A/N

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Green Lantern: the Animated Series or any of its characters. All rights go to Warner Bros, DC and anyone else that does.

This show is well over a decade old, but I didn't want to put the details of the AU in the summary because of canon spoilers. This is a canon divergence where Aya's deletion of all her programming is 100% successful, and she doesn't come back from the dead. (Sorry, Razer and Razaya fans, but there are good reasons for this that this fic will explain.) This story all happens in the afterlife I made up on the fly, not sure if it matches the canon DC afterlife or whatnot.

It also mentions events in an earlier fanfic, The Puppet Master's Experiment. Reading that is entirely optional, but this fanfic contains discussions of past dub-con/non-con from the aforementioned fanfic, so read at your own discretion.

I don't normally write threesomes, especially same-sex ones. Not because I have anything against them, but because they're notoriously difficult to execute well in writing. Still, this idea for an OT3 popped into my head, and I didn't want to let it go to waste.

Many depictions of Hell across the galaxy consisted of fire, screaming and various types of physical torture. Perhaps that was true for the lower levels, but in Upper Hell where Aya resided? Everything felt cold, lonely and either too loud or too quiet. She could not speak for other individuals and what punishments their afterlives consisted of but hers consisted primarily of having to live with the remorse of being responsible for the deaths of hundreds of people, having to be on the receiving end of the confrontations of the former Red Lanterns she had killed, and sometimes, every once in a while, she'd experience guilt-induced hallucinations. The room would go dark, she could hear cries of terror, and though she had no lungs, the whispers of the Manhunter Queen felt as if they were suffocating her.

She was once the fastest starship in the galaxy, free to roam the stars wherever her adventures with the Interceptor Crew would take her. But now? Hal? Kilowog? Razer? They were gone. Her Interceptor family was gone. She was alone, and she was not sure if she would ever see them again.

Aya had tried initially to make friends while here, to make the best of her situation, but needless to say that Upper Hell was not exactly an affable environment full of cordial people. Most people, she suspected were not psychopaths and irredeemable, truly evil people - those were the ones that ended up on the lower levels, but there were still a plethora of thieves, conmen, murders and the like. There could have been more... "decent" people such as herself (that is, those that were generally good people but made grave mistakes such as the ones she did), but for all she knew, they could have been hiding from the less pleasant people as well.

There had been one morning where Aya's thought processes drifted while sitting in her tiny apartment, reminiscing about the more joyful times she shared with her friends and the exciting missions they had gone on, and for some reason, they seemed to stop around the attempted Red Lantern invasion of Oa. She remembered the lighthouse, having to fly through the spiral beam to reach it, and the team's narrow escape from the maelstrom and having been captured by the Atrocitus, Zox and Drusa while her teammates had fallen into their trap.

Then she started to think about how she and Drusa were left alone while Atrocitus and Zox went to go and attack the Guardians themselves... Drusa had not only taken the time to make her humanoid body sexually capable, but to test the new functions herself, as well. Aya had not asked to be made sexually capable, but given her later relationship with Razer, Aya was certain she would have tried to find a way to add these upgrades to herself later anyway. Aya had never told anyone what had happened between them before Razer came to rescue her from Drusa's clutches, but the events of that night were a fairly recurring memory: she had felt not just arousal and sexual pleasure for the first time, she felt passion within herself, it was the first time she felt desired by someone else. Razer had shot Drusa dead shortly after they were finished and she attempted to delete Aya's higher functions, but it was still something Aya would never forget.

Suddenly, it occurred to her: what if she were to find Drusa? It could have been a pointless search, she could have ended up on another level entirely, but something in Aya's core told her she had to at least try.

She had spent the first several hours looking through the Afterlife Address Database to try and find her. It turned out there were quite a few individuals named 'Drusa' that had ever lived (it was a fairly common female name in the Forgotten Zone), though filtering by approximate age of death and assumed assigned level made it easier. By some stroke of luck, Drusa had also been sentenced to Upper Hell, her worst crimes being an accomplice to slavers and greater criminals, and apparently a singular count of sexual offense (which Aya assumed was about that night on the Interceptor.) But the fact that she was on the same level as Aya seemed to indicate - to her, anyway - that perhaps she experienced remorse for said crimes, just as she did. Perhaps she could understand Aya's plight?

