Happy Days Continued

Leah couldn't really remember ever having gone on a date like this one. As kids, neither she nor Sam had had very much money. Dates had been cheap, they had been cheesy, and…well, they had been fun. This date was fun too, although in a more…she didn't know what sort of way, but it was definitely a different way.

They had begged Kim into making their dinner, pleaded a bottle of homemade wine out of Billy, and crawled to Alice for help with the clothes. The basket had been provided by Sue, the glasses and plates collected from Brady's mother's kitchen, and the worn blanket was their own.

To an outsider, it probably looked cheap. Hell, it kind of was cheap. Still, it was them – a group of things collected and purchased carefully, with meaning. She knew the dress she was wearing had cost a pretty penny, a penny they probably didn't have, and that both men were wearing Walmart brand clothes.

She hadn't felt as at home, as she did on that date, in years. Surrounded by the men she loved, with things loaned to them from the people they loved. Her belly was full, and Paul was doing a fantastic job of rubbing it as she lounged with her head in Sam's lap, his fingers massaging her temple.

She was purring.

Paul pressed his lips against her, just under a clothed breast. "You're making a crappy wolf right now Lee." He murmured fondly, teeth nipping the underside of her breast even as he continued to give the shewolf a belly rub.

"And you're always a crappy wolf." She murmured back, lifting a hand off the ground to stroke his short hair. "Right Sam?"

"Mmmwhat?" The other man rumbled. She glanced up at him, realized he was half asleep. Chuckled lightly and shook her head.

"Nevermind."

"'Kay." He yawned tiredly, lifted her head enough that he could down, sideways. He settled her head down on his hip, twirling her chin length hair in his fingers.

It really was nice, she decided, to just lay there with them. Very seldom did they have the time to relax. She was getting herself ready to fall into a light sleep, when Paul's hand slid up her dress. "Hnng. Paul." She whined, half annoyed, half amused.

"Shh." He soothed, hands sliding the dress up her body slowly as he slid down. He mouthed at the edge of the black lace undies, tongue dipping below the hem. He took pleasure in Leah's sigh, in the way she melted under him even as Sam twisted under her so he could watch.

He let himself relax into her body, mouthing up her flat abdomen to the bra. She was half-sitting thanks to Sam's new position, and Paul managed to slip his hands under her to unclasp it. Their position wouldn't allow for him to take it off, so he pushed it up to where her dress was bunched up, under her neck. His mouth found a nipple and he pulled it into his mouth.

Under his lips, Leah came alive, writhing and gasping softly. She tugged at his hair, tried to urge him to go faster. He chuckled against her, hands pushing the underwear down her long legs. "No." He replied simply, pushing her legs apart so he could settle between them.

As much as she had come alive, she also came undone. Paul's mouth pushed her towards the edge, before he reared up, using his body instead. They rocked together on the worn blanket, soft cries filling the air. It was slow, almost lazy, as Paul pushed her closer, then closer still.

She exploded beneath him with a cry that sent forest birds to the air.

Everything went quick after that – she was only dimly aware of Paul finally speeding up, of Sam urging her hand to him as h stroked the rest of her body, making the high she was feeling last just that much longer.

They collapsed in a mess of tangled limbs afterwards, panting softly into the air. Sam turned her head, pulled her into a kiss as languid as their sex had been. "Look." He murmured, nodding to the cliffs edge. She glanced up, took in the setting sun. Relaxed further into the blankets.

Paul was nuzzling her against, her neck this time, having to work to get around the clothes she was still partially wearing. "I told you to trust us."

"Mm. You also said there wouldn't be any sex." She stroked his head again, sated and content. "I'm glad you lied."