004. Erratic
Her breath is still hitched when he kisses her lilac hair and slides from the bed with a huff. Sweat dots her face and she marvels at how still the world is even now…even when…
"Thank you, Ghetsis," she whispers.
She wonders if he even hears her anymore but then he's tilting his face, smiling that smile.
She is completed.
She is ashamed.
Or she should be. Not brimming as he closes her sister's door sacredly slow. Not quivering at her thighs as he stalks toward her. Not fingering her gossamer gown as he growls.
"Concordia…"
Not…
"Make us whole."
A/N: I can't offer enough thank yous to my dear Jamesluver for being so kind as to review this prompt by prompt. I don't know why you wouldn't have, but if you haven't: Read her drabbles. Read her anything. She's just mind blowing.
I actually really like this threesome. Maybe we'll hear more about the girls in BW2. I certainly hope so.