Exton

Outside on the widow's walk, her eyes shining with a soft light, K'thyri smiles and asks, "What's it like, being part of a threesome?"

Is that how people see us? I take my time about answering, searching for an answer that covers the situation.

"Well - in the Human Realm, a threesome is generally a temporary sexual liaison, only meant to last for a night, or perhaps a weekend. There are humans who manage to make it last longer, but those are few and far between.

What Nick and Raina and I have - that's something different. It's almost like being a family" - I smile sheepishly - "only that sounds kind of incestuous, doesn't it? Maybe it's like being a really small tribe...." Ky starts to giggle. "No, seriously. We pull together like a tribe, we protect and love and nurture each other like a tribe. Any of us would die to protect the others. Yes, we're all lovers, but sex is only a part of it. We're not monogamous - anyone could go outside the 'tribe' for sex, though none of us have so far...." I fall silent, musing, then come back to myself when she nudges her hip into mine. "Sorry about that. I got lost in thought;" - I grin - "it's unfamiliar territory for us Court elves." She smiles. "Did I answer your question?"

She nods, looking pensive. "It sounds wonderful."

"It is wonderful." The truth of the statement resonates in my soul. It is wonderful.

"All of you are lovers, though - right?"

"That's right." She gives me a look that fairly burns with curiosity and I suppress a smile. "Is it always all three of you?"

"Oh, no. Nick is effectively dead in the daytime, so Raina and I can have time together then - and Nick and Raina were lovers long before I came along."

"And you and Nick?"

Ah, finally I see where she's headed with this...!

"Yes, Nick and I have our alone-times, too."

"You take pleasure in other men?" Her brows are knit, as though in intense concentration.

"Yes - and give it, too, I trust. Is it so uncommon among the Wyldfae?"

"No, not uncommon - but I don't understand it, and I've never known a man who was - " she fumbles for the word.

"Bisexual, or just 'bi'."

- "bi, that I felt comfortable enough with to ask about it."

Now I do smile. "What do you want to know?"

She smiles in her turn. "Let me think about it a while. I don't want to sound too silly…."

"Nothing you ask could ever sound silly." I touch her cheek with the back of my hand, stroke upward to the edge of one ear. She shivers a little and I lean in close, then pause with my lips parted, inches away from hers.

Her eyes are veiled by her long lashes, her own lips inviting. "You can kiss me," she says softly. "I promise not to bite."

I move that last little fraction of an inch and she moves to meet me. Our lips touch, meet and cling, exploring…. Our tongues follow a moment later and she presses tight against me. I suck the fullness of her lower lip into my mouth, caress it with my tongue and she moans. It's long and lingering, passionate but controlled. It's not that either of us wants to hold back; it's more that we don't want to rush things, but rather savor each taste and caress and moan, make a memory of each to hold onto for all time….