Now it was much later at night. The dim streetlights barely lit the rough, gravelly road, and the freezing winds stirred around Aya's now-gray construct body. Being deceased, she was no longer powered by Green Energy; she had spent so long in hiding, she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be brave.

Aya paused at the front porch of the small dwelling. She read the painted numbers carefully on the side of one of the pillars. This is the place where Drusa was said to reside now. Aya would not have guessed that she only lived approximately an hour train ride and fifteen minute walk from where she did.

It wasn't until Aya raised her hand and knocked on the door with moderate force that she began to wonder if she was making a mistake. Assuming this really was where the Drusa she knew lived and not someone else that shared her name, there was no telling how Drusa would react when she saw her. Would she be pleased to see her? Would she be irritated that Aya was arriving in the middle of the night and turn her away? She considered turning around and going home, but instead, reflexively, her hand reached up and knocked again, much louder this time.

Aya waited... one... two... three... four... five seconds. No response. There was a doorbell at the side of the door as well. Would it be obnoxious to ring it? Laying her finger down on the button, she pressed it until she could hear a chime on the other end. Again, she waited... one... two... three... four... five seconds. No response. This was silly. Drusa was most likely asleep at this hour.

Sighing, she turned to take a step off of the porch, but before her foot touched the ground, the patio light flicked on. Looking back, she could see a light from behind the front door turn on as well.

The door swung open. A young woman with thick, disheveled violet hair dressed in a loose nightgown was on the other side.

"Who in the here do you think you are waking me up at this ho-" her voice trailed off when she realized the answer to that question. "... Aya?"

Tears began to well up in Aya's eyes. She personally thought the cause was the overwhelming emotions behind seeing a familiar face after being isolated and surrounded by strangers for months on end. "Hello, Drusa. It has been a while."

Drusa blinked, standing up straighter. She seemed a bit paler without any makeup on, and Aya could see a long scar running down her chest, but overall she appeared just as Aya had remembered her.

"What... what are you, doing here?"

"In all honesty, I came to find you," Aya said, turning towards the door.

With a trembling hand, Drusa stepped forward, slowly reached out and lightly brushed Aya's cheek, recoiling just as quickly as if she had just touched a hot stove.

The other hand covered her mouth to stifle a nervous chuckle. "I'm sorry. I had to be sure that you were you. I mean, you are you but I had to be sure that you were real. No, I mean, you are real, I don't mean to imply that you're not-" she brushed some of her hair behind one of her pointed ears, a light blush covering her cheeks. "Would you like to come in?" she asked, stepping aside.

"Please."

Blinking away the tears that had formed, Aya could immediately feel the temperature difference between the cold of the woods outside and the warmth of the cottage here as the door closed behind her. The floor plan could easily be seen from the front entrance: there was a small kitchen to the left, a living area to the right, and a short hallway towards the back with two doors that she assumed led to the bathroom and bedroom. It was more modest than she had expected Drusa's tastes to be, but finding proper housing in the afterlife could be difficult - perhaps this was the best she could find. The furniture, Aya noticed, was mainly gray and white, but the couch and two chairs next to it were decorated with pastel pink pillows.

Removing her greaves and placing them to the side of the front door, Aya sat down in one of the chairs, her posture poised.

"My apologies for the mess," Drusa said, gathering some dishes that had been left on one of the counters and placing them in the sink. "I wasn't expecting guests."

"It is fine. Your home is beautiful."

"Thank you. I'll admit I had a bit of help pulling the color schemes and whatnot together, but I trusted her taste."

Drusa left the kitchen to sit on the middle of the couch next to the chair Aya was in. Grabbing a pillow to rest her arms on, she added, "I know you tend to be a proper person, but it's all right to relax here. Go ahead and lean back."

