Prompt Word(s) used: Lace/Dress, June 2
Genre: Erotica/Romance
AU Suggestion: Sharing the Room

a/n: A prompt fill for my discord ladies! This is done in honor of the Pride Month, so this prompt will be something quite different and my attempt to write same-sex and polygamous relationship. This is actually the sequel to the previous chapter, with Rachel and Kagome.

Warnings: Is a (very fluffy and sweet) smut, but it's not overly detailed and barely skirted not being M+. Potential oocness.

She wondered how hot her face burned, or how she'd managed to keep her whimpers in. She genuinely had no idea how her lord and lady found her a well-fitted dress that hugged her all in right places—she felt quite snugged, and in a way it felt like she had hands on her body at all times. Her lacy veil tickled her bare shoulders and she felt goosebumps among the skin there. The style of her dress was not of the norm, but neither her partners disagreed on it.

If anything they couldn't keep their hands off of her.

Kagome fought to smother a shiver, when Vincent slipped his fingers underneath her corset from the back. He thumbed across the skin in between her shoulder blades, appreciating the fact that her dress was backless—a fashion his new tailor invented based on his and Rachel's shameless requests.

The said tailor was too happy that she hadn't cared to ponder on why they asked for another wedding dress, when Vincent and Rachel were already married. Ms. Hopkins hadn't even questioned the fact that the measurements were somewhat different from Rachel's body. Rachel's memory was startlingly sharp, Vincent later realized, when she knew of their little lady-in-waiting's sizes.

Kagome was too flustered at the dress to ask questions, and she had been ferried away by Rachel to help her to put it on and to have her to help her to wear her own dress. Rachel told Vincent off, when he attempted to volunteer his hands, and left him at his own device, pouting. The old priest hadn't even cared that they changed within his own temple. If anything he seemed to be overly amused by their antics.

Before, Rachel stole his breath when he first saw her in her dress at their wedding—she was quite beautiful, but the picture of her felt empty without their little sweet songbird. Now Kagome had his heart skipping a beat, when he first saw her in that gorgeous and almost-brazen dress. He suffered quite a dry throat at the image they both made. This picture of his ladies was nothing less than perfect.

Kagome was an ideal example of a blushing bride, while Rachel flanked by her side and curled her hand into hers. With even pace, Rachel escorted her down the aisle of the empty temple to the speechless earl and patient priest. Rachel hadn't stopped nuzzling her shoulder and wore Kagome's bicep in between her breasts, all the while smiling brightly at Vincent.

He couldn't resist palming their songbird's back, when they arrived at the podium before the old man.

"Before the eyes of God we see three hearts waiting to be witnessed to be joined as one," the priest started, his voice strong but almost drawling, his words practiced, "state your names before this envoy of our Father's voice."

Kagome went totally red, at Vincent's firm and bold voice, "Vincent Phantomhive."

She gnawed on her lips when Rachel followed, her tone light and airy, "Rachel Dalles-Phantomhive."

Eyes fell on her, and Kagome forced out a squeak, "K-Kagome Higurashi." She kept eye contact with the old man and hoped he saw lack of doubt in her person.

She was a nervous wreck, she was sure, but her heart was floating to the heaven. This wedding may not be legal or official, but they were doing this for her—to show how beloved she was. It was rather embarrassing though, at how close they were to her. They'd glued themselves to her, as if to zealously keep her to themselves.

It wasn't unfamiliar, but it was a new feeling to experience their touches before a stranger.

The priest smiled then, "State your reasons why you all are here before the God this hour." He patted his book to his stomach and straightened his foreign outfit.

It felt long, but it was short—Kagome was amazed at how quickly they reached to the desired conclusion. She swallowed thickly, when the old man tipped his head at them. He turned his eyes to Vincent, "Do you wish to bound your heart to her, Kagome Higurashi who is loved double-folded?"

"I do." Kagome shivered at how smoothly Vincent stated his answer.

The priest moved to Rachel, "Do you wish to love her forever, Kagome who will also be devoted and bounded to your wedded husband?"

Rachel's red lips curled upward, and her eyes shined with love at her lady-in-waiting, "I do."

Finally, the old man looked at her, and Kagome steeled herself, "Do you wish to love them both, to the end? To have Vincent and Rachel Phantomhive forever at your side, until death do you part?"

It came quickly, that she didn't even think her answer, "I do." Kagome hadn't registered the burning warmth from their hands, nor did she at Rachel's delighted little sound.

Thudding his bible close the priest stood tall, "You both may kiss your new bride."

Kagome met Vincent's eyes, and he smiled, "Our Rachel loved you first." With a gentle insistence, he turned her to Rachel. For a Phantomhive he was a fair man.

Rachel hadn't stopped smiling, and hooked her fingers onto the edges of the veil, "I'm so happy to have you as ours, Kagome." She rose the lace from Kagome's face, and hovered herself before her lips, "Are you happy?"

Tasting her lady's breath on her tongue, Kagome felt tears beading around her eyes, "I am, so very much, milady." She wrapped her hands around Rachel's wrists and closed in, joining her in a sweet, genuine kiss.

