“You are fond of him,” she said quietly. “This isn’t merely desire, is it?”
He tilted his head to look at her and laughed a little sadly. “Ridiculous, isn’t it?”
She wanted to weep for both of them, and could only lean over to kiss his cheek, then his lips softly. “It ought to be our crest.” She wrapped her arm over his chest, and he clasped her hand in his. “I should have seen it. If you wish me to stop my relationship…”
“No!” The vehemence in his tone startled her. “No. Not at all. We can take what pleasure he will share with us, you in sharing a bed, and I in our business together. It will be well.”
She kissed his shoulder. “I love you, Thomas,” she said softly. “You do know that, don’t you?”
He nodded. “And I you.”
She rested her cheek against his shoulder, knowing it could never be enough.
Source: Devoted, by Fyre – Black Sails [Archive of Our Own]
Adult, missing scene. The ménage à trois between Thomas McGraw and the Hamiltons is fascinating, because there’s no doubt all three of them love each other. However, this fic manages to perfectly capture the way Miranda doesn’t quite fit between these two men…