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Beau knows she has a naturally analytical mind, a skill that has been further honed through years of work with the Cobalt soul. Her job is to find patterns, to pick through evidence and come to conclusions that are true, even if they are inconvenient or complicated or uncomfortable.
And though she has tried to dismiss the thought, the evidence is stacking up.
Jester is up to something.
___
It’s been nearly 9 months since they defeated Cognouza, and the Nein are reunited and back at Rumblecusp.
“Bo-wuhh… I’m all burned” Jester started, and as Beau glanced over she beheld the tiefling turning this way and that to see the purple flush amongst the diamond glitter of her tattoo, sun kissed after a long day in the surf around the island. The way she poses highlights the curve of both her biceps and her ample bust quite attractively, which Beau is definitely Not Noticing.
Beau’s breath stuttered as Jester glanced toward Beau through her lashes, catching her gaze with almost a coy tilt to her lips
“Do you still think my sunburn looks kind of cute?”
Beau freezes for a moment, heart rocketing back months and beating double time in her chest briefly before she realised it was a genuine question. She hazarded an awkward chuckle.
“I mean. Of course Jester. You know you’re always cute”
Jester’s coy smile blossomed into a true one, eyes crinkling as she leaned over the Beaurebar to gently prod her cheeks.
“You’ve got a bit of a burn too Beau - your cheeks are all flushed!” and before she can respond Beau feels the tingly, sherbert feeling of Jester's magic fizz across her skin, thumb lingering on her cheekbone for just a moment longer than the spell should take before Jester taps her on the nose and leans back with a satisfied smirk.
“There! Now you’re perfect again” she declares, head back and looking down at Beau through slightly lidded eyes, one fang poking out over her lips as she smiles.
Feeling strangely off kilter, Beau agreed distractedly and excused herself from Jesters proximity with the excuse of getting back to mixing Jester’s coconutty-fruity-candy-filled mocktail monstrosity, lifting the shaker high to cover that if Jester looked closely she would find the flush of her cheeks remains.
***
As the months after their reunited adventure to banish Uk’atoa stretch out into stretches of archivist work interspersed with delightful reunions, life settles back into mostly normal and they start to build their own plans, some together and some apart.
For Harvest’s Close the Nein meet in Hupperdook and Jester heartily embraces young Kiri, so much bigger after another year of solid food and shelter and love, and teaches her a variety of new and cheeky phrases fit for a junior pirate. They drink and gamble and dance and Jester spins her around so many times that even with her immunity to poison she starts to feel dizzy and off-kilter, so that when Jester stills them and brings her arms around Beau’s neck and they stand there simply swaying Beau has the wisp of a thought that maybe Jester could be going to lean in for something other than to whisper an observation of the crowd into her ear.
The moment hangs in the air, eye contact and shared breath stretching like taffy until the song changes to a group dance and Jester is twirling away with a shout of laughter, running to grab Caleb and Caduceus from their conversation and drag them into the fold, instructing Caduceus on how to maneuver his extra long limbs into all the wrong steps.
***
“Hey Beau!” Jester exclaimed, “Watch this! Look how strong I’ve gotten!” Jester called down, flipping herself to hold herself up with one arm tangled in rigging and twirling as though an acrobat performer, muscles pulled taught beneath faintly glistening blue skin and a frankly breathtaking display of freckled, paler cleavage filling Beau’s field of view. “Kingsley taught me this, something he thinks he remembers from the circus!”
“Holy shit Jes… Thats awesome!” Beau replied, perhaps a little more strained then intended and trying to keep her focus on Jester’s face, which was glowing with both pride and perhaps… A little mischief?
“Bet I can beat you to the crows nest!” Jester called down in challenge, which obviously Beau couldn’t let slide, immediately jumping into the rigging herself to swing herself past Jester with a burst of ki-enhanced speed and near superhuman grace.
Never one to let go of a competition though, Jester began to rapidly haul herself up with a truly impressive strength.
Beau beat her to the crows nest, but found herself rapidly tackled by an armful of curvy blue muscles as Jester launches herself over the sides in a last ditch effort to win.
Half pinned beneath soft blue thighs, Beau finds herself gazing up a touch dazedly as Jester pants lightly and tosses her curls, laughing delightedly “well… I guess you’re still faster even though I am super strong huh”.
Beau laughs, extracting herself from Jester’s tangle of limbs and flopping down in the crows nest, Jester immediately plopping down next to her and stretching a hand out until they are laying, sides pressed together and hands clasped to watch the clouds.
***
Wild's Grandeur they all meet at the Arbor Exemplar and camp, certain drowish members of their group exclaiming primly of the inconvenience of the insects and the sparse brutality of the Barbed Fields, though there is a certain shyness between the barbs that reveal how he remains touched from the invitation, still expecting to be excluded even after years of being part of the Nein.
As they sit around a crackling fire together the group learns that Fjord is taking over the orphanage he grew up in. They eschew the tower for the old intimacy of the dome, set to clear so the night sky can be observed.
Later that night, Beau had lay with her head cushioned on Yasha’s breast and they quietly, sweetly start to seriously discuss what it might be like to bring a child into their little Rexxentrum home. They decided not yet, still too many open ends, Beau still away too much. But maybe some day soon…
They kiss softly, chastely for them, though less restrained displays of affection are nothing the Nein hasn’t seen before (much to Caleb’s eternal chagrin). When Yasha rolls to go to sleep, Beau’s slender body tucked around her larger form, in her last hazy moments before sleep she just catches Jester watching them, her smile soft and her gaze warm from where she rests against Fjord.
***
Another year, and the Nein have met at the Blooming Grove in the heat of Summer, escaping summer sea storms, and the heat of Nicodranus, and the stuffiness of Rexxentrum for the cool stillness.
Beau is distracted from conversing with Caleb as they lay in the dappled shade to favor watching Jester and Yasha. The two women sit close, heads bent together as they talk quietly, conspiratorially, made more intimate by their bare legs and the lap of their toes dipping into the still water of the lotus pond, the mottled light giving their blue and alabaster skin respectively an almost fey-like cast. Jester leans into Yasha’s space and whispers into her ear as they both turn their gaze to find Beau watching, and something in it makes her feel pinned and vulnerable and overheated.
Beau blusters, finds herself needing to move, static building in her limbs. She’s up and moving and on Yasha before she thinks about why, sliding into her solid lap and closing their space, easily slipping into the bubble the two of them make.
She chooses not to look at Jester, not to feel the weight of her gaze, as she feels the tiefling retract from the pool next to them, drifting away with a light touch to Yasha’s shoulder and a comment to have fun, softer than her usual bawdry tone for such things.
***
It’s Fjord and Jester’s engagement party, quickly thrown together to celebrate the future after their Nein’s latest world-saving escapades on the Moon of Ill Omen.
The larger party has settled, Marion having retreated to her chambers to let the ‘youngsters’ continue. This winding down left just the Nein and their partners, piled comfortably on settees and couches in one of the larger rooms of the Lavish Chateau, cups well filled and enjoyed over the evening. A round of toasts begins, congratulating the happy couple and sharing memories of adventure.