Rachel broke off, and rested her forehead against hers, "I'll keep everything I wanted to say to you later, we shouldn't neglect our dear Vincent." She giggled. Kagome returned a shy smile.

She felt her toes curling in her shoes, when she felt Vincent caressing her shoulders. Her skirt whirled at her feet when she faced her new husband and met his warm eyes. They told her all she needed to hear, and Vincent hadn't needed to say a single word. Kagome found weight against her lips, and nearly arched at four hands on her body and at his smothering attention.

Vincent pulled back for a breath, and smiled at Kagome's pinked face. Kagome squeaked when she found herself squished between two bodies, and felt Rachel and Vincent kissing over her shoulder. She bore their brazen touches with patience and her hammering heart.

When they broke apart, they all glanced at the priest. He nodded, "God had witnessed your loves for one other. Leave this place with happy hearts." With that, he dismissed them with a hand pointing at the door at the end of the aisle, "May you all have eternal happiness together."

Kagome remembered being rushed out of that strange temple after that, with a giggling Rachel on her right and a contented Vincent on her left, in a flurry of lace and white silk. She hadn't remembered anything else, the destination to their honeymoon suite included. She was too distracted by her partners' roaming hands and hard kisses to pay attention to anything else.

She yelped, and found softness pillowing on her back, "Milord!?" Kagome squirmed, catching sight of a white blur. Kagome didn't complain, when she was pulled up and was rested against Rachel's body. "Milady…?" Rachel grasped onto her belly from behind, her teeth dancing across Kagome's pale shoulder and nose against her neck.

"Shush, shush, milady," Rachel gathered Kagome's skirt upward, "we couldn't wait." She grasped at her bare hips and tugged on the white garter belts there. Rachel shuddered when Kagome whimpered at the sound of the leather belt unbuckling and a zipper being unzipped, "You looked so…" Kagome trembled under her touches, when Rachel groped her still-covered breasts, "divine in that dress. Perhaps it's a bit of reckless decision to dress you so boldly." She murmured, wondering.

"Nonsense," Vincent tugged his bowtie loose, so he could breathe under that collar. With quick dashes of his fingers he tossed aside his dress-shirt, "our dear songbird looked absolutely perfect." He pulled down his trousers, and glowed when he heard Kagome gulping at the sight he'd made, "It's such a shame that we'll sully that dress so soon."

Kagome pulled in her legs, when Rachel pressed her fingers against her sensitive, aching area, "What are you—!" She sucked in a sharp inhale of air, when Rachel pushed aside the cover and sank into the warmth, "Milady!"

Perusing her other hand to release herself from her own dress Rachel giggled against Kagome's ear, "We'd denied our Vincent earlier, so I promised him he'd have you first after our lovely little sinful wedding." Pressing up against a spot she knew by experiences Kagome would've cried out at Rachel pulled her hand into a rhythm, giving their husband a very lovely sight of their songbird's secret sweetness, "Don't worry, you can attend to my needs in meantime, hm?"

She twisted the skirt from Rachel's dress into one hand Kagome didn't miss the dip from the mattress, "M-milady, I…" Startled by a warm sigh in between her legs she braved a nod and screwed up her lips, "I—I'll do my best to serve you both."

Rachel stopped teasing and encouraged Vincent to take a taste. Resting herself on Kagome's neck she laughed, "Milady, you're our wife now, there's no need to be so nervous! Have faith in yourself."

She was startled when Kagome grabbed her head into a hungry kiss. Rachel shuddered against Kagome's soft cry at Vincent's stroking tongue—but she was unwilling to break away. Rachel could feel Kagome's heart pounding against the breast she held in her hand. She felt herself burning, and her loosened dress growing uncomfortable against her skin.

Clenching against Rachel's neck Kagome broke away with another cry when Vincent pushed her thighs farther apart, "Milord…" Her legs shook at uncomfortable but not unwanted ministrations and she dropped her head against Rachel's collarbone. Vincent's holds were strong, firm, and his talents were rather godly. Kagome yipped, when Rachel's fingers rejoined.

Everything came crashing down afterward, and she found herself boneless in Rachel's arms. Her skin felt sticky, and her corset was tight against her stretching lungs. Kagome couldn't stop her trembles even if she tries, when Vincent rose and swept clean of her taste with the back of his hand. He seemed overly pleased, delighted, "Ah, my good girl," he crawled over, "how eager I am to be one with you again."

Tensing against Rachel's side Kagome could feel him pressing into her, stretching her once more to that familiar feeling, "Vin-vincent!' She squeezed her eyes shut at his painfully slow entrance. She hadn't realized that Rachel rejoined their lips again, until she tasted her tongue and felt her hand pulling at her dress.

Vincent closed in, and laughed at both of his lovely ladies—the sight of them had his heart shuddering and sighing, "We'll have a long night ahead of us, dear, so don't expect to leave this bed anytime soon."

Kagome didn't mind this at all—and neither did her wife.