Amaria was pissed. Not a little pissed, but a BIG DEAL pissed.
They had forgotten her birthday.
Now, it's not like she asked for much. Not like she required that much from their relationship. A good seeing to was all she really needed in life to get through the day… a good seeing to by both men at once was a particularly good day and it was kinda nice when they forgot her for a second and she could become a voyeur, watching them together for a moment or two or lust. So cute, then getting dragged back in. Whwwwwor. Being a side-chick to those two had such perks. BIG DICK perks. Sigh.
She hadn't seen them in weeks, not even a cursory text or anything either. Ianto was usually better than that even as she expected Jack to be focused on whatever thing he was helping Walter with today. Those kids had those men so monopolized… OK. Time to feel like shit now for that. The kids are awesome. Little Shay in her lap that day in the mall, screaming that her wheelchair was the most amazing thing in the world as they made the people scatter. Those kids make the men so happy, and really… it's their world she is grateful to be part of.
Maybe she just wasn't that attractive to them anymore. Like a one favourite toy now dull and floppy. Well… form sexy lingerie to a wheelchair. Albeit this high tech monster of a thing that made her feel like she was in a transformer the size of a whale but still… not sexy at all. Right? They were bored with her now she was using this most of the time? That's not fair. Ianto told he would have one of his own one day, the cane not always enough these days. He would be the first to tell her she was wallowing.
Amaria tried to think of ways to cheer herself up and shake of the funk. Silly really, just another birthday. So what. Why do people celebrate them anyway? Another year older … one year closer to the grave. Morbid really.
She rolled into the kitchen where her cats waited for her to remember her one fucking job in the entire cosmos… to serve them… and she was reaching for the fridge when the calendar on the door caught her eye and she groaned softy. The day was marked with some initials for her favourite book store. Fuck. An appointment. When had she made an appointment in town today? One her birthday? See? Even SHE forgot it. Why order something for pick up today. Idiot. She didn't even member writing it up there, let alone ordering something. Now she wondered what book it might be.
With a sigh, she turned to go get dressed, her comfortable fluffy warm PJs having to give way to something less than comfortable and slightly more… human. Once dressed in a large black dress with a corseted waist to hide the brace she headed for the vehicle in her garage with the ramp still lowered from her last exit, waiting for her.
She called back to her sweet fur babies that she would be back, the cats both blinking silently at her like she was nuts. Of course she would be back, what is not to like here. Gods always had their disciples returning to worship at their feet!
She had a list of things to get while in town and over half the shopping list was things for her babies. Spoilt, sweet, fluffykin bums. They loved her. Even if THEY forgot her birthday, so what. Cats don't care about birthdays. She should really be more like a cat. Lounging about in the sunspots, ignoring those calling her name whom she despises for no apparent reason and eating to the point of a burp/fart. Yeah. She should be a cat. Works for Hawk. She giggled as the little boy came to mind, his loving arms and soft kisses with his fake whiskers ticking was something she cherished on the rare occasional the men brought him around her. They tried to keep it separate, the two lives. Kids. Her. Walter Verse and Amaria Verse as Ianto called them. But not always. They were not ashamed of her, rather they did not want the boisterous roughhousing of the kids to jar her. She did love them so, and it was nice to know they loved Aunty Ami back.
She made sure the back door to the garage was locked and then she drove the chair to the ramp.
"Your chariot awaits" she mutt red to herself as she clicked the wheels into place and the entire thing rose, moving her into the belly of the vehicle, then forward to where a driver's seat might have been. This cost so much and she had scolded them for it.
She had said to them, make this my birthday too. She had.
She sat there with her hands on the wheel and remembered that. With that in mind, she forgave them and moved into position to drive out, touching the garage door opener and the garage was flooded with natural light as the doors rose and she moved forward.
It was almost silent, like a spaceship and Ianto liked to make silly noises in the passenger seat when he was with her like 'Klingons off the starboard bow Captain' and such that Jack never got. He would always look at Ianto like he was nuts. What a cute quirky kid he must have been, even as Jack was clearly a serious one. Strange, they grew up flipped. It had taken a while for her to work out that he didn't play like this with Jack. Only with her. Felt sort of special to know he saw her as a co-twat.
She drove sedately, taking in the world around her and marveling at the reliance of nature. The storm last night had been fierce, the weather shit lately yet the gardens were full of colour and life, not letting some wind and rain dampening the happiness around her. Her heart was feeling lighter as she drove, knowing she had to be positive.
Positivity in all things Ames. That's what Jack would whisper softly in her ear as he held her from behind, positivity is a portal to happiness. Of course another portal was usually being his happy place at the time, but I digress.
She drove into the parking space with the big HANDICAPPED SPACE sign feeling a bit of a fraud each time. Not that she was. She really was handicapped but it still felt like she was taking it from someone else who might be worse off than her. So few of these spots around here. Far too few for those in need of them. She had sent so many letters to the papers, council… nothing. She was lucky to get this one today, it was close to the store.
She rode along the footpath at a sedate rate, trying on to run over the fuckers who deserved it. A footpath wide enough for two of these chairs yet everyone insisted on walking in the middle and staring her down like it was a game of chicken. What is with people? She felt her good mood starting to sap and rallied herself.
Clearly the book she had ordered was due in today, the calendar never lies about that. She entered her favourite store in all the world and called out to the man behind the counter "Hey Boris. Is it here?"
"Ah! Missy Ames. Yes, this way" he said with a flourish that was a little… weird. OK. This was a Hoodlum Store and those who worked here were a little odd at times, but Ianto picked his staff well. Boris was sweet really for a huge, biker dude. He led her out back and into a side room where she felt her heart stop.
It was a den of… well. Harkness-Jones.