It’s when during Veth’s toast, which has mostly been dedicated to roasting Fjord, the halfling rasps “and you just should count yourself lucky that you were the one to admit you loved her first and locked that down, ‘cause trust me, the competition was stiff!”, tipping her glass back with a laugh before she notices the sticky silence that has fallen over several members of the room at a joke poorly landed.
Jester has sat forward, eyes sparkling and tail lashing, her sense of mischief as sharp as a shark who has scented blood.
“Oh. My. Gosh. You guys… So one of you was secretly in love with me??”
Veth sputters, trying to cover, and of course in her terrible lying her gaze flicked rapidly over to Beau, then doubled down with talking about how she meant generally Jester was just so loveable, surely she had admirers everywhere they went!
Beau willed herself to relax, to unclench her muscles and act casual, well aware of Jester’s uncanny perceptiveness in moments like these, and hoped that Caleb’s awkward cough on the other side of the room, and Essek’s answering amused smirk, would draw the tieflings attention first.
Beau then emphatically swore internally when the heat of the Jester’s gaze landed on her like a predator, clocking her faux-relaxed pose and deliberately paced breath.
Jester approached, bouncing over until she’s leaning in, crowding into Beau’s space with hands on her knees and looking up through her eyelashes, the silver makeup around her deep violet eyes glittering almost fey-like. Beau glanced away, finding herself confronted instead with what felt like miles of distractingly freckled blue cleavage spilling from her fancy sparkly dress. She decided to focus her vision somewhere around Jester’s left ear instead.
“Bowuh. Beau-regard. Have you been keeping secrets from me?” Jester asked, sweetly, drawing out her syllables in the taffy-like way she did when she was trying to be extra charming.
A sense memory of the shitty liquor of the Evening Nip on her tongue. She laughs, awkwardly and too loud, looking back and Yasha and then away, making aborted attempts at words as the moment stretches out too long.
She thanks the Wildmother, The Knowing Mistress and whoever else the fuck is listening for Fjord, who interrupts Jester by bodily whisking her back just as she grins mischievously and steeples her fingers together to cast the incantation for ‘Lavorre’s Zone of Truth or Dare’. Fjord distracts her with a passionate, showy kiss and romantic statement; one that Beau fails to parse due to the overwhelming rush of blood in her ears and the need to get out of there immediately.
___
She’d escaped to the roof as Jester was distracted, taking a bottle of Lionett’s finest with her for comfort.
As Beau sat, and breathed, and took in the view of the flickering lights in the windows and streets of Nicodranus, the light of the Mothers lighthouse reflecting off the water, she began to lay out her evidence.
Jester flirts with everyone, touches easily, compliments people like breathing and delights in flustering people. Had the flirtations she had leveled towards Beau over the years been any different? Was she just having fun? Reveling in the delight of being wanted, something Beau knows is still an insecurity of hers underneath her brash and confident exterior.
Did she even notice how much it got to Beau? Beau reasoned that Jester’s an exceedingly insightful woman, so she must.
Perhaps more importantly, why does her flirting still get under Beau’s skin after all these years?
Beau pondered for a moment, sipping thoughtlessly from her wine bottle, the familiar taste a comfort despite the lack of liquid courage to be found.
Surely almost a decade of proximity should have made her immune, not to mention being in a happy relationship.
It wasn’t because Jester was beautiful, though she of course was. Beau could happily interact with a beautiful woman, for business when gathering information or pleasure, for the way it riled Yasha up.
But in those moments Beau was smooth, she was the one putting on moves and teasing, and it was all for fun, never felt too serious. She never became flustered speaking to women in the way she did when Jester would flirt with her.
The only conclusion is simply because it’s Jester.
And because when it’s Jester’s attention, somewhere underneath the fluster, it hurts; a blooming ache like a thumb slowly pressed into a deeply knotted muscle, or a partly-healed bruise.
Beau had worked hard on her self-awareness over the years. It was there deeply frustrating to need to confront that she had been carefully avoiding a compartment of her subconscious for nearly a decade.
Years of little moments, innocuous on their own. Enough time between meetings to almost forget, with only smatterings of conversation across Sendings between, 25 words at a time.
Enough of a pattern to start to put it together when examined.
___
It was as she was steeling herself to begin to untangle that last set of thoughts she heard soft movement behind her, before the shuffling of a larger body joined her in her rooftop hideaway.
“Hey baby, you’ve been gone a while” Yasha said, her low and gentle voice calm but inquiring.
She had brought a blanket with her, and when Beau simply made a humming acknowledging noise to her presence, spread it out beneath her and guided Beau onto it gently, encouraging her to lean back against the larger woman’s frame, reaching for the wine bottle to take a slow, considered pull.
“You have your problem solving expression on. Would you like to ah, lay it out to me? Let me be your sounding board?” Yasha asked, after a while of the two sitting in quiet together.
“Nah babe, I don’t think I can put things into words yet. But thanks for coming to find me. Missed you.” Beau replied, resting her head back against Yasha’s shoulder.
“Okay, okay. Do you want me to stay?” and when Beau nodded, calmly “Okay. It is a very lovely spot you have found here. Very peaceful.”
The peace was immediately broken by Jester’s voice, Sending into Beau’s mind
“Are you coming back to the par-ty? Where did you guys go anyway? Are you and Yasha making out ?” Beau could practically hear the eyebrows wiggling, but then a pause. “You’re not upset with me, right?”
“Hey Jes. On the roof, getting some air with Yasha. It’s beautiful up here, think we’ll stay up here for now. Enjoy your party”. Beau replied, evenly, counting her words and realising she didn’t have enough to finish. Probably just as well, as she didn’t have an honest answer on if she was upset, didn't really know what she was feeling right now.
“Jester’s looking for us,” Beau said to Yasha in explanation, who simply nodded and smiled fondly, but with a slight crease of concern on her brow.
“Should we go back then?”
“No, I think I’d rather stay up here with you. Enjoy the view” Beau replied, head tipped back to look into Yasha’s mismatched eyes and then leaning in for a kiss, soft and sweet and wine tinted.
Yasha’s arms came around Beau, turning her more fully into the kiss, which remained unhurried, gentle, though increasingly deep and lingering with each pass. Beau maneuvered herself, finding a more comfortable angle by climbing into Yasha’s lap, which was how Jester then found them as she popped out through the roof access.
___
Jester’s customary cheeky laugh and the tinkling of her horn jewelry pulled them from their kiss, Yasha greeting her first while Beau rested her forehead against Yasha’s for a moment to gather herself before turning on a smile for Jester.
“Oh no need to stop on my account you guys” Jester said, eyebrows wiggling just as Beau had imagined during her Sending, before her face settled into something more serious, a little worried at the forced nature of Beau’s smile. Shit. Again, uncannily perceptive just when you didn't want it.
“Sorry, it’s just… You didn’t say. If you were upset with me. And you sounded kind of weird and I just wanted to make sure I didn’t make you mad ” Jester said, voice lilting down, all wide eyed sincerity as she emerged more fully onto the roof, coming to kneel on their shared blanket.
Beau sat back, mostly out of Yasha’s lap, forcing herself to make eye contact with Jester while she contemplated.
