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Setting: Modern
Pairing: F/F/NB
Warnings: None

Gianna could see stars.  Literally, actually, since the curtains of the second-story window were open.  Her current position, sprawled sideways across her bedsheets - head angled backward off the side, allowed her to gaze at the pinpoints of light shining across the velvet sky.  Two pairs of lips brushed over her skin. One grazed across her stomach, while another moved along her neck.  She reached down to entangle her hands in two sets of hair that were as familiar to her as her own.  Her eyes, however, remained on the sky beyond her apartment window.  "The stars are singing of lovers tonight."  She murmured.

A snort against her neck told her that pair of lips must belong to Frankie.  Charlotte never mocked her poetry.  'I can't believe at a time like this you're talking about stars."

"She mentioned lovers."  Her girlfriend pointed out in her defense.  She felt Frankie be pulled away from her neck and lifted her head to watch Charlotte coax their temperamental lover into a brief kiss.

"Hmph."  Frankie pulled away and leaned back down to place a supportive hand behind Gianna's head - drawing her face up so as to brush lips over her cheek. It was a sweet act that she would never call them on. The slightest spoken mention of such softness tended to send Frankie into a spiral of insecurities that made them crustier than usual.  "I'd appreciate that while we're making out, you pay attention to something besides the stars."  Their lips brushed over hers in a tantalizingly soft and brief caress.  Once. Twice.  Three times.  "Like, say, me."

Gianna laughed, drawing a hand down the other's pale skin, tanned fingers splaying over their already bared breast.  "I am, beloved."

"Could have fooled me,"  Frankie murmured one last protest before deepening the kiss - their tongues dancing against one another.  They groaned as Gianna's fingers brushed over their nipple, teasing and tantalizing her senses.

"Sweethearts, you're making me feel left out."  Contrary to her words, Charlotte simply traced her long fingers up Gianna’s hip as she leaned over to start nibbling on Frankie's ear - her own bared breasts brushing against their arm.

"Attention whore." Frankie broke the kiss to murmur, though it ended on a groan.  They reached out with their free hand to grope one of Charlotte's breasts.  Charlotte retaliated by sucking on their earlobe, and Frankie couldn't help but moan in response.

Giving up on kissing Frankie - shutting them up anywhere, let alone in bed was a task Gianna had decided was beyond her years ago - she leaned down to capture one of their breasts in her mouth.  Tongue stroking the nipple at her disposal before sucking on it.

Frankie groaned again.  "You two play dirty."  Despite the words, their fingers suddenly seemed to have found both their entrances at the same time, fingers twirling teasingly at nubs already sensitized by foreplay.  They both gasped in response.  "Mmm, don't stop now."  Fingers slid inside, a brush only, before pulling out.

"You nasty little tease,"  Charlotte murmured, hips moving in response to the touch.  She slid a hand downward, gliding over the other’s muscular stomach, dipping below their navel to scratch lightly at the pale hair there.  Frankie’s own hips bucked, but they only chuckled at her words.

Gianna nuzzled into their chest as Frankie's fingers pushed inside of her again. "Harder.  Harder, Frankie, please...”

Charlotte slid her fingers further down to fully cup Frankie's groin even as she abandoned their earlobe to latch onto Gianna's neck again - her pleas turning her on more.  The fingers at her own entrance only continued to tease her with little nudges and withdrawals.  It was obvious where the other's attention was focused tonight.  Another might have been jealous, but Charlotte couldn't recall the last time she'd felt jealousy when it came to attention between the two she was currently in bed with.

She'd read somewhere about two halves of the same whole.  Or perhaps someone had spoken of it in her early memories?  That was how others saw love.  As two, always as two.  To them, these passionate touches and desperate mewls would be no more than lust and desire.  Could be no more, because love was only supposed to exist in twos.  She didn't think it was selfishness, or lack of ability to be satisfied with one lover, that drove her to drown herself in shared embraces time and again.  Gianna and Frankie both held an equal place to her. Equally as important, equally as loved. Even when enjoying someone else's embrace for an evening - something the three of them had discussed before committing to this - it didn't lessen the feelings she had for these two.

She had no analogy to give to it.  Didn't care a wit about those who said it wasn't how love worked.  They simply didn't love as she did.  She felt desired and satisfied with others. She felt comfortable and happy in the presence of either of the two currently in her bed. She felt whole and safe around both. Nothing else mattered.  Her arms tightened drawing them closer, her lips moving up the neck at her disposal.  This moment was all that mattered.

"I thought you didn't want me to see stars." Gianna gasped out, hips bucking as Frankie's fingers moved in and out of her.

"Only if I'm causing them,"  Frankie murmured teasingly, fingers moving determinedly, pressing farther and farther in.

Gianna shouted out as pleasure flooded every nerve.  "There! Darling, oh! There, there!"

"Gods, but you're beautiful, Gianna…."  Charlotte murmured into her neck as the other girl gave one more cry, before collapsing against them.  Frankie and she laid the other down gently as she shook through her release.  She brushed her lips against hers, only to find the fingers that had been teasing her entrance earlier pressing farther inside her own body with sudden force. She gasped, then gave a small growl, and reached out to yank Frankie on top of her, her own fingers sliding into the willing body over hers.  "You little cheater!"  She accused.

"Fuck! Look who's talking, Lotte."  Frankie shuddered.  Their fingers moved in unison, bodies sliding against one another as they built towards their climax.  Gianna recovered enough to roll toward them, her lips brushing against an arm or shoulder gently. An extra spark of pleasure in the mix.

Charlotte gave a shriek as her orgasm shot through her, and Frankie could only groan, burying their face in her breasts as they shuddered, hips bucking a few more times as their body gave into release.

"My darlings, my sweethearts…."  Gianna's arms drew them both two her, lips moving gently across their faces as they caught their breath.

"Sap." Frankie accused, but one arm found Gianna's waist, pulling her closer.

Gianna only grinned - the word was practically a pet name in Frankie’s language. “My loves." She murmured one last endearment, nuzzling into Charlotte's shoulder, her arms still holding both of them close.