Posted by Lieutenant Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Three Isn’t A Crowd If You Don’t Want It To Be

Posted by Civilian Yavia Crockett (Nurse - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Three Isn’t A Crowd If You Don’t Want It To Be

Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice-Commander, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in Three Isn’t A Crowd If You Don’t Want It To Be
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“Depends on how she wears the apron while cooking.” Tenkiller said and softly pinched V on the thigh and laughed.

Sharah looked over at Yavia, the idea in Charles’ head quite appealing. “We’ll have to buy her one.”

Yavia grabbed his hand and kissed the pads of his fingers. “You two buy it and I’ll wear it.”

He ate the gazpacho quickly, looking back and forth at V and Sharah and really wanting the dinner to be done. But he was also enjoying the anticipation of the ‘festivities’ the three would have when they got home. He smiled at the idea of the three of them going home together. And the idea of the three of them as a single unit.

Tenkiller

Sharah snickered softly as he began to eat faster. The feeling of home and them was heady and dizzing, and if she was honest with herself, it also felt unstable. That was a reflection of herself and her own mental state, and not a reflection of Charles or Yavia. Being equally honest, she was enjoying the dinner, but desperately wanted be home with them. To move past the uncertainty and self doubt. But that took time. Charles’s anticipation and Yavia’s easy acceptance, of it all was impossible not to give in to though. She smiled at them both and turned her attention elsewhere for a moment when they were done eating. “Heigr won’t be returning for another several minutes. You might want to use the green button.”

Sharah

Yavia could feel the back and forth in Sharah, but took it as good that Sharah wasn’t trying to hide it. Yavia knew this was all a lot in a shirt amount of time. She also knew, as did TK, Sharah had a lot of healing to do, but they would take care of her.

“Oh....TK I think she wants to go home. Our home.” She gave Sharah a wicked look. “Or…maybe we hit the red button instead.” She would have laughed at the look on Sharah’s face if she hadn’t been so serious.

Yavia

Charles laughed and said “Now… I know that the red button would maintain all our good reputations and such; but I think maybe we save those particular dishes for when we get home.” He looked at Sharah, then at V and winked, and then back to Sharah and said “Although I find the idea of you as dessert more than encouraging me to ask for a doggy bag for the rest of the meal.” and he grinned as she turned eight shades of red.

Tenkiller

Yavia squeezed his hand under the table eyes dancing as Sharah turned red. “Oh desert sounds…” she gave Sharah a warm look the caressed her from head to toe, “satisfying.” Then she turned her gaze in TK, “Don’t you agree Sharah?”

Yavia

It was overwhelming, the input. Their thoughts and feelings. Enticing and teasing. Intense and loving. Anticipation and affection. Want and comfort. And it was loud and insistent enough to keep the noise at bay. She shifted in her seat, looking flustered, confused, uncertain and overwhelmed. She stared at her bowl wishing there was more gazpacho or at the very least water in her glass. The pull of that connection, the need for it, mixed with all the rest.

Sharah

Charles watched her for a moment and then leaned over to V and whispered “I think we need to reboot her.” He kissed her quickly and then turned his body to the side Sharah was on. He reached one arm over her lap and put his hand on her opposite hip while putting his closest hand on the other side. He then pulled and twisted her so she was suddenly facing him and straddling his lap, her knees on either side of his hips. It was a closeness that could not be misconstrued, but for good measure he put one hand on the back of her neck and pulled her face to his, kissing her with a yearning and an uncompromising affection that he shared only with Yavia.

Tenkiller

Yavia’s near hand rested on her hip next to TKs and the other stroked down her spine leaving a pleasant trail of sparks chasing her finger tips. Yavia placed a kiss on her bare shoulder making Sharah’s skin buzz softly.

Yavia

Sharah’s breath rushed out in surprise at the sudden movement, and then she was settled on his lap. Her eyes widened in question and desire. For a long still moment he kissing her, and then she was kissing him back. A shiver chased down her spine, following Yavia’s finger tips. Her hands cupped his face gently as she pressed closer. Deep desire and yearning was conveyed through her kiss. Their names whispered from her mind through that wonderful connection like talismans as the kiss turned hotter.

Sharah

The kissing continued for a long moment until Charles finally pulled back enough to say “We need to go home. Now.“and he looked at V and then pulled her to him and kissed her in a similar fashion to what was being exchanged between him and Sharah. His body ached to be out of that booth and somewhere the more conservative social conventions did not apply… conventions like remaining fully clothed.

Tenkiller

Yavia’s soft knowung laughter teased over their skin. Yavia’s arm settled around Sharah’s waist, keeping her close, while her other slide across his back around his shoulders. She kissed him with a slow burn that told him she had the exact same thought.

Yavia

Sharah’s head dropped to his shoulder, breath heaving as the world spun. The feelings swirling and merging between them wasn’t making things calmer. Sharah ached, and she desperately wanted away from the the other minds around them…and be more than physically alone with them, but alone in just their circle. She wasn’t sure they were paying attention but she nodded silently in agreement to leaving. Then Yavia was kissing her.

And the chime rang…

Sharah

“Heigr…” Charles said with a grimace. “Okay…” and he took a deep breath and a glance at Sharah’s cleavage and he groaned slightly. He helped Sharah slide off of him and back to her seat before saying “Come in.” The drapes opened tentatively and Heigr looked in. “Are you ready for the main course?” he asked as he looked at the three flushed faces and heaving chests. Charles looked at him and said “I gotta ask, Heigr… is the Chef gonna be pissed off if we ask ya to pack up the rest and we leave?”

