

"So would you like to borrow some of my clothes?" Sona asked nicely, already in the process of pulling out clothes for Syndra.

"No thank you, I was actually planning on inviting you to my bathtub, it's very spacious and it'll be easier for me to get dress for being summoned," she suggested.

"Are you saying you wouldn't like to wear my clothes?" Sona inquired playfully.

Syndra let out a laugh before walking towards Sona and placing her hands on the maven's shoulders and leaning close to Sona's ear.

"Just imagine what everyone would think with the Dark sovereign wearing Sona's clothes," she teased, her breath tickling the maven's ear.

Syndra jumped back as Sona leaped up, obviously flustered by the comment as she slightly blushing. She shook her head "no" before yelling "to your place!"

Syndra giggled before replying, "As you wish milady."

Syndra flicked her fingers, engulfing her and Sona in a dark sphere.

Sona's breath hitched as she felt herself moving through dimensions. She shook off the feeling of inertia as she found herself in what appeared to be Syndra's room. In her opinion it looked quite unique. The single bed in the middle of the room along with the row of candles casting dim light in the room created a rather...odd sensation. What really bothered her though was the bed. She couldn't help but remember the memory she had seen of her and Bruce having sex. It's not that she was mad about it...It's just she was jealous that Syndra had got to him first before she had. She was pulled out of thoughts when Syndra appeared sitting on the queen sized bed before her. She silently cursed as she had forgotten that Syndra could read her thoughts.

"I'm sorry," Syndra confessed in a sad tone. She truly was sorry because she could feel how pained Sona was on the subject.

"It's ok," Sona replied with a seemingly bright smile. "Rather you then Ahri," she laughed half-heartily although her displeasure could still clearly be felt.

Due to the subject it created a rather awkward atmosphere for the two women. Syndra was a loss for words as Sona traced her hand against her pristinely made bed. She could feel a handful of emotions roll off the maven, but the most noticeable one was regret.

Syndra steeled herself with conviction and spoke up quite sternly.

"How bouts for the real thing we're both there?"

Sona stopped and batted an eye towards the sovereign in a mixture of amusement and disbelief. Did Syndra really just offer to have a threesome with her and Bruce? The mere idea sent involuntary shivers down her spine.

"Yo-you can't be serious!" Sona blurted quite nervously.

"Dead serious," Syndra replied in an even tone, no sign of jest evident in her tone.

Sona placed her left hand on her chest and took an unsteady seat on the woman's bed. Her face was slightly red and her eyes were burned into the ground as if it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. She shot a glance towards Syndra and "yelped" silently as the beautiful woman plopped down next to her.

"So is that a yes?" Syndra inquired with a raised brow, already feeling like she knew what the answer was from the maven.

"I don't know…" Sona answered quite nervously.

Syndra smirked. Even though the woman hadn't answered "yes", she also hadn't answered "no".

"C'mon Sona," Syndra dragged, trying to convince the maven to say yes. "Don't you think that would be a pleasant idea." She leaned into Sona's ear, her tone low and slow. "Just imagine Bruce's face when we're both pleasuring him at the same time…"

Sona, at this point was beat red. Her breathing hitched as Syndra continued to whisper indecencies into her ear. She started to squirm a little as Syndra showed no restraint in detailing exactly what she wanted to do if they did such a thing. Sona had enough when she started talking how they could use something called a… plitilizer.

"Enough!" Sona snapped, effectively silencing the woman. She stood up and looked down on the curious and perverted woman. She took a deep breath and crossed her arms, looking away as she mumbled.

"What was that?" Syndra asked innocently, honestly not hearing the maven.

"I said ok!" Sona whispered loudly, her voice full of embarrassment from even agreeing to such as thing. She would be lying though if she said she didn't like the sound of some of the things that Syndra suggested.

"I'm glad you see it my way," Syndra chirped before jumping up and grabbing both of Sona's hands. She waited till the maven was looking into her eyes before she spoke, her voice nice and honest.

"I promise Sona, you won't regret it."

Sona didn't know what to do but merely nod at the woman and wait for her to let go of her hands.

After Syndra let go of the maven's hands she brought back the subject of taking a bath. Instead of leading Sona to her more common used bathroom, she started to led her to her "secret" bathroom. She led Sona to her personal collection of books. She rubbed her hands together before reaching out towards a book, pulling it out…and nothing happened.

"Dang it…"

Sona watched in silent curiosity as Syndra begin to pull book after book out of the bookshelf. Her eye brow twitched in disbelief as she started to rapidly plow through the entire collection of books on the bookshelf like a hurricane, amazing though she was stacking them neatly behind her. Sona didn't say a word as Syndra was mumbling profanities all the while.

Finally, after pulling out almost every book on the shelf, Syndra came across the last book on her bookshelf. It was a blue and black book that looked rather intimidating. She picked it up gingerly and face palmed as the bookshelf slid to the left before her.

"Of course it's the book I never dare to read," Syndra irritatingly commented before throwing the book over her shoulder.

Sona glanced at the book, her eyes slightly widening as she read the words, "Necromancy" on the book. She would have made attempt to catch it, if it hadn't floated unnaturally perfect into the pile of books Syndra had stacked.

"Yea u don't have to worry," Syndra began coolly, "there's a lot of magic I practice, but necromancy isn't one of them I'm afraid." Sona nodded her head before finally realizing what was before her.

There was, simply put, a mini bathhouse in Syndra's room. The large bathtub was already beginning to fill with warm water, steam rolling into the air before evaporating as quickly as it had appeared. The bottom of the bathtub as well as the floor of the room was a virgin white and it matched the red velvet colored stone-like walls quite nice.

