Chris stretched luxuriously, her eyes slitting open to see it was early yet. As long as she checked in with her director by noon, she'd be okay. And it couldn't be 7 yet.

A heavy, warm left arm was thrown over her waist, soft lips teasing the back of her neck. Reaching back, she threaded her fingers through fine, short hair.

Steve.

She let her eyes slide closed, heard the soft sound of Bucky's breathing on the other side of the bed.

This should be fun.

"I know you're awake," Steve whispered just behind her ear, making her shiver intensely. Oh, he'd paid very close attention to what Bucky had done last night, hadn't he?

Chris pressed back against him, rubbing her ass against that impressive erection.

"What can I help you with, Steve?" she whispered in a scratchy voice.

That arm curled around her, his hand flattening against her stomach, warm and strong.

"Thank you for this," he said. More kisses chained along the back of her neck. "Even if you don't… I mean, I don't expect you to…"

"What do you want, Steve?" Chris asked, pretty sure she knew the answer but wanting him to say it. When he said nothing, she tried again. "If you could have anything you wanted here, what would it be? Tell me the truth."

"I don't want last night to end," Steve said so quietly she barely heard it. "I wanted him back. I've always wanted him back. But… I want to… to keep you too."

"We hardly know each other," Chris teased, swearing she could feel his blush behind her.

"Want to get to know each other better?" His hand slid up to tease her breast.

"That's more like it," Chris said, allowing him to roll her onto her back.

Steve propped himself on an elbow above her. One strong finger traced over her collarbone, down between her breasts. His mind was going at superhuman speed, she could tell.

Laid bare before him, Chris gazed up into those gorgeous blue eyes. "What are you worried about in there?"

"You won't stay, will you?"

He looked so innocent when he asked that, and it had her heart clenching in her chest.

"If I didn't, you'd still have Bucky," Chris pointed out. "Right?"

When his frown deepened, she smiled at him. "You haven't even had me yet," she teased. "It's a little early to worry about whether or not I'll stay."

"Did you do this just to give him back to me?"

In truth, she did. But she was also so tempted by him, by Bucky. She could go downstairs right now and accept Tony Stark's job offer, work for her idol and have an open relationship with two of the hottest men on the entire planet.

Her own fear of relationships made her pause.

"I did," Chris admitted, "but…"

"But?"

Oh, the honesty in his face, his eyes. How could anyone not cough up all their secrets to this man, especially if he looked at them like he was looking at her?

"I was only with Bucky for that week," Chris told him.

"And that night at your apartment."

"I was well on my way to losing my heart to him," Chris said, keeping her gaze on his. "Do I really stand a chance with both of you?"

He liked that. His smile was angelic. That large hand gently slid over one breast.

"How are you feeling? Are you okay?" he asked carefully.

Chris nodded, smiling.

"Can I…"

"You want to play with me?" Chris offered.

Steve shook his head. "I want to make love to you if that's okay. I've wanted that for a while now."

Chris nodded, her heart melting at that.

"I'll be careful," he promised. "I can imagine that we're a bit much together."

Steve started with kisses, soft, enticing kisses while his hands explored her like she was fragile glass. Within seconds, gooseflesh rose where his hands touched. She found herself arching up into his touch.

When his mouth followed his hands down her body, Chris felt those plush lips over her chest, her breasts. It was hard to breathe with his fingers between her thighs, teasing her until she was squirming beneath him. Pulling back, he put those fingers in his mouth, moaning at the taste of her.

It was amazing how carefully he could move, a man of his size. Pulling the covers back from her, he was able to navigate down her body without disrupting Bucky who slept next to them. Those large hands pulled her legs up, spread them wide. His rough palms smoothed over her inner thighs like he relished just the feel of her skin.

His grin gave him a decidedly boyish look. "Probably need to keep it down so we don't wake up Bucky."

Chris smirked at him. Bastard.

Pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs, he went slowly, gently. Almost too gently. Slowly he moved in closer to where she needed him, in no particular hurry. When his mouth finally began teasing her center, Chris gasped, twitching beneath him.

Steve wasn't having it. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he kept her open for him in a way that pretty much left her lower body immobilized. And then he went to town, teasing her with his lips and tongue until she was breathless. All she could do was hang onto his hair, which apparently, he loved given the moans she got when she pulled with any strength. By the time he slid two fingers into her, found her g-spot, she was already done for.

Steve was relentless until he finally pushed her over the edge, the sounds he made obscene as he drank her up and she trembled beneath him.