Sharah might be back in her seat, but she was still pressed into his side, head against his shoulder, looking thoroughly kissed and befuddled. Main course? Oh no her....ummm…she needed a title for them. Boyfriend and girlfeiend was a mouthful…were discussing moving on to desert. They forgot the main course.

Yavia’s arm was still draped around his shoulders and her fingers played in Sharah’s hair for a moment before pulling back and trailing through TKs for a moment too. Leaving right now sounded like a wonderful idea to her. She flashed a mysterious smile at Heigr and carefully finished her drink.

Charles’ question gave her the inane thought that in their jobs and public scrutiny they shouldn’t offend the chef of such a place. She took a breath…her brain needed to start working again.

Heigr grinned and said “I do not believe so, sir. No. In fact, I believe he would be quite pleased. He and I both have ‘between soup and main course’ in the pool of when you would leave.” he cleared the soup bowls quickly and tied back the drapes. He then said “We will both win a tidy sum of latinum, thanks to you three. Please… go and enjoy your evening. And k ow you are always welcome at the Wild Fork.”

It was bad enough that Sharah already knew they were betting. A…symptom of her condition. Thoughts focused on her came through quite clear in the noise. Heigr telling them so willingly about it just made her more flustered than she already was. She turned her face into his shoulder. She was blushing but she was also laughing quietly because the whole situation was so weirdly okay.

They were betting. “Oh that’s wonderful, Heigr. Do you think next time we can place our own bets?” She gave TK and Sharah a playful wink, “I might even throw my own bet.” She laughed, her amusement and suggestion playing aver their skin.

Tenkiller grinned and then looked at Sharah and V and said “You heard the man! Vamoos! Let’s go home, my loves.” and he shooed them out of the booth, following them as quickly as he could.

Tenkiller

Sharah was a little slow to get up as she adjusted the now ill placed skirt of her dress, pulling it back into place before she stood up. She paused and looked back at him, “Charles, don’t forget your hat,” she winked at him before making her way toward the stairs and the main door.

Sharah

Yavia chuckled, “Oh yes, we need the hat.” She slipped her hand onto his arm as they came even with Sharah so they were walking one in each of his arms.

Yavia

Charles grabbed the hat and put it on his head. He smiled at Sharah and then at V and said “Ok. Let’s get on outt here and see what trouble we can get inta back at the house.” He looked at Heigr. “Compliments to the Chef. And to you as well. Y’all made tonight amazing.” Heigr inclined his head and said “Always a pleasure to serve, Major General. We look forward to seeing you again.”

Her eyes grazed over him hungrily. Yeah she liked him in the hat. Sharah smiled her thanks to Heigr, more subdued than her partners.

Yavia smiled delightedly, “Thank you, Heigr. And my compliments to the chef. The meal was exquisitely sensual.”

Charles ushered both women out through the restaurant, not caring that their sudden departure was being broadcast to everyone watching the vid. Soon they were in their car and heading home. He sat between them with an arm around each and said “So when we get back, whatever do y’all think we should do?” with a grin.

Tenkiller

Sharah missed a step as his thought falshed across her mind, and she looked at him and then Yavia, eyes wide. “Broadcast?!” Then they were in the car, practically sharing a single spot on the seat, as the driver moved the car toward home.

Sharah

Yavia chuckled. “Oh yes, The Wild Fork has its own live feed that people can watch and try to imagine enjoying the real thing.” Yavia slid into the car and once they were settled she draped her legs over his thigh, reaching over she tugged Sharah’s legs over TK’s other thigh. Then she leaned in close. Her fingers trailed over Sharah’s cheek and then his, warm and longing. “Oh…I think desert is in order.”

Yavia

“And this is why I only use automated ground cars…” Tenkiller said with a grin as he leaned in and kissed Yavia is the way he had wanted to for the last half hour. Without breaking the kiss, he pulled Sharah back onto his lap the same way he had in the restaurant and then he tore himself from V and kissed her. “I think… we all… have… far too much… clothes on.” he mumbled against her lips as his hands began to grasp at any snap, button, zipper, or clasp they could find on any of the three of them.

Tenkiller

Yavia chuckled and then was kissing him back. It was a bright and hot and was a brilliant explosion. Perfectly comfortable in who they were together and to each other and their place in that circle. It was always there when they were all in contact, but as he pulled Sharah into them, it flared to life stronger and brighter. Yavia slipped her free arm around her waist. She breathed heavily and then chuckled a rich sensuous sound. “You’re the one that wore a 3 piece suit. We’re just wearing dresses.”

Yavia

Sharah kissed his neck, trailing kisses wherever she could as he pulled her back onto his lap. Then she was kissing him back, it was a slow burn, but no less intense for that. Her fingers skillfully discarded his bolo and the top buttons at his collar. Her palm finding and resting over his pulse next to his skin. That connection flared and locked into place. The world, the people, the minds around them held away outside that circle the moment they both had their arms around her. She had brief moment to wonder what she was doing, but then she was drowning. She was drowning in their feelings, their desires, their emotions - all three of them. It flowed out of her, connecting all three of them, linking them, impossible to tell one from the other, and she couldn’t stop it, she didn’t want to. And there was no room for thought.

Sharah

It was both a blessing and a curse that the trip back to their house was both long enough to make things interesting, but too short for them to get too far involved. By the time the car pulled into the secluded rear drive and the door opened, various pieces of clothing fell out on the ground and the sound of soft gasps, moans, and giggles followed suit. Soon a convoluted tangle of limbs and bodies began to make its exit from the car. All three were in various states of undress, but at least Tenkiller still had his hat on.

“C’mon! Let’s get inside before we’re all doing an impression of me runnin’ inta tha woods the other night!” and he laughed. “Although I wouldn’t mind chasing the nekkid pair of ya anywhere.” and he kissed one then the other.

Tenkiller