She didn’t know enough about what she was feeling to make Jester feel bad about it; she didn’t want to talk about this right now anyway.
And mostly, she didn’t want to be responsible for ruining Fjord and Jester’s party.
Beau reached out, bundled Jester into a hug.
“I’m not upset, just got a bit emotional down there for me. Still working on having big-girl feelings. And then my hot wife came up to find me so I got distracted. Let's go back downstairs to join the others.”
She pulled back, a more convincing expression on her face, which Jester seemed more satisfied with. The slight wobble to her bottom lip had settled at least as she pulled Beau and Yasha back inside and back to the room with the assembled Nein.
Veth owed her a fucking drink. Hopefully her alchemist husband has come up with something that can actually get Beau properly drunk.
___
Later, as they are getting ready for bed, Yasha reaches over and cups Beau’s face in her large, scarred hand, dropping a fond kiss on the crown of her head.
“Did you finish connecting your dots?”
Beau startled, then sighed, letting her head rest into Yasha’s hands.
“Yeah babe, I did.”
Compartment unpacked, each precious wool-wrapped memory gently unpacked and examined, Beau was left with several uncomfortable, but undeniable truths.
As they settled in for sleep, Beau mapped them on the pin-board of her mind.
One; despite what she had told Veth and herself, she had more than a crush on Jester all those years ago. She had been sweetly, helplessly in love with Jester Lavorre.
Two; when Yasha returned and her and Beau grew closer, through the start of their romance, Beau had simply taken those feelings for Jester and carefully put them aside, easier to ignore than process.
Three; this had not made the feelings actually go away. Beau loves her wife, loves the life they have built together, would not sacrifice it for anything; she also could not deny that part of her still desires Jester in a way that could not truly be described as friendship.
And perhaps most concerning, four. Despite Beau only coming to this realization over the last few hours, there is evidence to suggest Jester already knows.
Well, shit.
___
Beau woke up determined to be normal about it. She had some things to discuss with Yasha, but she was an expositor of the Cobalt Soul. She could keep her cool, make a plan, execute it when she had all the pieces in place.
That plan did not survive contact with Jester Lavorre.
They’d eaten a delicious brunch, full of Jester’s favourite pastries as well as more sensible breakfast fare, lounging with the kind of warm comfortable morning conversation that years of the same companions allows.
Beau was playing it cool, enjoying her lack of hangover compared to the rumpled appearance of Fjord across the table as he tried to focus on what Caduceus was saying to him, failing because Caduceus was clearly making it intentionally tangential and rambling to confuse Fjord in his compromised state.
Beau laughed, catching Jester’s eye across as the tiefling egged Caduceus into another conversational turn and then looking away to speak with Caleb, which made Jester’s face shift into something more calculating.
As the Nein began to split to start their separate mornings, Jester quickly caught Beau and pulled her aside, linking their arms at the elbow and asking Beau to come with her.
She was sweetly but bodily dragged to a small private sitting room, where Jester closed the door behind them and turned to Beau with a searching look.
“Beau, are we really okay? I didn’t want you guys to go back to Rexxentrum without getting to talk properly.” she started, leaning back against the door with her head tilted to the side, sweetly enquiring in her typical fashion.
Beau sighed. So much for getting to think things through. She did take a moment to chew on her cheek, trying to find the right words.
“You kind of put me on the spot there last night Jester, it was pretty weird to try and embarrass me in front of all our friends like that” Beau stated, putting effort into keeping her voice light.
“Oh no Beau! I wasn’t trying to embarrass you I swear. I just got a little caught up in the party!” Jester declared.
“And … Well to be honest I just wanted to see what you would say if I finally just… Asked you directly. Just you” Jester stated, exuberance dropping through the sentence to a slightly embarrassed tone.
“Why? Was it really that exciting to find out I used to have a little crush?” Beau replied, choosing her words carefully.
Instead of replying, Jester started to pace. Beau leaned back against the wall, tried to relax her tense shoulders, recognising by the tiefling’s posture that she was likely in for a Jester Story and would need to ride it out.
“You know Beau. You always were my best friend in the Nein, we spent so much time together, we were roommates, and bunk mates, and the Chaos Crew. We had adventures and and it was everything I had ever wanted! A real life with a real best friend!” Jester blurted rapidly, voice pitchy and words rushing out. Her tail was lashing behind her as she spoke.
“And then we got Yasha back, and oh my gosh we were all so happy, it was amazing, I love Yasha!” She turned to face Beau, hand pressed to her heart, eyes all sincerity.
“But ah. Then you and Yasha started getting closer … And when we met your dad and he was such an asshole and I just wanted to hurt him and protect you, but Yasha did it first. And then everything happened with Essek and the Traveller and Rumblecusp then Yasha told me she had feelings for you and so I helped! We wrote you a poem! And you were so happy and of course I was happy for you both!”
Jester's voice became small, her gaze averted from Beau’s, not in the artifice of meekness she often affected when trying to be winsome but seemingly genuinely vulnerable. Beau gave her the time, despite desperately wanting to question where the fuck this was going.
“And then it was just like all of a sudden. We weren’t roommates any more, cause of course you were sleeping with Yasha. And then it kind of felt like we weren’t even best friends anymore Beau, cause whenever we could have been together you were just. Gone.”
“Hey, what? We were still best friends, we were just busy! You and Fjord got together then too!” Beau tried to interject, arrested when Jester’s watery violet eyes locked with hers.
“Sure! But I still wanted to be with you! I didn’t know what I was doing at all Beau and I needed your help! And as much as I was being swept away by Fjord, I wanted just as much to have you there too… And when everything was done with Cognouza and Kingsley you and Yasha went away and I missed my friend”
Beau made a frustrated noise, hand coming up to rub her temple to try and relieve the tension building there from the clenching in her jaw.
“Jes, you and Fjord literally sailed away into the sunset. We spoke all the time, we visited in Nicodranus, we’ve met up all over the continent.”
Jester blustered, hands coming up and bracelets jingling as she spoke
“Sure, we saw each other sometimes . But you and Caleb were working together, and you and Yasha were living together, and I asked you to be our first mate and you said ‘ No, I can’t, I have things I need to do’,” the last spoken in an affected gravel tone, like Beau was some kind of action hero,
“And after you left I didn't see you for almost a year Beau! And when we were at Rumblecusp and you and Yasha were just wrapped up together and I just.”
Jester looked away, jaw working and long fingers moving, twisting her rings while she chewed on her words.
“Well, I just wanted you to pay attention to me!”
Jester declared, shoulders up and hands out and looking impassioned and then, a little bit ashamed.
Beau was so confused.
“What do you mean Jes?”
“Before Fjord and Yasha and everything, we were always together. And you’d look at me like I was important, or precious or something, like you wanted me around more than anyone else. Like you wanted, well, me” Jester replied, eyes cast low.
Beau kept silent, jaw set; having the overwhelming feeling of being dragged into a riptide that often came with conversations with Jester.
“And sometimes if I joked with you you’d get a little flustered, and you’d get all flushed and a little intense and well, I liked the way that you looked at me. So I started doing it again, you know, just to see if it would still happen?”