Cautiously, as if this were a trap, Aya did as she said, taking a moment to process the feeling of relief on her back as she did.

"I don't know if you eat, drink or feel temperatures now, but can I get you anything? Water? Tea? Perhaps a blanket? You must be freezing after being out in the cold."

Aya was about to decline, but there was still a chill that lingered in her limbs. Being warmed by a blanket did sound pleasant at the moment. "Thank you. I do not feel hunger or thirst, but I will accept your offer for a blanket if you have one."

Drusa nodded and grabbed a small white woven blanket that had been hanging over one of the couch's arms and handed it to her.

Aya wrapped it around her shoulders. Noting the weight of her gauntlets, she decided to remove those as well. "I will admit, you are a more gracious hostess than I anticipated you to be."

"A lot of my castaway friends that have died have been sent to Upper Hell, and they visit frequently. Suffice to say, I've had practice. Besides, seeing you will never not be pleasant for me. I'm sorry if you can't say the same about me."

"Perhaps that was true in the past, but as far as I am aware, you are the only other person in Upper Hell that I know." Aya took a deep breath, trying not to appear emotional. "At the moment, you may just be my only friend right now."

Drusa shifted in her seat. "Is that so? Every time I think about you, I think about how I only caused trouble for you. Now, don't get me wrong, I adore being around you, but wherever you came from, tracking me down all the way out here, knocking on my door in the middle of the night? Right before a thunderstorm? That's a lot of trouble to go through. Could I ask why you sought me out specifically?"

Aya hesitated at first, unsure of how to answer. "I have been sentenced to Upper Hell, just as you have. You only live seventy-five minutes from my original location."

Drusa did not seem as surprised as Aya thought she would be. "What did you do that got you here? How did you even die?"

"I can answer both of those questions at once, but it is accompanied by a rather long story." Aya took a moment to muster the courage to tell her about the weight on her shoulders. "It occurred after your death... but have you heard about the Manhunter Queen?"

"I've heard bits and pieces about it from some... reliable sources, but I don't think I know the whole thing." Pulling a gray blanket that had been left on one of the cushions, Drusa laid it across her lap. "I feel as if you may be able to give me a better account of what happened than anyone else here."

Aya could see it in her eyes. Somehow, Drusa knew about Aya's greatest mistake. The rest of her expression was difficult to read... it was hard to say for sure how she felt about it.

She searched her mind, looking for the best place to start. "Before I inform you about the Manhunter Queen... you may better be able to understand it if I tell you about Ilana, first."

Taking a moment to explain how she obtained her humanoid form while entering a machine that simulated Razer's worst memories, she mentioned that it was Queen Aga'po of Zamaron that read Razer's mind and called attention to how much Aya looked like Ilana. Aya would have liked to call that the start of their love story but being dead had given her ample time to reflect upon their relationship, and it seemed that Razer had a pattern of acting cold and aloof one moment, and then perhaps protecting her in battle or dropping a subtle compliment the next. There were even moments of physical affection that he initiated, but those moments were fewer than Aya could count on one hand, one of them even only being because he was possessed by Neuroxis.

Then there was the moment where she had pushed him out of the path of the Anti-Monitor, getting caught in its blast herself. Believing she was about to die, Razer professed his love right before she uploaded herself into the mostly destroyed body of a Manhunter. As soon as she returned to the Interceptor and got her usual humanoid form back, she asked Razer what kind of love he had for her. He immediately took back everything he said. The only semblance of love that he had for her were projections of his feelings for his dead wife, and he could never truly love a machine.

Aya was devastated. His words had cut her so deeply, that she could not focus on the battle in front of them. No one wanted to talk about this with her, and the best advice she had gotten was to "focus ahead and shut down everything else". It was then she realized that the Lanterns could not win against the Anti-Monitor and its Manhunters, so she used all of the green energy that powered the Interceptor to shut down her emotions and function at full capacity. She had managed to stop the Anti-Monitor by carving a straight path to it, but she had destroyed several Red Lantern ships in the process. By the time she had crashed into its chest, she could feel a corrupt energy flowing through her body, changing all that she was and leaving her only with anger and hurt. She swore to be the Manhunters' new leader and reject all emotional life forms, as emotions only caused pain and suffering.

