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The room pulsed with heat even after everything had gone still.
Sheets tangled around their legs, pillows shoved halfway off the bed, the air thick with the scent of sweat, skin, and the faint trace of Amanda's perfume. Golden lamplight painted soft shadows across their bare bodies, highlighting every curve, every kiss-marked inch.
Amanda lay sprawled in the middle of the bed, her hair wild against the pillow, chest rising slow and deep. Her skin glowed, still damp in places, and her swim trunks had long since disappeared—replaced by nothing but skin and satisfaction.
On one side, Ericka curled into her like she belonged there. Her lips grazed Amanda's shoulder, trailing slow, lazy kisses as her fingers danced circles across Amanda's abs.
On the other, Ava rested with one leg thrown over Amanda's hips, her fingertips tracing the sharp line of Amanda's jaw while she gazed up at the ceiling like she couldn't believe what just happened.
No one said anything at first. The only sound was the whisper of the sheets and the soft rustle of bodies shifting to be closer. To stay touching.
Then Amanda let out a breath—low and warm. "Y'all alive?"
Ericka hummed against her neck. "Barely."
Ava let out a dreamy sigh. "I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow... but yeah, I'm good."
Amanda smirked. "That sounds like a compliment."
"It was," Ericka said, lifting her head to press a kiss just below Amanda's jaw. "You ruined me."
Ava laughed softly, brushing her fingers down Amanda's collarbone. "I feel like I just got spiritually reorganized."
Amanda chuckled, turning her head to look at her. "Spiritually reorganized, huh?"
"Mhm," Ava whispered. "Like my soul just had a damn spa day—with a happy ending."
Amanda tilted her head and kissed her, slow and sweet. "I like being your aftercare."
Ericka shifted against her, her voice lower. "You didn't just take care of us... you owned us."
Amanda raised an eyebrow. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
"It's not," they both said, almost in unison.
Amanda smirked. "Good. Because I meant every second of it."
She reached for Ericka's hand and brought it to her lips, kissing her knuckles one by one. "You... with that smug grin in the pool, thinking I wasn't going to notice."
Ericka blushed. "I was trying to provoke you."
Amanda turned her head, just enough to catch her eyes. "You succeeded."
Then she looked at Ava, who was practically glowing, her cheeks flushed, hair a beautiful mess. "And you... with those puppy eyes, like you didn't know exactly what you were doing."
Ava grinned. "What can I say? I play innocent really well."
Amanda leaned over and kissed her again—deeper this time, more possessive—until Ava whimpered into her mouth. Then she pulled back and whispered, "But you're not innocent. Not anymore."
Ericka's laugh was soft and warm as she pressed a kiss to Amanda's chest. "You're awful."
Amanda stretched out with a satisfied sigh. "And yet, here you both are, wrapped around me like I'm the best thing you've ever touched."
Ava rested her chin on Amanda's shoulder, staring into her eyes. "That's because you are."
Amanda blinked, caught slightly off guard by how sincere it sounded—how real.
She softened. "You're not so bad yourselves."
Ericka kissed her again—soft and slow—then whispered, "You make me feel safe. Desired. Free."
Amanda held her gaze, her voice low. "That's all I ever want to give you."
Ava leaned in, her voice playful again. "And orgasms. Let's not forget those."
Amanda burst out laughing. "How could I possibly forget?"
She reached around and pulled them both in tighter, her arms draped over their bodies, her lips brushing both foreheads.
"I like this," Amanda said after a beat. "The calm. The weight of you two right here. It feels like... peace."
Ericka nestled closer. "It feels like home."
Ava sighed dreamily. "Can we stay like this forever?"
Amanda chuckled. "Only if you promise not to tease me into another round."
Ericka grinned. "No promises."
Ava smirked. "That sounds like a challenge."
Amanda rolled her eyes, pulling the covers up over their legs. "Y'all are lucky I'm too tired to put you both back in your place."
"You can put me anywhere," Ava whispered, winking.
Ericka laughed. "And I'll stay wherever you leave me."