“And it took a few tries but I realised if I did it right, it still worked. You’d look at me like you used to, only me, for a little while.”
“So… You started flirting with me, on purpose, because you wanted me to pay attention to you?” Beau managed to grit out through her cottony mouth
“Well… Yeah?” Jester replied, head tipping to the side as she bit her lip.
“It made me feel good, all warm and syrupy inside. And I liked the way you looked when you blushed, or when you’d smile all dopey when I did something cute. And it made it feel like old times, like when it was just us! And honestly it took me a bit to figure out that wasn't a normal like. Best friend feeling?”
“So then I had to talk to my momma, and she told me it’s okay to have different feelings for different people, and that love can be like a kaleidoscope, and things can shift and change over time but it’s all love, you know? And that sometimes people would be in love at different times, and we can’t always have every ending we wanted, sometimes you have to choose” Jester said wistfully, tone softening, still fidgeting restlessly with her jewelry. .
“So it seemed like we’d just… missed our timing you know? You and Yasha were talking about having babies and Fjord and I were happy, and when I talked to Yasha she was just so devoted to you and you to her. So I waited for my feelings to change, to go back to friendship, but they kind of just. Never did?”
Beau looked at Jester helplessly through it all, trying to figure out where to even begin.
The mental timeline Beau had been crunching last night pinged memories - the Arbour, six years ago. The Grove, five summers previous.
Every moment where Beau would catch Jester looking at her when she thought Beau was distracted; and in her cool violet gaze Beau saw something assessing.
How sometimes when Jester hugs Beau she will squeeze just a little tighter than Beau thinks she meant to, her soft curves pressed against Beau’s wiry frame like they want to meld; or how sometimes she will bury her face into Beau’s shoulder at such an angle that Beau can feel her soft, cool lips pressing against her collar bone.
Data points. Evidence.
“Jes, what do you mean? Why are you telling me all this now? What are you actually telling me?” Beau, just managing to keep the edge of panic out of her tone.
“Well Beau, it’s just that I’ve wanted you for like. Seven years? And it’s been fine, I knew nothing would ever happen, you and Yasha are sooOoo in love.” Jester said, and then frowned.
“And then you tried to pick a random woman and her dead girlfriend right in front of me .” Jester said tartly, her tail giving an irritated little thump against her leg.
Beau felt like when she’d been punched in the temple, bell rung. She feels like her brain has left her, unable to process the information given, holds onto only the last piece as the easiest to handle.
“Jester. Are you telling me you were jealous of Imogen?”
“Well yeah, Beau!” Jester gritted out, like it was obvious, like any of this made any fucking sense.
“All of these years of holding back because you and Yasha were monogamous and then I find out you aren't? And that apparently you two have been taking women home for years so maybe none of it was special and just for me at all!” Jester declares, looking a little hysterical herself, tears threatening the edges of her eyes.
And at the sight of her tears, like it always has, Beau’s anger melts and she just wants to comfort Jester.
She moves in, hands finding Jesters arms, cupping her biceps where her arms have come protectively across her body.
“Hey, Jes, no, of course you’re special. You’ve always been special to me” Beau says lowly, stooping until she catches Jester’s gaze.
The pair stay like that, the tension of the moment stretching like a soap bubble, unsure when it would pop.
Jester spoke first; softly, almost plaintively, but with no tease in her tone at all, her uncharacteristically gentle volume meant just for two.
“Do you love me Beau?”
The rip-tide complete, Beau knew she was pulled far out from shore, unmoored and ready to sink.
She paused, took a deep breath.
Gave up trying to drag herself out from the water
“Yeah Jes. Of course I do.”
“But do you like. Love me, love me? Do you want me?”
The small, hopeful, cautious smile that Jester gave her broke her heart. It was a face that begged to be kissed.
But Beau couldn’t. Not like this.
She closed her eyes, rested her forehead against Jester’s for a second, then stepped back.
“I need to talk to Yasha, Jes. And I think you need to talk to Fjord”
“Oh?” Jester starts, head tilted.
“Oh yeah, well I mean I already did. He was like Oh of course my love, your heart is so big I don’t doubt it has room for many. I know there are many that would welcome your love, and I think Beau is certainly one of them; I think you’ll find if you’re both just honest with each other things will work out, and if they do please tell me absolutely no intimate details’” Jester stated, dropping into her usual slightly over the top impression of Fjord’s tones but speaking with obvious sincerity.
An uncontrolled bubble of laughter escaped Beau’s lips at the thought of the somewhat prudish Fjord rushing through that last sentence, and found that the warm part of her heart where her companionable love for Fjord sat felt the sentiment ring true.
“Okay well shit. You’re really ahead of me then.” Beau said, as her face fell more serious as she considered her own relationship.
Jester bit her lip, wheels turning and considering.
“Okay well, do you want me to come with you? We could talk to Yasha together?”
Beau considered, initially reflexively against the idea and then warming to it slightly.
Jester had always been a better talker than her. It would be easier to just have all cards on the table at once, easier not to have anything lost in translation if they were all there together.
And Yasha adores Jester.
“Okay, yeah. That could be good. I think let me go first, and then when I’m ready I’ll get you to come?”
Jester lit up, bouncing on the balls of her feet which set her jewelry tinkling.
“Okay okay, let’s go then!!”
And with that Beau found herself being dragged from the sitting room to find her wife, Jester’s softly cushioned strength still sometimes taking Beau by surprise after all these years.
She paused at the verge of bursting through the door to Beau and Yasha’s room, then remembered that Beau had asked to go first, and halted herself, tail swishing impatiently.
Beau grinned at her, giddy with nerves and joy and fear; gave Jester’s hand a squeeze, and slipped into the room, softly closing the door behind her.
___
Yasha was waiting for her, seated in the window seat looking out over the street, the seashore visible in the distance. Over the years she had taken up embroidery, and it never ceased to tickle Beau to see the beautiful bulk of her wife bent over a needlework project.
She approached Yasha, dropping a kiss on her hair, and squeezed in to the seat next to her.
The two sat quietly for a moment, Yasha enjoying the morning breeze, Beau paralysed with uncertainty, until Yasha turned to her, eyes crinkled fondly.
“So what did Jester kidnap you for this morning?”
Beau laughed awkwardly, swallowing past the stickiness of her tongue, and took Yasha’s hand.
“You know I’m madly in love with you right, babe?” Beau started, cautiously.
Yasha nodded, head tilted to the side, a curious twist to her mouth, placing her embroidery aside. Beau forced herself to keep eye contact, wanting so desperately for the right words to come out for once.
“Nothing will ever change that, and I’m so happy with the life we’ve built, are still building.”
“But you know… Before we ever got together, when we were first adventuring with the Nein, I had always admired you. But I uh… Also had a thing for Jester”
Yasha’s eyebrow raised, posture still openly curious.
“Ah, so you were the other person in love with Jester before Fjord that Veth was speaking about?”
“Well I mean, I wouldn’t say ‘the one’, I think Caleb was also down pretty bad, but uh. Yeah. I had told Veth about my uh, crush on Jester back then.”