She had spent the majority of her time vaporizing countless - though uninhabited - planets, though some other notable moments in her time as the Manhunter Queen was that she pitted the fight between love and hate that indirectly killed Ghia'ta, the Zamaronian princess, uploaded copies of her own programming into the Manhunters, and attempted to destroy the universe at its very beginning to prevent it from ever forming. The only thing that managed to bring back any part of who she once was, was when she had almost killed Razer during his and Hal's last-ditch effort to stop her.

Finally realizing the severity of all she had done, she had given up the new energy, using it to heal Razer's wounds, and deleted all copies of her programming, including the original one in her own body.

"I see. Deleting yourself to save the universe. That would do it."

"Remembering everything that happened makes it difficult for me not to think about the night of the attempted Red Lantern invasion on Oa... and everything that happened that night."

"There was a lot that happened that night," Drusa mentioned. "What are you referring to?"

"What particularly comes to mind is you almost deleting my higher functions... my emotions. If Razer had arrived just a few seconds later than he did, you could have deleted me and prevented the Manhunter Queen incident from ever happening in the first place."

"That's probably true, but there's nothing I can do about it now. All of my material tools have been taken from me beyond the grave, and technically, you're not even a robot anymore: you're the ghost of a robot."

Aya put her head in her hands. "I wish I could simply come back to life, be with Razer and make restitutions for my wrongdoings."

"All right, theoretically, let's say you found a way to come back to life tomorrow and be reunited with Razer. Then what would you do? You're still a galactic criminal."

Aya thought about it for a moment. "I believe we would go into hiding. Perhaps on Volkrieg, or somewhere where the population is low and live so we do not draw attention to ourselves."

"And whom would you be hiding from, exactly?"

"The Red Lantern Corps for destroying their numbers, my creators, the Guardians who would deem me too dangerous to live and ensure that I would be dissected, the Green Lanterns - with the exception of Hal and Kilowog, perhaps - who would simply be following the Guardians orders... and the Zamaronians, if Aga'po's grief over Ghia'ta means that she would also want me destroyed."

"So, I take it that means you would retire from being Lanterns, right? And let's say that you found a peaceful life on some remote planet being... farmers or something. Assuming Razer stays perfectly healthy and there's no threats to kill him early, your chance of becoming a widow within the next sixty to eighty years is still quite high, because, let's face it, organic beings don't live forever. Now, you would still probably die someday, too, robots can still get wear and tear from being in use for so long, but you've proven since the day of your death that you do have an immortal soul to be judged. There's no guarantee that you and Razer would get the same afterlife."

"Those that have been sentenced to higher levels can visit those in the lower levels. If Razer is sentenced to a higher level than I am, he could still come be with me in Upper Hell."

"But is that really fair to him? This isn't exactly the nicest realm in all the... realms."

Aya could feel tears coming on again. "... No. It would not be."

"Let's say that Razer ends up in Limbo, the level above here. He could come find you when you die a few hundred years later, but who's already dead and waiting for him? Ilana. Now, I don't know much about her or what her own relationship with him was like, but if given the choice between you and her, based on how you described your relationship with him? I can take a wild guess at which one he'd pick."

All it took was the thought of Razer leaving her in spirit for Ilana yet again to make her break out into sobs. "Who was I kidding? It is so obvious that he would choose her over me. I am merely a machine with her appearance. Nothing more."

"Oh, come on now, that's not true." Drusa got up from the couch and started heading for the hallway, "hold on." She returned a few seconds later with a roll of toilet paper and sat back down in her spot next to Aya. "If you ask me, Razer is an idiot. If somehow your path crossed with mine and it stayed that way, I would be thrilled if you ever decided to share your love with a lowlife like myself. And if he can't see what a kind, loving and beautiful soul he could have had for a lover all because you had his dead wife's face, well, then he doesn't deserve you."

