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“I return!” Isabela throws her arms in the air as she enters the living room before flopping down on the couch with Fenris and Zevran and oozing into the cushions with a sigh of relief. Home at last, after a metric shit ton of errands.
Fenris wastes no time flopping against her side and tucking his face into the crook of her neck with a deep inhale.
“Miss me, Buttons?” she teases with a tired chuckle, reaching up to ruffle his hair.
He snorts. “Don’t be ridiculous. You were only away a few hours. But I am glad to see you.” He punctuates the statement with a fond hum and an open-mouthed kiss to her neck.
She giggles and kisses the top of his head. “Fair enough.”
“Well, I missed you!” Zevran declares dramatically. He attempts to lean over Fenris to claim a kiss of his own, then concludes he’s a smidge too short to reach and opts instead to kiss his own fingertips and touch them to Isabela’s cheek.
She picks up his hand and kisses his palm. “I’m glad to hear someone missed me!”
Fenris, meanwhile, has nuzzled his face into her shoulder and is taking deep breaths in through his nose, mouth parted just slightly. Clearly inhaling her scent. He does that sometimes – it’s cute. Not to mention flattering that he likes the smell of her on days like today when she’s drenched in sweat and not wearing anything to cover it up. But he can be self-conscious about it, so she doesn’t draw attention to it for fear that he’ll stop.
Turns out she has nothing to worry about – he’s feeling bold today. Before long, he’s nuzzled and kissed and sniffed his way down to the intersection of her breast and her armpit.
She lifts her arm and drapes it across the back of the couch, allowing him better access. “This what you wanted, sweet thing?”
He looks up at her with blown pupils before snuffling into her armpit.
Zevran just leans back to enjoy the show, resting his cheek against Isabela’s hand and flashing her a smile.
She returns the smile, using her thumb to massage behind Zevran’s ear, then returns her attention to Fenris, who has begun to purr as he nuzzles at her armpit. “Enjoying yourself?”
He makes a sound that’s halfway between a grunt and a moan, and oh she wants to encourage this so fucking badly because Fenris’ sex drive is finicky on the best of days. But the damn errands have left her with next to no energy, and she was really hoping for a nap.
Although…
She smirks. “Hey Buttons, I have a proposition for you. Come sit in my lap?” She pats her thighs.
He climbs obediently into her lap, straddling her hips and looking down at her with a slightly dazed expression. “Yes?”
Immediately she’s hit with a wave of arousal. In part because she can feel his erection pressing against her belly, barely concealed by his leggings, but mostly…
“Holy shit, you smell like me,” she murmurs, cupping his face with her free hand and pulling him down for an open-mouthed kiss.
Zevran laughs and snuggles closer, stealing Fenris’ spot on the couch now that he’s no longer occupying it. “Getting sidetracked already, are we?” he teases as Isabela’s arm wraps around him.
“I’m getting to it,” she mumbles against Fenris’ lips before kissing him again, breathing in the scent of herself on him.
Zevran just chuckles fondly and continues to watch.
After a few moments longer, Isabela pulls away and gives Fenris a mischievous smile. “I can’t help but notice you’re feeling a bit frisky, today. Unfortunately, errands have laid me flat on my ass and I was kind of hoping for a nap, buuut…”
Fenris tilts his head inquisitively.
Isabela’s smirk grows. “I was wondering if you wanted to try something new. What’re your thoughts on fucking me while I sleep?”
Anxiety flashes across Fenris’ face, which… is about what she expected.
“There’d be ground rules, of course,” she assures him. “So you’re not just guessing what is and isn’t okay. And Zevran would be right there to give us both a bit of extra peace of mind. Right, Squiggles?”
“Gladly!” Zevran confirms.
“So in actuality what I’m proposing is: I get to be sleepy and cozy and exert exactly zero effort while you have your fun,” she continues, “and then the three of us get to cuddle.”
“Well, when you put it that way, it’s hard to see a downside,” Fenris says with a chuckle. “Still, I… would like to hear these ground rules of yours before I agree to anything. I can’t help but worry that I might inadvertently hurt you.”
“Fair enough,” she replies, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “How’s this: you stick to familiar things that we’ve done before and don’t usually need a special check-in for. We’ve had enough sex that you should have a pretty good idea of what’s fair game, yeah?”
Fenris nods slowly, brow furrowed.
“And if there’s ever any doubt, I trust Zevran to help with judgment calls.”
“Happy to help!” Zevran chimes in, doing his best to bow with a flourish despite the limited space he has to work with.
Fenris nods again, but he still looks a bit dubious, so Isabela cups his jaw in her hand and looks him in the eye.
“Listen. Buttons. I wouldn’t be proposing this if I didn’t trust you two, and I wouldn’t be proposing it if I didn’t think it sounded fun. I cannot even begin to tell you how many times I’ve fantasized about this. I’m not offering this as a consolation prize because I’m too sleepy to let you fuck me properly. This is me inviting you – both of you,” she ruffles Zevran’s hair, letting him know he’s not an afterthought, “into a fantasy I’ve had for a very long time. One which leaves me really fucking vulnerable, yes. But, well… that’s kind of the point.”
She watches understanding dawn on his face as she explains. Worry melts away, replaced by reverence with an edge of hunger.
“Any questions?” she asks, unsuccessfully stifling a yawn.
Fenris shakes his head. “No. No questions.”
She then turns to Zevran with a soft smile and another yawn. “How about you, Squiggles. Questions? Concerns?”
“I am enthusiastically on board with this delightful plan,” he says, leaning in to press a kiss to her shoulder, then reaching a hand behind Fenris to rub at his lower back. “Although I would like to state for the record that I’d prefer to observe and cuddle, today. And… perhaps tease our dear Fenris a bit,” he chuckles, “but nothing sexual directed my way this time, if that’s alright.”
“Of course that’s alright,” Isabela coos, tightening her one-armed hug around him. “I was kind of getting that impression, but I didn’t want to assume.”
“Your comfort is just as essential as ours,” Fenris assures, brushing his knuckles down Zevran’s cheek.
Zevran responds by melting against Isabela’s side and nuzzling his cheek into her shoulder.
“Hey now!” Isabela shoos him off, giggling. “How am I supposed to go lay down if you’re over here using me as a pillow, huh?”
“Well, Fenris is using you as a chair!” he counters, trying to pout dramatically but bursting into giggles of his own almost immediately.
Fenris calmly stands and crosses his arms with a smirk. “Not anymore.”
“Thank you! See, at least someone here has manners,” she declares. “Although… something tells me you may have ulterior motives.” She reaches out and traces her fingers up his inner thigh until they rest tantalizingly close to the rather noticeable bulge in his leggings. Not quite touching, but still close enough that she can feel his cock twitch in response to her teasing.
He chuckles. “Perhaps.”
She grins and withdraws her hand, then hefts herself up from the couch. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to get a nap. Come join me in, say… 15 minutes? That should be enough of time for me to get to sleep.” And with that, she disappears off to the bedroom with a wink.