“Understandable. Jester is very cute. I am mostly surprised that Veth managed to keep a secret for this many years.” Yasha nodded, an amused smile on her lips.
Beau smiled briefly back, then forced herself to continue.
“But when we got you back and we started getting closer, I was pretty head over heels for you. And Jes and Fjord started doing their thing, and so it wasn’t really an issue right?”
Beau had to move, felt herself getting up from the windowsill to pace without any actual input from her brain in the matter.
“Like, I always thought it was a silly little crush, obviously Jester’s gorgeous and we were together all the time, but it didn’t really mean anything? And even if it did, I never acted on it and she never knew. And then it went away when we got together, and we went back to just being friends.”
Again, Yasha nodded, a little puzzled crease on her brow; she held herself calmly, clearly trying to give Beau the space to speak but not sure where it was going.
“But it turns out it uh. Didn’t go away. And that Jester kind of feels the same?”
Yasha let out a soft little “Oh”, the quiet sound enough to freeze Beau in her pacing and turn to her wife, terrified.
But Yasha didn’t look angry, or hurt.
She looked more… Contemplative.
“I see. That makes some of my conversations with her make a lot more sense”.
At which they both heard the unmistakable sound of a nervous giggle being stifled directly outside the door, and Beau finds herself reminded that privacy has never been a high priority for Jester.
She looks to Yasha, who gestures to the door to let her in, so Beau obliges, feeling a little in a haze.
___
Jester is posed at the door, the picture of innocence, when it swings open, expression affected into a calm demeanor.
The three women all pause a moment, unsure who will speak first, before the silence is bravely broken first by Yasha, who quietly invites Jester in and pats the seat next to her.
Jester obliges, dropping into the chair, the fluffy layers of her skirt covering both of their legs as she turns to grasp Yasha’s hands.
“Hey Yasha?” She asks quietly, looking up to the taller woman. Yasha meets her gaze quietly, expression unreadable.
“She loves you so much you know. And I love you so much too. I would never want to do anything to make you both unhappy.” Jester starts, voice small.
Yasha nods, considering, and raises her eyes to Beau, who has remained across the room with a frantic heartbeat and the tension of flight in her muscles.
“But I just… Want to be happy with her too?” Jester finishes, soft and yearning.
Deep breaths Beau. Calm body, calm mind.
“So are you in love with each other?” Yasha asks, voice unreadably calm in the way she could get
Beau nodded silently, while Jester whispered “Yeah”
Yasha paused.
Smiled softly.
“Well, I think that is very sweet.”
Jester sits up, smiling beatifically as she clasps Yasha’s hands.
Beau remains stock still, disbelieving.
“Really? You don’t mind that I’m in love with Beau?” Jester asks happily, wiggling their hands in her excitement.
“Jester, you are possibly the most lovable person in the world. And of anyone I know how incredible Beauregard is. How could I mind that two of my most loved people can see that in each other too?” Yasha quietly responded, glancing between them both.
“I am glad you have come to tell me. I trust we will work out what it will mean for us in time, but I do not think it changes much. There has always been so much love in the Nein.”
Beau is across the room before she registers, hands on Yasha’s face as she pulls her into a sweet, grateful kiss; she finds her hands trembling against Yasha’s jaw, who pulls one from Jester’s grasp to press against Beau’s hand and lays a kiss to her palm.
Jester is all movement in her periphery, squirming as she tries not to interrupt their moment but bursting with poorly restrained excitement and nerves.
Beau finds herself pulled into Yasha’s lap by Jester, the frills of Jester’s skirts now covering the three of them, as she tries to calm the rabbit-beat of her heart and allow herself to hope that this could turn out okay.
___
“Okay well. How exactly is this going to work?” Beau asked, a little dizzy from the unexpected path the last day had taken.
“Maybe we should talk to Caleb? He has uh. The most experience in these kinds of things” Yasha suggested, which Beau very maturely gagged at.
“Absolutely not, I do not want to hear any more about his sad wizard threesomes”.
Jester perked up, looking between them both.
“Oh, do you want to have a threesome Yasha? You’re very beautiful, and I’m sure you’re great at sex. I mean, I’ve thought about all the ways this could happen like, a lot, and I’d be happy to have you there too!” Jester asked, the enthusiasm in her tone and intensity in her eyes making Beau immediately wonder just how much is “a lot”, before putting the thought aside lest she lose her cool entirely.
“Would you want to join us babe?” Beau asked, a prickle of heat at her collar at the mental image that immediately provided her.
“No, I do not think so.” Yasha shook her head, then paused.
“Or more… I do not think I want to be uh. ‘Involved’. But I do think I would enjoy being present. To watch?” Yasha replied, a faint dusting of pink on her pale cheeks, her own quiet intensity evident in her dual-coloured gaze.
Jester smiled at that, nodding and evidently pleased in the wiggle of her tail. “Oh like you can watch us get it on, and then we can all cuddle?”, she asked, looking delighted when Yasha nodded back, a smaller, shyer smile on her lips.
Beau swallowed thickly as both of the other women’s attention focussed on her.
“Okay, yeah. Yeah, I would really like that too”.
“Great! Do you want to use your room or mine then?” Jester clapped her hands together enthusiastically.
“Wait, whoa, right now?” Beau replied, “Shouldn’t you like. Check in with Fjord and stuff?”
“Oh yeah of course, you’re right!” Jester replied brightly, not moving at all but beginning to cast, hands up and fingers ready to count.
“Fjord, my love. Beau says she loves me too! So we’re going to have sex!-”
Beau’s head was in her hands, Yasha rubbing her back sympathetically -
”Buuuuut she wanted me to check with you. We good?”
The last word checked off her fingers with a triumphant nod, Jester cocked her head to the side as she listened to Fjord’s reply, then grinned delightedly.
“He said congratulations, and of course he’s okay with it, he truuusts us, and that he doesn't want to hear any details” Jester beamed. “Man, he’s such a great guy!”
Beau took a second to process being given the blessing of the man she considered one of her best friends, her brother by choice, to have sex with his fiancee.
And then mentally shrugged - yeah, the Nein are a bunch of weirdos with weird interpersonal boundaries. That about checked out.
She looked to Yasha, leaned into her for strength and received a sweet kiss to the temple as reassurance.
“I am happy when you are happy my love. I’ll be right here if you need me” Yasha murmured lowly to Beau, then gave her the slightest push towards Jester.
“Right. Well. I guess there's no time like the present then?”
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She sinks back into the warmth of Yasha’s body bracketing her, effortlessly moving her legs aside to make room for Jester’s cooler form, the soft bulk of her form as she leaned in and over Beau. Still all clothed in their soft, comfortable breakfast outfits, though as Jester’s casual wear still consists of at least two petticoats she couldn’t say the same for her.
This close, Beau could see the crows feet creases at the corners of Jester’s eyes, crinkled deeply when she smiled. Her hair was worn long these days, her horns were further curled and more adorned, more freckles than she had when they first met after years in the sun on the sea.
The details of a life lived, more apart than together.
