Third Person P.O.V
Murphy and Connor were both surprised to see what their girl could do to a man twice her size. She took the Russian down easily and this is while she's drunk as hell. The boys thought they knew everything about Catriona yet she can still surprise them. There is more to the girl than meets the eye. Both boys were fuming when Chekov dragged her across glass like that, tearing her pretty white skin. They lost it. No one hurts their Catriona. Neither of them missed the smirk that spread across their girlfriend's face when they set Chekov on fire, and both of them had never wanted her more. She is such a strong woman with high morals despite being brought up by scum that treated her like a child.
Back at their apartment Murphy cleaned Catriona's knee while Connor went to get her some water. Murphy watched as her head dipped a few times before she fell backwards onto the bed, passed out but fine. He couldn't help but laugh. She is so cute. Still in-between her legs, as she lands, Murphy gets a fantastic view of her black lace panties. He wants nothing more than to bury his face between those thighs but he won't because she's fucking unconscious.
"There's no need for the water, Con. She's out" Murphy calls over his shoulder quietly as he tapes the bandage pad to Catriona's knee.
Connor walks up and chuckles "Can really handle herself can't she"
Murphy manoeuvres his wasted girlfriend under the covers "Aye, she certainly can"
Connor leans over her and pulls the clip from her hair "They know she's with us"
Murphy nods and bites the flesh of his thumb "Aye, we'll protect her. That scumbag da of hers isn't gettin' her"
Connor laughs quietly "I think she'll protect us"
Murphy smiles and crawls in beside Catriona. Murphy and Connor never officially agreed upon who would sleep with Catriona but it seemed clear to both of them that Catriona loved Murphy more than Connor. For now anyway. Connor was determined to change that.