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

Wicked ideas passed through Sharah’s head, and she really wasn’t sure how many were hers (and some definitely were) and how many were Yavia’s. Sharah kissed him and then Yavia. “Oh I think that would only be fair. I got quite the show, you both should too.” Her eyes raked over him, “I’d like to see that again.”

Yavia quirked a brow, “MmmmHmmmm....” Her hand stroked over Sharah’s hair, ‘Sweetheart you like him in that hat a whole lot.’ She winked at TK, “ “Maybe, next time, he should wear just the hat.” The delight that rushed through Sharah made her smirk and laugh softly. Yavia grinned running off into the woods, the three of them, that was a show she would gladly watch, or better yet, participate in. With that in mind she sidestepped a little, totally intent on making that happen.

Her arm snaked around Yavia keeping her in place. “Oh no, I’m not letting you run off. If you do you don’t get desert.” She tugged Yavia back towards the door with her, eye locked on Charles. “He can chase us all the way down stairs if he wants.” And then she pushed Yavia through the front door.

Sharah

Charles laughed and said “Dont make me get my lasso. ‘Sides… y’all still have too much stuff on ya. I said ‘nekkid’… not naked. Ya know the difference?” and he put an arm around each woman and let the door close behind them. He then pulled them close and whispered in both of their ears “Naked means ya got no clothes on… nekkid means ya got no clothes on and you’re up to somethin’ wicked, more than likely with somebody else.” He nibbled on Sharah’s ear and then softly bit V’s neck.

Tenkiller

Yavia’s jaw dropped open playfully. “Lasso? TK, I didn’t know you were like that.” She chuckled softly, trailing kisses across his jaw and then kissing Sharah like she was woman dying of thirst. V gasped softly; she and Sharah leaned into him and his attentions. “Mmmm we *are up to somethin’ wicked. And you aren’t naked yet either.”

Yavia’s laughter trailed behind her as she ‘raced’ down the stairs. Sharah apparently wasn’t worried about getting caught or chased. Yavia decided she needed to take this a bit more seriously…or at least pretend. She snagged her hand and drug her down the stairs with her, making Sharah sigh and laugh. They didn’t quite make it to the bedroom before Yavia took the woman in her arms, backed her up against the wall, kissed her, and began to run her hands over her.

Yavia

There was a long pause where the two of them were alone in the hall, Charles having remained upstairs to do… something. And then…

A guitar started playing.

The music flowed down the stairs very softly at first, and became louder as the man and the, er, instrument… drew closer. Down the stairs walked Charles, guitar slung over his chest, cowboy hat on his head, a grin on his face… and not a thing else on his body.And he began to sing.

(Thanks to Big and Rich, ‘Save A Horse (Ride A Cowboy))
https://youtu.be/S9ZbuIRPwFg

Tenkiller

Sharah heard the music, but it was the sensual mirth rolling off of him that made her look up. Sharah thought her heart might have stuttered loud enouh for them both to hear. Oh that was not fair, not that she wanted them to play fair anyway.

Yavia heard the music but wasn’t really paying attention until Sharah pulled back and then she heard the breath rush out of her and felt the utter disbelief and hunger from Sharah. Yavia looked over her shoulder and let out a very low humm of appreciation. “Dinner and a show? He’s spoiling us. However will we show our appreciation?”

Yavia

Sharah’s hands went around her waist and she kissed her behind her ear. “We let him finish the song, and then we’ll figure something out.” Sharah stepped to the side, taking Yavia with her until they were in the bed room and sitting on the foot of the bed. Both women were grinning and a few shades redder as he sang. Sharah leaned over and ‘whispered’ to Yavia. “I think the song is all the idea we need.”

Sharah

Charles sang and danced a bit, spinning in place as he moved slowly to the door of the bedroom; finishing just as he stepped through. He pulled the hat low over his eyes and bowed his head and slowly quit playing. He looked up, tilting his head just enough so that his eyes were visible under the brim of his hat. “Ladies. Y’all are the most beautiful things I ever have seen in my life. And I am head over heels in love with tha both of ya. This image, right here and right now, is done burned into my brain as the single most glorious thing I have ever laid eyes on.” and he took off the guitar and leaned it again the wall. He then leaned himself against the doorway and grinned. “So what would ya like to do now?”

Tenkiller

Yavia nudged Sharah as he glanced at them from under the hat. “I get it now…that’s hot.” Sharah nodded wordlessly in agreement. Loving smiles touched both their faces. The image of him in the doorway with hat and guitar was a shared image they would both never forget. They exchanged a glance and then slid off the bed, they slipped into the curve of his arms, kissing him in turn. Each taking him by the hand, they pulled him further into the bedroom.