There was a pang in Beau’s heart, a sense of time lost. How different things could have been if either of them had been braver earlier. The confidence Jester approaches her body with isn’t how she had imagined them together all those years ago, when she guiltily fantasised about taking the sweet and inexperienced Jester’s hand and leading her, learning together because Jester didn’t know what her body liked, how they would move together.
Now, Jester moved with confidence, assurance in her ability to seduce. She knew how to manouvre herself for a kiss without her horns causing issue, how to use her tail to caress Beau’s ankle as she moved in.
And then their eyes met, and in Jester’s Beau saw such exuberant joy, disbelief, and hope, and love, and for all her confident moves, hesitancy. And in the end it was still Beau who leaned in first to brush their lips together, reaching up to take Jester’s chin and finally learning what her cool blue lips felt like against her own.
It felt exactly as right as she had always imagined.
After their first sweet meeting of lips, almost chaste, Beau pulled back to meet Jester's eye, seeing the hesitancy fading, and her pupils dilating, cat-like.
Beau felt the same prickle at the back of her neck that let her catch arrows activate about a millisecond before Jester was on her.
Jester kissed like a maelstrom. Beau was being crowded back into Yasha immediately, finding herself with a lap full of Jester as she nipped and licked into her mouth, Jester’s long cool fingers resting against Beau’s bare stomach and raising goosebumps where they touched. The jewelry Jester had looped and draped across her horns tinkled together as her head moved with each kiss.
She heard Yasha quiet inhale behind her, felt the gentle flex of the barbarians thighs that held her, and when Beau let out a hot little groan at Jester’s fang catching her lip there was an answering one from Yasha.
Beau couldn't figure out where to touch first, tangled in what felt like miles of long blue curls and the frilly bloomers that Jester favoured underneath her many skirts and petticoats. She wanted so badly to feel Jester's curves beneath her hands, even softer and more voluminous these days than when they first met, and what she suspectful would be an incredible contrast to the solid bulk of Yasha’s muscle behind her. She settled for one hand on her corseted waist, and the other slipping behind Jester’s head, fingers slipping into the silky soft baby hairs there, and returning Jester’s increasingly enthusiastic kisses.
If speaking with Jester could be like a riptide, being kissed by her was like being hit with a tidal wave. Beau came up gasping as Jester began to nip her way down the column of Beau’s neck, lips tingling and swollen already from the amount of love nips she had received.
Jester kissed in exactly all the ways Beau liked, messy and passionate and as she felt a bite on the pressure point on her neck that always got her going, Beau connected the dots of Jester admitting to watching them for years, and that she was applying that knowledge here. It was probably a sign of how far gone for her Beau was that this was not creepy, but deeply fucking hot.
She glanced down to see Jester’s progress of worrying a love bite into her shoulder and caught an overwhelming view of of her ample and sparkling blue cleavage, and promptly thunked her head back against Yasha’s broad shoulder, catching her mismatched gaze and noting her slightly blown pupils and amused expression.
“You know you are allowed to look? It is somewhat the point of this,” Yasha leaned down to whisper in her ear, low but not quietly enough to escape Jester’s keen hearing.
That got a pleased grin from the tiefling, looking up from her efforts of nuzzling at Beau’s traps to flutter her eyelashes and wiggle her eyebrows
“Oh Bowuh, are you checking me out ? Do you like what you see?”
Fuck she was gorgeous. Beau hauled her up for another kiss, returning the favour with a nip of her own to Jester’s plump bottom lip.
“Of course I am. You’re stunning.”
Beau simply had to taste the delighted smile the compliment elicited, but then she focused.
“I’d like to see more of you if I’m honest. Would you please let me get some of your ridiculous fucking clothes off before I’m smothered by your skirts?”
Jester giggled, but obligingly hopped back, allowing Beau to help unbuckle her corseted top and wiggle out of her skirts, and petticoats, and bloomers, leaving her in only a gauzy chemise and panties, which Beau noted had a little heart shaped cutout for her tail in the back. Ridiculous and adorable; so very Jester. Jester beckoned to Beau and Yasha as she moved towards the bed, perching prettily on the side with her head tilted.
Beau’s mouth went dry, still barely believing she was able to look at Jester in this context, let alone touch her, but summoned her bravado and followed, plonking onto the bed with open arms, which Jester happily bounced back into. This time, Beau caught her on the way down, smoothly pulling herself over Jester’s form with a hand in the small of her back and another behind her head, much to Jester’s obvious delight as she pretended to swoon.
Yasha joined them when beckoned, settling against the headboard with a knee up to allow them more space. In the end they settled with Jester’s head cushioned against the plush muscle of Yasha’s thigh as Beau leaned in to kiss Jester, taking a little more control this time and enjoying getting to feel more of the softness of her body, particularly as it yielded beneath her own on the bed.
When they would break for air, or to trail kisses across skin, Beau would glance up to meet Yasha’s gaze, to check in, and invariably find her watching lovingly; a soft smile on her lips and eyes twinkling interestedly, and approvingly.
Each time it sent a warm shiver down Beau’s spine; she reached up to link hands with Yasha as she pressed Jester down into the mattress for a particularly deep and passionate kiss. She could feel the hardness of Jester’s nipples through her thin shirt, and admire the miles of soft blue skin where it draped down and rode up, and Beau could happily have drowned in her just like this.
Jester became inpatient first, plucking at Beau’s soft loungewear and wanting to touch more herself. Beau laughed, taking the hint and sitting back to peel off her loose tank top and pants, which Jester used as an opportunity to sit up and whisper conspiratorially with Yasha, both their mouths covered to avoid Beau lip-reading them.
Down to her breast band and shorts, Beau stopped to admire both the women, the beautiful contrast of Jester’s blue against Yasha’s pale skin. The clear affection between them both, the way Jester’s tail was draped over against Yasha’s leg, Yasha gently resting her hand against it and stroking down the tip, eliciting an answering shiver from Jester. Their contact was not quite sexual, but deeply sensual, a comfort in each other's personal space from years of companionship.
“What are you two plotting?” She interrupted once it had been long enough to start to feel awkward for Beau, standing there turned on and exposed.
“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?” Jester cheekily replied, preening and bratty as she lounged against Beau’s wife.
“She is asking me for advice on how best to wreck you, my love. Jester wanted to make sure she could, what was it? Make it good for you?” Yasha replied cheekily, smirking at Jester’s betrayed face.
The swoop of arousal Beau felt at that statement was like a sucker punch.
“Hey! Yasha, no fair!” Jester replied, pouting in her way that had always been extremely charming.
“I just wanted to make sure I was going to do it right, you know? I don’t know if you like the things I like and I want to do it the way you like it” Jester said sincerely, sitting back on her heels in a way that did truly boggling things for the musculature of her thighs.
Beau wanted to be between them so bad she felt like she was starving.
“Is some of this still new for you?” Beau asks, feeling like she’s being very responsible for checking in while her fingers twitch with the desire to get them onto at least one of the two women in front of her.
“Well… yeah. I mean, Fjord and me do all kinds of things, but its just been us. Like obviously I’ve read stories and I’ve watched all kinds of people have sex but like. So I haven’t ever… Well you know!” Jester blustered, cheeks adorably purpling, a display of innocence made contrasted by the absolutely obscene hand-and-tongue gesture she did at the same time.