"Th-thank you," Aya had taken a few sheets to wipe her eyes with.

"Do you know why I almost deleted you that day?"

"To fashion me into a 'more proper' NAV com?"

"Well, yes, but it was more than that. I have seen AI, computers and machinery before, but nothing as amazing as you. You were so much more advanced than I had initally given you credit for. You didn't hesitate to care for me when I pretended to injure my leg, or when I thought I saw you cry when I made you lie about the reasons for an emergency landing on Oa. But what really showed me you were different? Your reaction to the new programming I had put in you. Your anger and fear showed me that you were capable of emotion after all."

"Then why attempt to delete me?" Aya asked, nearly bawling. "Having emotion would mean I am almost on par with the average humanoid."

"The trouble with emotions, even in the form of a 0.0001% flaw, is that they can be dangerous," Drusa replied. "I feared one day they would get the better of you - and clearly, they did - and the results would be disastrous."

"You predicted something like this would happen?" Aya said, trying to stop the quake in her voice.

"It would seem that I did."

Aya stopped to grab more toilet paper as a fresh wave of sadness poured construct tears down her face. The toilet paper didn't actually do much to wipe them away, but Aya supposed it was the thought that counted.

"Obviously, even I can't condone you killing hundreds of people because your semi-boyfriend hurt your feelings, but if people had treated you more like a human and less like a machine, maybe you wouldn't have reached your breaking point and taken it out on those that looked down on you." Drusa cleared her throat, her fingers playing with the pattern on the pillow. "And that goes for me as well. I think a lot about that night on the Interceptor, and not just because I died that day. I knew what I was doing to you was wrong, and yet, I did it anyway."

"I never-" Aya choked back a whimper, "-sorry, I never asked you... what made you decide to add sexual organs to my humanoid body? You could have turned me into a weapon, or your personal slave, and instead you did... that. Why?"

Drusa shrugged. "Boredom, mostly. Perhaps a bit of lust and curiosity as well, but mainly I did it because I could. I'm not saying how I was raised should excuse what I've done to you - it absolutely doesn't - but I was brought up by slavers and pirates. No one ever sat me down and explained what consent was or why it was important, so I never quite had a solid understanding of it to begin with. I also didn't realize how sapient you were, even now until you showed up at my door in the afterlife and confirmed to me that you do in fact have a soul like anyone else."

"You did not have an understanding of consent, but you knew it was wrong?"

"I had a vague feeling what I was doing wasn't right, but I didn't realize how serious it was until after I was forced to confront my actions and reflect on what I had done. I guess what I'm trying to say is..." Drusa took Aya's hand, her slightly glazed pale violet eyes meeting Aya's sky blue ones, "... I'm sorry. For everything. Every ounce of pain I had ever caused you... apologizing won't fix it, but I do know what it's like to feel remorse over something you can no longer do anything about."

"... Thank you. I forgive you." Aya took a brief moment to try and calm herself so her voice came across more clearly. "I may not have explicitly granted my consent, but I did not hate what happened. You made me feel things physically and emotionally for the first time that I had no idea I was capable of feeling. I can understand why situations with dubious consent can leave the receiving individual confused and angry, but I do not consider what happened to me to be traumatic or painful. As a matter of fact, I would not mind if I were to be intimate with you again."

Drusa blinked. "So you came here... not just to talk with me, but you wanted to see if there was a possibility you could be with me?"

Aya nodded. "I do think that was an underlying reason of why I arrived here."

Drusa rubbed the back of her head. "I am so happy you came to find me, even in an odd hour in the night. And I'm open to the possibility of being with you again, but..."

"Drusa? Are you awake?" A third female voice came from the bedroom. A Zamaronian woman stepped out of the bedroom, dressed in a robe made of a silk-like material. "The lights were on so I wanted to be sure you were-"

It had taken the pale elven brushing some of her grayish-rosy hair from her face for Aya to recognize Ghia'ta, her cyan eyes wide for only a moment before she looked unamused.