"Like it?" Syndra asked with a smirk. She let out a laugh when Sona merely nodded her head, unable to commune due to still being in shock from the secret room. Syndra walked over by the edge and got on all fours before dipping her left hand in the water. She couldn't control letting out a hymn of pleasure as she felt the warm water wash over it. She let a small smile play on her lips as she saw a creamy colored hand join hers in touching the water. She looked over and couldn't help but stare at Sona in silent admiration. She looked beautiful as her eyes were closed, as if she was in other world at the moment.

"It seems were each other's admirers?" Sona said nonchalantly, her eyes still closed.

"So it would seem," Syndra retorted in a soft tone. Syndra stood up and started to undress right there. She didn't stop as Sona jumped up and looked at her as if she was crazy.

"You're just going to strip right here?"She asked, clearly uncomfortable. Her eyebrow twitched in irritation as Syndra merely replied "yup".

Syndra let out a laugh before she answered the Mavens scrutinizing gaze.

"Were both woman, and I'm pretty sure you're not a lesbian, so what's the problem?" she questioned as she continued to strip off a black bra that was trying it's best to restrain her bundle of near perfect breast.

Sona was about to comment, but instead just shook her head in a defeated way and turned her back to Syndra before stripping herself of her clothes.

Syndra piled her clothes in a neat pile before stepping into the tub.

"Ahhhhh," she moaned in an utmost indecent tone before adding, "Hurry Sona, this feels amazing."

Curious of the maven she batted an eye her way and again, was mystified by what she saw.

Stacking her clothes neatly in the corner was Sona, her creamy toned skin showing off near perfection. If there were scars evident on the maven, Syndra couldn't tell as every inch of her was like a sculpture from an Ionian monk, nothing left to waste and no unnecessary fat that she could see. Her two usual ponytails of blue hair had joined among her back, giving her a wild look. The two firm lumps of flesh underneath her back made her rear, which was if Syndra put it, Fiora's greatest foe. Unfortunately for Syndra, she couldn't see Sona's naughty bits in the front as she had covered them up.

"Really Syndra," she nervously fussed, her face once again turning slightly red as she looked at the sovereign with a weak attempt of irritation.

"You want to take a bath or fuss at me for complementing you on your gorgeous body," she said lazily before leaning against the edge of the pool and closing her eyes, purposely leaving no room for the argument.

Sona huffed and slowly planted herself into the large bathtub, sitting on the opposite side of Syndra. She also couldn't resist letting out a silent moan as she felt warm water wash over her. She leaned further into the tub, letting the water rise up just before her breast and most of her hair.

Both the woman soaked in peace, letting the warm water wash away all their worries, at least for the moment away.

Sona drifted deep into her own thoughts, making sure to keep her thoughts to herself. If was to be honest she was slightly irritated by the woman's presence. She had self-inserted herself between her and Bruce and there was nothing she could do to rid herself of the woman. To add to her stress further, she had practically slept with Bruce first, this had irritated her beyond beliefs but she had managed to keep the thoughts at bay for now. But the woman had been trying to be her friend, for the most party anyway, and she honestly didn't seem so bad.

"Thanks for showing me your secret bathtub," Sona answered with a please sigh. In truth, she liked this spacious and beautiful bathtub that Syndra had showed her. The mere act of sitting in the tub seemed to wash away the invisible knots of stress sprinkled upon her body.

"No problem, what are friends for?" the woman responded with a grin.

Sona shook her head before laying back and closing her eyes in an attempt to soak some more, but Syndra had other plans.

"Want to wash each other's backs?" the woman questioned nicely.

"Sure," the maven answered before stepping out of the tub, her left arm covering her well-endowed breast.

Syndra followed, water dripping from her lithe body as she stepped on the slightly cold marble floor. She waved Sona towards her as she conjured a rather large sphere in front of her.

"What might you be doing now?" Sona inquired as she watched Syndra flex her hands, as if she was trying to mold something. It took Sona only a moment to realize that she was shaping the dark sphere into what looked like a thin disc, the object floating causally in front of us.

"Now then," Syndra began as she turned to Sona," go ahead and take a seat," she finished with an honest smile.

Sona couldn't help but cast another glance to the fully nude and soaked Syndra.

Syndra's body was flawless in every aspect of the word. Her hourglass cream colored figure was only complimented by her silver hair that seemed to only make her ass more pronounced. Around her core there was not an ounce of hair, only a smooth clear glance at her budding entrance. Her stomach was near perfect, flat and seemingly smooth to the touch. It only seemed to intensify with each drop of water that flowed down it. Her breasts were on par with Sona's in terms in size, but hers seemed just a little bit more pronounced than Sona's.

Sona couldn't help but avoid her eyes at the sight of the temptress, a slight blush on her face. Her body jolted a little as she felt a hand on her exposed shoulder. She turned towards the owner and went wide-eyed as Syndra smashed her lips against hers. She tried to inch away but Syndra had wrapped an arm around her waist. She had no choice in the matter as Syndra's tongue invaded her mouth and harassed her tongue, forcing the appendage to dance with it. She couldn't even commune a thought as her mind was in shambles, in a mixture of bliss, embarrassment and anger. After what seemed like ages Syndra finally released her lips, giving her a mischievous smile.

"w-w-what the hell Syndra?" Sona blurted, her sense ablaze as her eyes darted to find some answer from Syndra, but all she found was lust written over the woman.

"Didn't you say…you wanted to talk?"

author notes-Next chapter will be the lemon as I had to split the chapter.