The walls had books floor to ceiling but there were not stacks, no. The room was full of the hugest four poster be she had ever bloody seen and it made her mouth go dry. Seriously… not all of her was dry. Some parts got wet as she stared at the man standing in the middle of the burgundy covered bed with his arms out, holding onto what appeared to be straps. He was in leather chaps with his arse on display, but facing her the other part on display was fan-fucking-tastic too. That dick was like a wizard's wand casting a spell over her as she stared up at him.
"Ta Boris love" he purred and the man made a noise of amusement as he closed the door and retreated back out to the counter.
Then Jack stepped out of the hidden space to one side and looked at her, then started with surprise "Fuck. You're early. Right. Ianto said you would be. You are like him, a fucking time merchant."
"It's her day Cariad" Ianto purred in such a low tone that she felt herself jerk in the chair "She cum anytime she wants."
"Awwww, see? He has all the good lines" Jack sighed, the look at his husband one of pure adoration. Why not. Look at him. This middle aged man was as lithe, sexy and fucking taut as he was at age 20. Sure, a little snow scattered about in the pubic hair but she liked that. Silver fox. He seemed to know her thinking and waggled his eyebrows, canting his head so the shots of gray at his temples caught the light. Oh yeah. He knew he was being a fucking animal.
"Ames, you know…. Never mind" Jack said as he moved to make the bed more assessable to her. His own hair was the died jet black he preferred, cockily gelled and so cute. His arse in the open air was paler than the rest of him and she smiled as he was shoeing his age, no longer naked sunbathing these days?
"what."
"Nothing."
"Jack, now she will throttle you with her bare hands if you hold out on her" Ianto laughed, his head tipped back and Adams apple bobbing. People did not see this side. They see the mask, the gentle butler man. They didn't see the decadent and wanton slut that he could be as he now gyrated a bit on the bed so his tackle fished for the right kind of shark.
"You know it's been a strange day. I started off thinking of myself as a whale. Then a cat… not a shark" she said as he levered herself from her chair to the bed with the loving hands of Jack cupping a beast now and then and she looked up at the man now straddling her, his balls moving as he adjusted his footing. He looked down at her and she really wanted to smell that crotch.
"A shark Ami love?"
"Yeah" she giggled.
"Whale to shark. Nice seg-way… but seriously… the way you bit me last time I would rather call you a piranha" Ianto said as he finally fell to his knees, his weight light on her waist as she raised her hands to grab his hips. "Hello my queen."
"Hello my king" she replied.
"OI! What am I?" Jack squeaked from the sidelines.
"entertainment?" Ianto asked without looking up from her gaze and she started to giggle as she heard the slap of Jack's hand on Ianto's bare arse.
Ianto kissed her, his arse still in the air and there was the echo of another slap around in the room. Then she felt breath on her inside leg and she held her breath as Jack started to tongue fuck her, his hand sliding around Ianto to grab at his dick at the same time. She groaned as she felt a finger entering as well, Jack going to work like a good man.
Then Ianto said softly "Where's me sounds?"
"Oh, sorry lover" Jack said, holding up a remote from god knows where that he pushed and the soft sound of some heavy bass music filled the space. Ianto leaned next to her, his leg lazily across her and he reached out to cup a breast, then glace at Jack.
"Come on then. Dance monkey!"
Jack clambered onto the bed and started to dance in what he thought might look sexy, his facial expressions and such reminded her more of Mick Jagger on a stage and she started to snigger softly, covering her moth with her hands as Ianto buried his face in her boobs and whispered "I love your boobies."
"Thank you" she managed to giggle out "I love your dick."
"I know. Win-win… right?" Ianto replied, then he slid into her and she had not even realized how ready she was until he was balls deep and her grunt of surprise was echoed by his as Jack landed on top of him, pushing him further into her as he fingered Ianto. "Argh, Cariad… rough."
"I wanna play" Jack whinged, then he winked over his shoulder at her "Hey gorgeous… love the hair."
"yah?" she lit up as the colour was different for her. Instead of a bold blue, she had gone for a mermaid colouring, pink out to blue tips with purples and lilacs and such in between. Felt weird but at the same time it made her feel young and alive again "Doesn't make my face look fat?"
"Fat?" Ianto choked as he struggled between his lovers "Oh honey… you are my pretty little kitty cat and NO kitty cat is EVER fat. Some or more cuddly than others but… there is no such thing as FAT in this relationship. Whoever commented that needs a hot poker up their arse. Ami, you are prefect just the way you are."
All she needed to hear as she let herself go and the fingers on her body as Ianto's dick thrust in time to the dick now inside him as well, made for a wonderful tempo in time to the music. She felt herself rising, like an out of body experience as Jack started to grunt, something he did when hearing completion that she knew secretly annoyed Ianto sometimes but he was blessed out, his mouth next to her ear as he whispered sweet things to her and as Jack came, Ianto tensed and then gave his own soft grunt, thrusting into her awkwardly and with more force than usual.
She felt him touch her innermost self and she let go, crying out as she convulsed beneath her men.
Finally they were done and all lay there trying to breathe.
"OK. Best Birthday Ever" she finally said.
"Oh. It's your birthday?" Jack said with horror "babe… it's her… oh right. Sorry. You did say. Heh."
Ianto propped himself up on an elbow and rolled his eyes "just go to sleep ya silly bugger. We can cut the cake later."
"I like cake" Jack muttered as he nuzzled into her neck and sighed deeply, asleep in moments.
"You are lucky he didn't want to jump out of one, imagine the mess." Ianto settled to stroke her face, the two of them just taking a moment or two to memorize new lines, old familiar peaks and valleys.
"Hi" Ianto whispered.
"Hi" she replied happily.
"Happy Birthday Ami, my Queen."
"Thank you my King."