"I was surprised to see you here, but then I remembered that this is Hell."

"... But I am surprised to see you," Aya said as Ghia'ta walked over to the couch. "You dedicated your life to love, and then sacrificed it to save Hal."

"I was sent to Upper Heaven, but things are so terribly boring there. I decided I'd rather stay with Drusa in a place that was more dangerous, but also more interesting."

"Now you see where all the pink in my house comes from," Drusa said as Ghia'ta sat closely behind her, resting her head on her shoulder. So this was how Drusa knew about Aya's past.

Looking at the way Ghia'ta's arms wrapped around one of Drusa's, it was clear that Aya's past fling had started a new relationship with someone else. Who was she to ruin that for them?

"... I should leave." Carrying her gauntlets, Aya got up from the chair and practically jumped back into her graves.

"Aya? Aya, wait!" Drusa protested.

Aya swung the door open to see a flash of lightning and pouring rain on the other side. The only source of light being the light on the porch of the cottage, and the street lamp about fifty feet from the house.

"You shouldn't be walking home alone in this weather... or at this hour. Why don't you stay here for the night? I don't know if you need sleep, but we'd be happy to lend you the couch if needed, wouldn't we, darling?"

Slowly closing the door behind her, Aya removed her greaves and put them back where they were. Removing her gauntlets, she sat down on the chair again.

Ghia'ta looked up to glare at Aya. "Why is it you have come here in the first place?"

Drusa spoke for Aya. "She was just feeling a bit lonely and needed someone to help her process her death, kind of like I did for you shortly after you died."

"If Drusa was sent to Upper Hell and Ghia'ta to Upper Heaven, how is it the two of you managed to meet?" Aya asked.

"As you know, it can take several months to get a permanent sentence," Drusa said. "We were in Pre-Limbo. Ghia'ta had just died and needed a drink to 'clear her head', and I happened to be in the same bar. While talking things out, we ended up having a number of deep discussions, found we had some things in common and even shared a 'spark'. Apparently, she found our mental, emotional and physical connection to be so strong, she left Heaven for me. We've been together ever since."

"I am so happy for the two of you," Aya said, attempting a small smile. "I would like to be honest with you, Ghia'ta. I had come here to see if there was a chance Drusa would still be interested in some form of relationship with me. However, I was not aware she already had a partner. I am sorry."

"That is not all you should be apologizing for," Ghia'ta snapped.

"G!" There was almost a scolding tone to Drusa's voice.

Ignoring her, Ghia'ta continued, "what was it that was going on through your head when not only you challenged hate against love, but got innocent people killed?!"

Aya sighed. "You have a right to be angry with me. I suppose the least I can do is try to answer you. During a battle between the Green and Red Lantern Corps and the Manhunters. Razer had said something to me earlier that hurt me and kept me from functioning at full capacity. When I asked him what he recommended to make it stop, he suggested I shut off my emotions for the moment. He may not have meant it literally, but I used the battery of the Interceptor to accomplish this. Realizing the power I had, I felt I could defeat the Anti-Monitor myself, and I was already so hurt, I did not care who else got hurt or killed in the process. I did not even care for my own well-being. When I crashed into the Anti-Monitor, its energy collided with mine. It changed me entirely, and there are some days I can still feel it flowing through me. I was no longer myself. I could only feel hate for everything. It was only when Razer nearly died that I realized what I had done."

"Did it somehow not occur to you when people were dying because of what you had done that you had gone too far?" Ghia'ta asked.

"I understand if you cannot forgive me for being responsible for your death. I am not even sure that I can forgive myself."

Ghia'ta suddenly let go of Drusa's arm, a smaller flash of lightning outside the window as she stepped towards Aya.

"Don't hurt her!"

Ghia'ta thrust a hand onto Aya's forehead and closed her eyes. A silence in the room hung as her harsh frown began to soften, and the look in her eyes when she opened them again was much more empathetic.