Chris had managed to keep quiet, something she wasn't normally good at, but then she needed him inside her desperately. When he came back up to her to lower himself over her, she wrapped around him like a vine, wrapping her legs around the muscled trunks of his thighs.

Pressing the softest kiss to her lips, he pulled back to gaze into her eyes.

"Ready?"

Chris nodded enthusiastically but when he went to line himself up with her entrance, she knew a moment's hesitation. He was larger than Bucky. Still, she fought to keep that hidden. Steve was already trying so hard to be careful, his emotions open and vulnerable to her in a way she'd always been afraid to offer anyone.

Chris gasped as he began to push inside her, filling her in a way she'd never experienced before. She understood now why he'd worked so hard to get her ready.

Her hand was gently pulled away from Steve and she glanced over to see that Bucky had taken her hand in his, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her inner wrist, his blue eyes barely slit open as Steve sunk into her.

Turning her attention back to Steve, Chris took comfort from Bucky next to her. He was willing her to relax, to enjoy it, she opened herself up to the comfort he offered. She opened herself up to the man above her, finally sliding in until she knew a fullness that had a slight of edge of pain at first but slowly faded as he held perfectly still above her.

Steve's eyes were closed, the feeling of happy she got from him, from his dark-haired lover next to her, nearly took her breath away. Steve wasn't lying when he said he wanted both her and Steve, his bliss permeated his entire person and it had her heart clenching in her chest.

Rolling her hips up, seeing how that movement would feel, drew a deep moan from him. It felt surprisingly good.

"Go slow," she whispered.

Above her, Steve nodded, eased down onto his elbows to be closer to her. His movements were so careful as he began to ease into her, again, almost too careful. But it gave her a chance to get used to him, to enjoy being filled like that.

Bucky moved closer, drawing Steve's attention, leaning down to steal kisses from Chris, to scorch a path across her jaw to her ear.

"Feels good, doesn't he doll?" Bucky said loud enough for Steve to hear.

Chris nodded as she hung onto Steve, to Bucky's hand, trying to remember to breathe.

More kisses from Bucky before he grabbed Steve's chin and pulled him down for a kiss. Steve moaned, let Bucky really draw him in. His thrusts became harder, had Chris gasping.

"Sorry," Steve broke the kiss, searching her face for any sign of distress.

"She's okay, Stevie," Bucky told him. "She can take a little more. Can't you doll?"

Chris nodded, gasping as Bucky teased the shell of her ear, the sensitive skin just behind it.

Steve's thrusts came slightly harder and he let Bucky steal his lips for another kiss, a filthy one that was all teeth and tongue. Chris watched them, thinking if she watched that for long enough, it would probably finish her off. They looked so good together, the happy they radiated made her feel beautiful, happy.

They belonged together, and she'd helped make that happen. It gave her a pretty solid high.

Not wanting them to stop what they were doing, because she was getting pretty wound up, Chris eased the hand Bucky wasn't holding down her body. If she could just get it between them…

"Stevie," Bucky nodded to her hand. "Someone's feeling neglected."

"Can't have that," Steve grinned, snatching her hand before it could reach its destination and pinning it to the bed by her head as he continued to thrust into her.

Steve lifted up enough to make room for Bucky's metal hand to slide down her belly and softly tease her clit, the cold causing her to clench hard around Steve.

"You feel so good," Steve told her, lowering his head to kiss her as his thrusts gained in speed.

It only took a few seconds of that before she was flying, crying out so loudly as she came the entire compound could probably hear. Gently they kept her pinned down, Steve continued to work into her and she could tell he was really holding back. Bucky claimed her mouth for a kiss, his finger still teasing her clit with such finesse, the metal warmed now until he brought her off the second time. She clenched so hard around Steve that he finished with a shout, his body tightening up all around her.

Steve rolled onto his back and pulled Chris with him, making Bucky shuffle to the side.

"Punk," Bucky grumbled.

While they caught their breath, Steve keeping her in his arms, they felt Bucky's gaze on them. The mood Chris picked up was damned near triumphant.

"Oh, we ain't done," Bucky announced. "My turn."

Chris's eyes flew open, meeting Bucky's mischievous smile. She was definitely feeling sore at this point, but for him, she'd try.

She had to laugh when it was Steve he jerked towards him.

"Baby doll can use a break," Bucky told him. "and I want a piece of you."

Grabbing the pillows, Chris propped herself up and got comfy while Bucky reached into the drawer of his bedside table for a slim container of lube.

"On all fours, Stevie," Bucky told him, positioning him as he wanted. Steve was excited but nervous, his blue eyes flicking to Chris in a way that let her know he was a little worried about this part.