Beau steeled herself at the clench of arousal that went through her. All this time and she would still get to be Jester’s first, the excitement she felt at the thought making her feel a little ashamed, but mostly just really fucking turned on.
She stalked to the bed and into Jester’s space, bracketing the tiefling between her body and Yasha’s and taking one of Jester’s hands, bringing it to her lips.
“Okay, well that’s good. You know what you like, so you can try things you like for yourself, or let me know, and I’ll let you know if I like it different” Beau said, speaking softly.
“And if she is otherwise occupied, I will let you know what she likes,” Yasha added, voice low and with a hint of husk, sending another clench through Beau.
From there it was only a matter of shedding the last of their clothing, Beau helping to lift Jester’s chemise from her body, minding her horns and jewelry and laying it carefully to the side; finding the ribbon that held her panties closed above her tail and unlacing it, nearly reverential, as Jester raised her hips for them to be slid from her thighs and dropped somewhere off the end of the bed.
This was hardly the first time Beau had seen Jester nude, as the Nein still frequented bathhouses and springs and the seashore together over the years, but it was the first time she could really indulge herself to look.
Jester’s form was decadent, soft curves draped over the functional muscle of a sailor, dimpled thighs and full breasts and a charming trimmed thatch of blue curls at the apex of her thighs. Laying primly, curls tumbling over her shoulder, she looked like a tasteful portrait, except for the absolutely lascivious grin on her face as she preened beneath Beau’s gaze.
Beau reached out to touch, to curl her fingers against the curve of her waist and feel the softness there, but Jester’s hands were on her first, plucking at Beau’s smallclothes impatiently with a “come on Beauu, I wanna see you naked too!”
Never able to deny Jester much, Beau obliged.
The cool, plush press of her full body against Jester’s was incredible, thighs slotting together easily as Beau leaned in and over her for another lingering kiss.
Beau had the first impression of warmth and slick against her thigh before she registered it was Jester’s pussy, and groaned, grasping her by the waist and grinding up a little, just to feel the give of her plush thighs and to see the response Jester would have. It did not disappoint; Jester letting out a sweet little groan and grinding her hips down against Beau’s thigh, filthy and shameless.
Beau felt stupid with lust. She had to taste Jester, had to feel her cunt clenching on her fingers, wanted desperately to know what that grind would feel like against her tongue.
She broke from the kiss, bracketing Jester’s wiggling form into the bed as well she could and began to kiss down her neck, across her beautiful tattooed chest, lavishing attention on one of her beautifully peaked dark nipples before following with the other.
Everywhere her fingertips touched Jester’s body was soft, her skin velvety and her curves a plush covering over firm muscle, and the give of it was intoxicating. Looking up to catch her beautiful violet eyes looking down at her, pupils blown wide and dark, equally so.
It shouldn’t surprise Beau that Jester never stopped moving as she explored her body; a constant wiggling, her body an absolute wave of sensation. It was different than with Yasha, who had strength but tended to be more pliant, obedient in bed and eager to be directed. Beau had the realisation that there is no way she is strong enough to hold Jester down and have her way with her, likely be better served putting Jester's superior quad strength to good use.
“Hey Jes, is it cool if I go down on you? Or more, would you sit on my face?” Beau rasped, thrilling at the expression of absolute horny delight this brought onto Jester’s face as she nodded enthusiastically.
She found herself flipped and Jester on her in moments, the tieflings thighs bracketing her hips as she leaned in for a filthy kiss. There was a smear of wetness against Beau’s abs as Jester ravished her mouth, which was enough incentive for Beau to begin to urge Jester to raise her hips so she could wiggle underneath her body, moving further down towards her goal.
The sight of Jester kneeling above Beau’s shoulders, long hair thrown back over her shoulder, tattoos glistening in the sunlight coming from the window, made Beau wish she was an artist too. She took a brief pause to try and capture the sight in her mind, Jester leaning over and stroking a hand into Beau’s hair, not pressuring, just sweetly.
Beau laid a gentle kiss to Jester’s thigh, eyes closed and breathing in deeply at her first experience of Jester’s scent up close; a sweet musk, seafoam and burnt sugar. Beau worked slowly, kissing her way closer to Jester’s core, nipping and nuzzling at her thighs and enjoying Jester’s obvious building impatience at the slow build, the tense twitch in the muscles below the soft flesh of her thighs.
Jester’s tail was smacking against the bed with a fwap like an excited cat seeing a toy dangling in front of it, and when she let out a frustrated “Come on Beau, don’t tease me!” that she gripped Jester’s hips and licked her sweet, dripping cunt for the first time.
Exactly as she had expected, Jester was noisy, and impatient, and utterly fucking delicious as Beau ate her out; pulling out all her tricks to see which Jester seemed to like most. Her taste and sounds and the warmth and wetness of her thoroughly intoxicating.
Beau rubbed her own thighs together, nearly incoherently turned on from getting her mouth on Jester and her reactions, and then started as the spade of Jester’s tail came to rest against her own heated cunt. Her eyes flicked open with surprise, catching Jester’s gaze as she leaned forward over Beau, eyebrow quirked in question.
“Is that okay? I thought you might want something to rub against?” Jester panted, and Beau groaned against her pussy as she nodded, redoubling her efforts as Jester slipped her tail spade between Beau’s legs to press flat against her pussy.
Beau relished the way her fingertips dimpled into Jester’s hips as she licked against her dripping sex, the twitch of her as she laved against her clit, gently rolling the nub with her tongue and then sucking more roughly when it drew a full throated moan from Jester. Beau could happily have drowned between her ample thighs as Jester rocked and ground herself against Beau’s face, a cascade of whimpers and panting breath dropping from her mouth.
The grind of Jester’s hips quickening, her pussy dripping slick which Beau was lapping up as quickly as she could, she felt Jester’s weight against the bed shift and opened her eyes to see Jester playing with her nipples, back arched, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut.
Beau groaned at the sight, hips twitching against Jester’s tail, and swiped her tongue across Jester’s entrance to collect her slick before focussing back to her swollen clit, pressure and pace ramping up to Jester’s increasingly loud reactions.
Thank goodness the Chateau was about the least embarrassing place in Nicodranus to be having seriously noisy sex.
When Jester came it was with a breathy wail of Beau’s name, thighs tensing around Beau’s ears and an absolutely filthy grind against her dripping mouth. Beau feverishly licked her through it, gentling her pace when it was clear from the twitching of Jester’s muscles she was becoming too sensitive, before Jester tumbled to the side, grabbing at Beau to pull her in for a debauched kiss, unbothered by the fact that Beau’s face was sweaty and slick and sticky with Jester’s wetness.
When their kiss broke, Jester blinked up at Yasha, leaning back peacefully against the headboard. Yasha smiled sweetly at the pair.
“That was very beautiful Jester. You are extremely lovely.”
Jester preened beneath Yasha’s praise, blowing Yasha a kiss before peppering Beau’s face with kisses and giggling.
Beau reached out her hand to Yasha, who happily extended hers back, and kissed across the pale woman’s knuckles. Yasha gazed down at her, serene expression betrayed by the heat of her gaze.