"I am sorry. I did not realize how heavy the emotional burden of all your pain was that you were carrying." Ghia'ta then turned to Drusa, who was still sitting on the couch. "The weight in her shoulders is immense, and not just because she has armor on."

"That's what guilt and heartbreak does to you, darling."

The room went quiet once more, and Drusa's spiked brow was slightly furrowed, as if contemplating something.

"What's on your mind, love?" Ghia'ta asked her.

"Hm? Oh, I had a idea, but... I am not entirely sure how either of you would feel about it."

"What is it?" Aya asked.

"G, I know this might be happening a bit early in our relationship, but what if we did that... thing with Aya that we talked about in theory the other day?"

"What thing?"

Silence again. Aya noted the exchanged glances only they seemed to understand.

"Oh, that thing." She took a moment to think about it. Looking at Aya, and then looking back at Drusa. "I suppose we could do that if you think it would help her, but we need to make sure she is all right with it first."

"Of course! I'm not bound to repeat my mistakes."

"I do not understand the 'thing' the two of you are referring to. Could you please elaborate?" Aya asked.

"Assuming G and I are in agreement about this, we'd like to offer the prospect of a threesome with you. That is, both Ghia'ta and I have sex with you at the same time."

Aya took a moment to process the offer. If she were capable of blushing, she felt there might have been one forming on her cheeks. "... Oh. I see."

"Obviously, it won't fix everything that went wrong in your life, but it might distract you from your feelings for a bit," Drusa said. "And I don't know how long ago you died, but I'm guessing it's been at least a few months since you and Razer last slept together?"

"Razer and I have never slept together," Aya responded almost as quickly. "I do not think he knew I was capable of sexual activity."

"... Well, that's unfortunate." Drusa crossed her legs. "Even if he weren't very affectionate, was he a good kisser?"

"I would not know. He has never even kissed me. We had come close twice if I remember correctly, but one of those times was because he was being mind-controlled, and another because Hal Jordan had interrupted us." Looking at Drusa, Aya continued, "you are the first and only person that has ever kissed me. I am not sure why I feel the way that I do about you, or if I am even supposed to. And Ghia'ta," she said, looking at the former Zamaronian princess, "I do not know you well, and therefore I do not think we have had a chance to build a deep, romantic interest in each other, but if you were to join Drusa and I, I believe I would enjoy it."

"May I begin by kissing you?" Ghia'ta asked Aya.

Aya nodded, standing up. They locked gazes for a moment before Ghia'ta had used one hand to hold one of Aya's, and another to stroke the side of her face. Aya wrapped her arms around Ghia'ta's neck, both of them closing their eyes as Ghia'ta leaned in, lightly laying her lips on the ghost gynoid. Her lips were soft and warm, just as Aya would expect from a former Star Sapphire.

They had been going at it for about twenty seconds when they heard Drusa speak again, "wow."

Aya and Ghia'ta stopped their kisses to look over at Drusa, who had gotten up from the couch to get a better view.

There was a hint of shyness to Ghia'ta's chuckle. "Are you enjoying watching us, love?"

"Watching the two most beautiful women I know kiss each other? How could I not enjoy that?"

"May I kiss you now?" Aya asked Drusa, removing her arms from around Ghia'ta.

Drusa exchanged glances with Ghia'ta who simply nodded her approval. Rather than answering with words, Drusa pulled Aya into a deep kiss, the robot's eyes fluttering shut. She had nearly forgotten how sweet and electric Drusa's lips felt.

Ghia'ta waited for a bit before speaking. "At first I was worried that I might get jealous watching my significant other kiss another woman, but, I'm starting to feel... excited."

"Why don't we take this to the bedroom?" Drusa suggested. "The bed should be big enough for all three of us, and I can show you how to take Aya's armor off."

They both looked at Aya, waiting for her response. A small smile, a genuine one this time, formed at her lips and she nodded. Each of Aya's lovers took one of her gray hands and started to lead her to the bedroom...

A/N

I was originally going to make this into a one-shot, but it got too long for my liking so I split it into two parts. Part 2 coming soon!