With only the light from the waterfall, and a lack of windows to show the passage of time time stood still and stretched infinitely. Some time later, hours later, blankets, pillows, the last remnants of discarded clothing scattered the floor. There was an unfathomable tangle of limbs and somehow the hat was still on the bed too. Yavia’s fingers flexed and tightened around Sharah’s fingers and TK’s palm. She kissed Sharah softly where her head rested on her shoulder. She stretched across to give TK a long lazy kiss. She laid back sharing a long knowing and amazed look with him. “You both are the most amazing people I know. And this, us is the most wonderful thing that will ever happen to me.” The feelings slipped around and filled them through that connection. Then with a smirk and quick kiss on Sharah’s temple, “I’m more addicted to ya’ll than I am to paw-paws.”

Yavia

“Well that’s sayin’ somthin’ for sure.” Charles said with a chuckle. He was pinned under parts of both women, and he was quite content with that.

Sharah grinned, “It is, but she didn’t say she liked us more than oysters.” Sharah laughed when Yavia playfully tugged one of her curls and leaned over and kissed her quiet. Then she muttered, “I love you two more than Oysters. Happy?” Sharah laughed and nodded her head, “Blissfully.”

“And I gotta say… this place feels more like home with you two here than it ever did before. 8m just gonna have ta remember to put a small cooler with water down here. Y’all can sure work up a man’s thirst… in multiple ways.” and he laughed softly.

Tenkiller

There was a spark, like a hearthfire flaring to life a half second after he said ‘home’. It was quite clear the feeling came from Sharah. She squeezed her arms around them. “Well you know, one of us…might have the energy to make it to the kitchen and back…if we really need to, but it’s not me.” She laughed quietly.

Sharah

“Not it.” Charles said with a grin. “And not V, either. I like where she has her hand on me.” and then his face contorted into a puzzled scowl. “Wait… whose hand is that?” and he laughed at the newness of confusion that came from their current positioning. He liked the not knowing where one started and the other began, and it rolled off of him clearly… like a mountain spring of cold water.

Tenkiller

Yavia chuckled, “I’m not telling, cause I am not sure either. I don’t need water…not now. I’m too comfortable and have no energy. You are both responsible for that.” She placed a kiss on his shoulder. “That is not a complaint. You can be responsible for that every night.” She was quiet for awhile and then very softly, “Sweetheart are you warm enough? I will move enough to grab you a blanket.” There was no answer except for Sharah’s soft deep breaths.

Yavia

“I think she finally reached a point where she can sleep.” he whispered. “How about that. It only took two people and a few hours of gymnastics… and a cowboy hat… to get her tired enough to pass out.” He took a deep breath and smiled. “Looks like we got our work cut out for us, hun. Hope you enjoyed tonight, ‘cause we are gonna be doing this a lot.” and he chuckled softly.

Tenkiller

“No complaints from me. I will enjoy this every chance we get.” She glanced over at Sharah, quietly watching her. “I think we finally managed to reboot her.” She chuckled quietly, “I don’t think the cowboy hat had anything to do with helping her sleep. Other things but not sleep.” A hand moved, identifying at least that one as hers, and touched his cheek. Her lips brushed his softly slowly turning into deep meaning and just as slowly ending. “I love you, TK.”

Yavia

The only sound for hours was the sound of breath moving in and out, sometimes in rhythm, sometimes not, and the soft rustle of sleeping bodies moving against cotton sheets.

Into that peace and silence the storm came, howling and crashing, the demon demanding its due. Sharah moaned, more like a muffled cry, full of pain and fear. She tossed, curling into herself, the soft rhythm of her breath turning harsh and rapid. She tossed, turning over again, and in her sleep her hands covered her ears, but it had no effect on the noise. Her eyes snapped open in the dark, she was disoriented and hurting. The storm screamed and raged at her, making it impossi le to thi k and even breathe. Her stomach heaved and revolted at the sudden intense throbbing inbher head. She couldn’t think enough to call for either of them. She tasted tears between gulps of air. She dragged herself to the edge of the bed, pushing and fighting away from the tangle of limbs. She practically rolled and dropped to the floor. She stumbled as she tripped on discarded blankets into the bathroom where she was violently sick.

Sharah

It wasn’t even a minute before there was a hand on her back and another pulling back her hair. “Easy, hun… came back quick, huh?” Charles said softly. He rubbed her back gently. As usual, his thoughts were unguarded. He was concerned, but not surprised. And he definitely wasn’t scared. He was just there… a firm point in the chaos raging around her. “Maybe you should drink. If you’re gonna have the hangover, might as well have the fun ‘afore hand.” and he smiled at her, his hand still rubbing gentle circles on her back.

Tenkiller