Well, she could help that. On her knees in front of him, Chris took Steve's face in his hands, began kissing him as softly and romantically as she could manage. When he moaned, she knew that Bucky was getting started on working him open. She took advantage to deepen the kiss, the take his breath away.

"So good for me, Stevie," Bucky crooned. "And you doll, helping get him ready for me."

Steve was trembling. Whether from excitement, it had been decades since they'd last been together, or nerves, she didn't know. Bucky had two fingers working into Steve when she paused to kiss his neck, the tender area between his neck and shoulder.

By the time Bucky had worked up to three fingers, Chris was petting Steve, kissing him softly even as he still trembled. Then she had an idea.

Pulling back, she cupped his face. "We're going to make you feel so good."

Steve let her arrange him and Bucky didn't stop her. Chris positioned him on his back and Bucky grinned at her in approval as he used more lube liberally on his hard and ready cock. He let Chris go first, somehow knowing what she was up to as she took Steve's cock in her hand, worked him gently.

"Oh, God," Steve whimpered as she stroked him, and Bucky resumed working his fingers into his ass.

"Ready, baby?" Bucky whispered.

Steve looked close to tears. "Always."

Bucky slowly pushed into Steve and as he did, Chris lowered her mouth to his cock. It was so satisfying to see Steve cry out, overwhelmed by the pleasure they offered and fighting for control. Chris kept her movements slow, it was a new situation for her. She wanted to make it so that if Steve needed her to stop, he could easily do so. As it was, one large hand clutched her hair, urging her on as Bucky moaned, bottoming out.

"Bucky, I love you," Steve's voice was breaking. "I love you so much."

Bucky's eyes were shiny she noted though she tried to act like she wasn't really paying attention. "Love you too."

Together Chris and Bucky devastated Steve. Bucky kept his movements slow and steady with firm thrusts, his hands locked on Steve's slim hips to hold him in place. Chris worked Steve's cock with her hands and mouth, smoothing her hands over his beautiful form until he was whimpering beneath them. It didn't take long until Steve was coming and Chris allowed him to paint her hand and arm along with his stomach and chest with his seed as Bucky's thrusts quickened. Within seconds, Bucky yelled out his release inside Steve, his body shaking as he held still to finish.

Chris pulled away to get a washcloth and towel from the bathroom and to wash up a little, coming back to the two men making out on the bed as if they'd never been parted. It was a happy sigh she released, feeding off the happiness and love bouncing off the walls in the room. At least if nothing else came out of it, they were back together, where they belonged.

When she climbed back on the bed, they broke apart, Bucky pulling her in for a kiss while Steve took the items from her hand to clean himself up. Bucky took her breath away, kissing her as if he'd never get enough.

"Thank you," Bucky whispered against her lips.

"You're welcome," she meant it, looking back and forth between the two men. "You belong together. Don't you know that?"

The confusion and worry Steve felt were already seeping out, even as he was struggling to recover from his bliss. He placed a large hand over her bare thigh, rubbed gently to soothe her.

"We belong together," Bucky told her, those dark blue eyes gazing directly into hers. "The three of us. This all came together because of you, Chris."

Chris glanced back at Steve, the sincerity in his sky-blue eyes was hard to miss.

Chris had gotten swept along into the night, had absolutely no regrets, but as the sun was rising outside, so were her old doubts and fears.

Steve's worry was rising, she could feel it in the air and she hated it. As happy as they had been, she didn't want to be a source of unhappiness for either of them. Bucky, who normally had legendary control of his emotions, let one reach out to her. Determination. The way he looked at her made her feel like it was him who could read any emotion instead of her. She had no idea what he was up to, but she knew what he wanted.

How could any woman, much less her, have any hope of resisting them both?

"Let's not worry about it right now," Bucky told her, scooping her up like she weighed nothing and stretching her out between him and Steve. "Let's get some more sleep, relax. We earned it yesterday, didn't we?"

His actions seemed to soothe Steve's nerves. Steve spooned up behind her and it was hard not to relax into the warmth and comfort he offered. Bucky stretched out next to her, carding his hand through her hair, humming happily.

"We've got plenty of time to think out everything," Bucky whispered, pressing a kiss into her hair. "Sleep."

Chris was on the fringes of sleep, so tired from everything they'd been into the last 24 hours. Steve's whisper over her head? Spoken so quietly she was only guessing at what he said but she knew Bucky would hear it just fine and they both believed her to be asleep.

"How are we going to keep her from leaving?"

"We're not," Bucky whispered back. "We're going to make her want to stay."

They leaned up to kiss over her head and then sleep really did claim her.