“I think Beau has been very sweet to you. I would like to see how you will treat her in return.” Yasha said evenly, the flex of her thigh where it lay open and the slightest scent of the aasimar’s own wetness indicating her own enjoyment of the two’s activities.
Jester grinned, taking the challenge as it was laid, and Beau suddenly felt the heat of Jester’s full intention back on her before she was pounced, flipped onto her back and smothered in Jester’s full frame as she was passionately kissed once more.
Beau has seen Jester kiss Fjord like this over the years, happy to use her well disguised strength to throw her partner around and bend them exactly where she wants them. She has studiously not considered what it must feel like, and now she is experiencing it finds it very different to the controlled, inexorable way Yasha uses her strength; more used to being slowly and firmly pressed into walls then bodily hauled to grind against, bounced into her partner’s lap.
It’s really fucking hot, and a little disorienting; hard to find a rhythm when Jester moves like a whirlpool, compared to Yasha’s pounding storm. Beau is wedged between Jester’s thighs, an ocean of blue above and around her, gasping as Jester grabs her by the hips and grinds a thigh against her pussy. It’s nice, but it’s not enough to really get her anywhere, and Beau is starting to go a little mad with it.
“Jes, c’mon, I need you to touch me” Beau doesn’t whine, but it’s close.
“Oh? Where do you want me to touch you Beau?” Jester replies, pulling back with Beau’s hips pinned to the bed.
“Here?” She asks, tickling behind Beau’s knee, getting an uncontrolled jerk of the limb that she avoids being kicked by.
Beau laughs, knowing she will need to indulge Jester’s teasing for now, and that it likely hides an amount of nerves.
“What about here?” Leaning down to hotly nip at Beau’s chest, sucking a bruising kiss against the side of her rib cage before suckling at a nipple, pouting a little when it gets much less of a response from Beau than Jester demonstrated from her own.
“Little lower, Jes” Beau smiled, indulgent and fond and trying her very best to be patient.
“Ohhh, do you want me to touch your pussy , Beau?” Jester finally asks, voice low and filthy as she open’s Beau’s legs, gently strokes the inside of Beau’s thigh, just to the side of where she is heated and wet.
At Beau’s eyeroll and exasperated nod, somewhat undercut by the fact she is looking up at Jester from her torso is tipped downwards where Jester has hauled her open-legged into her lap. Jester gives a little smack against her pussy, not painfully but the shock and the squelch of it causes Beau to clench on nothing.
“Hey, don’t be rude! You should ask me nicely” Jester retorts primly.
Fuck. How did she not realise that Jester would be an absolute menace in bed.
Beau swallows, gapes up at Jester who goes back to stroking her inner thigh promisingly.
“Please Jester, can you please touch my cunt before I actually die?”
“Well of course Beau, why wouldn’t you just say so?” Jester beamed, and promptly ran her longer fingers up the seam of Beau’s heated cunt, dipping her fingertips in to wet them before circling Beau’s neglected clit, direct and a little rough and perfect.
Beau’s hips buck, back arching as her head lolls back, and finds Yasha gazing down at her, satisfied smirk playing on her lips, and it dawns on her that between Jester’s innate observational skills and Yasha’s expert advice, she's likely about to have her shit absolutely wrecked.
It starts intense, pressure perfect and pace gently building, Beau immediately feeling the build toward climax with how worked up she already is from tasting Jester and feeling her come apart.
But then Jester gets distracted as she leans down to kiss at Beau’s stomach, her chest, bite at her neck, catch her mouth and devour her. As she explores Beau’s body, Jester slows down and plays with Beau’s clit leisurely, pace unhurried and handily pinning Beau’s hips as they try to jerk to get her where she needs it.
Whenever she tries to direct the movement of Jester’s hands by canting her hips, Beau instead finds herself simply folded where Jester wants her; leaving Beau panting and groaning and if she’s honest, whining at the hot and unrelenting but not quite satisfying enough friction. Just when she was in the sweet spot, whenever her breath speeds up a little more, or the flex of her hips gets a little faster, Jester would back off, drift her touch slightly away, shift to a slightly less perfect pace.
As Beau tried to grind against Jester’s dexterous fingers they instead would take a maddening path; drift down, stroking lightly against the lips of Beau’s cunt, gathering and spreading her wetness, fingertips gently dipping into her opening before stroking back up to where Beau needed the friction most, starting slow again before building back up.
Beau didn’t want to hurry her, didn’t want to pressure her, but dear god she was going to go insane. As Jester built her all the way up another time, hips flexing, ready to crest, and backed off yet again Beau’s resolve snapped.
“Jes, uh, can you give me a little more? Go a little faster?” Beau grits out, “I’m almost there.”
“Oh, she knows” came Yasha’s voice from above them, an amused tilt to the tone.
Beau forced open her eyes, fixing Jester with an incredulous look.
The look Jester met her with was all dark-eyed focus, something intense and possessive and loving and just a little bit mean in her expression.
She smiled, all teeth, and Beau realised she was being toyed with .
“Sorry Beau, you just look so pretty all strung out and dripping, I don’t want it to end.” Jester crooned, syrupy, a little condescendingly.
“I like the look of you on my fingers so much, all needy like this”
Jester laughed delightedly at the horny and betrayed expression Beau gave her, leaned down to bite a sweet-stinging kiss against Beau’s neck and whispered in her ear.
“But… I guess I can give you this first one; as long as you know I’m going to take more.”
The hot promise of her words combined with the low, husked tone in Jester’s usually sweet voice had Beau nearly whimpering for it, hips canting up and open in an obvious plea.
Jester indulged her, finally firmly reapplied her fingers against Beau’s clit, precise and perfect and just almost too much and with that, Beau was coming.
Jester was relentless against her throughout her orgasm, dragging her through and well into aftershocks that felt like a second peak, only letting up when Beau wiggled away, body slumping against the bed.
Jester giggled, self satisfied little smirk on her lips, and brought her fingers to her plush mouth, tentatively licking the tips, then thoroughly cleaning them with a wide eyed exuberance that Beau previously associated with some kind of delicious cream filled pastry. She would possibly struggle to watch Jester eat ever again without getting turned on.
“Beau! You taste so good! Can I try licking your pussy now?” Jester exclaimed, following Beau down to the bed for a kiss that mingled both their tastes now.
“Gods, Jes, give me a second to catch my breath. I can barely feel my legs” Beau pants, turning herself until she could rest a little against Yasha’s leg, catch her hand and twine their fingers. Turning on her back, she invited Jester to lay against her, leaning in for a kiss while keeping her hold on Yasha.
“Sorry Beau, I just. It feels like I’ve been waiting forever. And I want so much ”, Jester answered, low and raw and murmured longingly against Beau’s lips as she draped her body across Beau’s.
And really, how could Beau deny her anything when she asked so sweetly?
___
Beau felt pleasantly fucked out, emotionally drained and sleepy, and watched with quiet joy at Jester shivering pleasantly when Yasha came to rest a hand against her hair, scritching her scalp and tucking her rumpled waves away from her face; feeling all the world like a puzzle piece slotted finally into its place.