“This will go ever so much easier on both of us if you treated me like I had eyes in my head and a brain,” she said, interrupting him without regret. She wanted, more than anything, to wipe that fearful look off of his face. “I promise, I’m not trying to trap you or to blue-card you. In fact, I’d like us to come to some sort of arrangement where Steve is concerned.”
It was a joke between him and Letty when Brian first got assigned to the campaign: they’d met the Secret Service team together and it had been all Dom could do not to look over at her as Han said, “Governor, this is Agent Brian O’Conner, he’ll be the head of your personal detail.”
“Well, now you really have to win,” Letty said that night, laughing deep and throaty after Dom fucked her twice even though they’d been through three cities that day. “Shit, Toretto. Do you think somebody knows?”
“If they know and this is their idea of what to do about it, I’m not complaining,” Dom said. He didn’t tell Letty she didn’t have anything to worry about, because she knew that just fine. “Jesus, he’s pretty.”
The minivan was spotless, freshly waxed, and had a new carpet down in the back before they took it back home, but Mia was mad anyway: after dinner she was banging the plates around in the sink with an expression like an angry tornado, and when Dom tried to slink past her to get the empties into the recycling bin, she whirled on him. “Is it really asking too much for you to quit having sex with my husband?” she said, and shit, he wasn’t going to forgive Ramsey ever.
“Mia,” he groaned. “Do we seriously have to talk about this?”
“Jesus Christ,” Dom said. “Yeah, apparently it is asking too much; you think I want to be doing this?”
Jon’s not too sure when his wedding night turned into a morning where Thayet presses herself against Alanna’s bare back, sighing in contentment and falling asleep once more, but. Well. It’s rather difficult to be angry when faced with the sight of the only two women he has ever fallen in love with cuddling on his bed.
“Well, our girls are obviously the smart ones, getting some sleep while we men hover in the doorway. What do you say we follow their example?” George’s suggestion seems sound enough, so Jon steps back from the doorway and lies back down on the bed. George strips.
Scott breathed deeply of her lightly floral-scented hair and it occurred to him that he had never known how to get along without Maggie, and now he had the awkward problem of not being able to imagine his life without Jim Paxton either, which was really difficult in situations like this.
It was evident in every brush of fingers as Wei Wuxian leaned into Wangji’s space, in every smile that Wangji allowed himself to send to his husband— Lan Xichen ached at the sight of their love, but it was a strangely pleasant ache.
It was an ache that said oh, I’m so glad that they found each other. An ache that whispered, why can’t I have that?
Lan Xichen ignored the whisper, and met grey eyes steadily as Wei Wuxian looked up at him and smiled.
Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are frequent visitors in Lan Xichen’s seclusion – maybe it’s unavoidable that things change. This has the perfect emotional weight to lead into hot-as-burning threesome loving.
They have been dancing around something for a while, the three of them. Sizhui knows other grown children do not have this kind of closeness with their parents. This kind of heat. Of course Hanguang-jun isn’t his real father, nor is Wei Wuxian. But the two of them are the closest he has, and his love for them is hopelessly twined with whatever this is.
There is never going to be a confession of the secrets Lan Xichen has kept for so long, of things that were never going to be possible. Now, there is Wei Ying, to remind him.
Lan Xichen pushes himself so hard to like Wei Ying, to pour his own wish for his brother’s happiness into the relationship, that it comes as a surprise when he finds that he genuinely does. Wei Ying is enthusiastic about so many things, and is able to tease Lan Wangji. He pouts when Lan Wangji insists on some arbitrary rule. He is warm to Lan Xichen, always inviting him to talk and listening attentively. He’s free with smiles and touches, and he is handsome.
And Lan Xichen can hear it through the walls of their adjoining bedrooms when Lan Wangji and Wei Ying are fucking.
I have a not-so-secret weakness for this particular threesome – rather unusual for my OTP-loving heart, but then, who could begrudge Lan Xichen happiness? This modern AU has the perfect combination of emotion and sizzling hot sex.