Amanda groaned with a smile. "You're insufferable."
"But you love it," Ericka said.
Amanda looked between them—two women tangled beside her, lips kiss-bruised, hearts open.
"Yeah," she said softly. "I really do."
And with that, she let her eyes fall closed, her arms wrapped tight around them both, the warmth of the night still clinging to their skin.
Golden sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains, bathing the penthouse bedroom in soft, honeyed warmth.
The sheets were a tangle of white linen and bare limbs.
Last night's heat still clung to the air—an invisible memory of skin pressed to skin, whispered names, and pleasure that had long since faded into slow-breathing calm.
Amanda lay in the middle, sprawled across the bed like a goddess undone, one arm resting across Ava's hip and the other stretched toward Ericka.
Her body moved in gentle waves with each breath, the curve of her thigh just barely exposed beneath the covers, her lips parted, curls sprawled in every direction like a halo of chaos and comfort.
Ericka had been awake for a while.
Not fully awake, not in the way that meant moving or thinking—just present.
Watching Amanda. Breathing her in. Letting her fingertips trace invisible lines down the smooth slope of Amanda's waist. Sometimes, she let her knuckles skim Amanda's lower belly, the softness there making her feel protective.
Other times, she just watched the rise and fall of her chest, transfixed by the way Amanda looked when completely vulnerable.
Unable to resist any longer, Ericka leaned over and pressed a kiss to Amanda's shoulder. Then another, trailing her lips slowly up toward Amanda's neck. Her hand slid under the sheet, resting low on Amanda's hip, fingers gliding across the curve of her body like she was something sacred.
Amanda stirred, the smallest sigh falling from her lips.
"You better keep going," she murmured, eyes still closed. "You stop now, I'll think you changed your mind."
Ericka smiled against her skin. "I've never wanted anything more."
She pressed a kiss just beneath Amanda's ear, then ran her nose along the edge of her jaw. "You smell like heaven."
Amanda chuckled, her hand reaching to pull Ericka closer without even opening her eyes. "You're corny in the morning."
"You love it."
"I love the way your thighs feel against mine," Amanda said with a smirk.
Ericka let out a low hum and slipped a leg between Amanda's, pressing her thigh up just enough to tease.
Their kiss was slow at first—unhurried, like morning honey. Then it deepened, Ericka's tongue sliding against Amanda's, her hand moving higher beneath the sheet until it rested just beneath Amanda's breast, thumb brushing the soft curve there.
Amanda arched subtly into the touch, and that was when the soft groan broke the silence.
Ava stirred next to them, her eyes still closed, voice scratchy. "Y'all are already making out?"
Amanda turned her head lazily, still breathless. "You mad?"
Ava opened one eye and smiled. "No. But I want in."
She crawled forward slowly, draping herself over Amanda's other side like a blanket, her cheek against Amanda's chest. Her fingers slipped beneath the sheet and found Amanda's inner thigh, caressing her slowly.
Ericka leaned over and kissed Ava—just one kiss at first, but Amanda's hand slid up both their backs, drawing them in tighter until the three of them were tangled in one another again.
"Y'all don't play fair," Amanda whispered, eyes fluttering closed as hands roamed over her stomach, her ribs, her thighs.
"Neither do you," Ericka said. "You're just too good to keep to ourselves."
"You love being the center of attention," Ava added, her hand now tracing small circles on Amanda's lower abdomen, lips brushing softly against Amanda's sternum.
Amanda sighed contentedly. "I like being held. Touched. Wanted."
"You are," Ericka whispered, pressing a kiss to Amanda's collarbone. "Deeply."
Ava nuzzled into Amanda's side, her leg hooking over Amanda's hips. "You don't have to earn it. You just have to let it in."
Amanda pulled them both in tighter, fingers curling into their hair. "You two are ruining me."
"No, baby," Ericka said, brushing her nose along Amanda's cheek. "We're showing you how it's supposed to feel."
They stayed like that—kissing in turns, stroking bare skin, trading soft words and softer touches.
Amanda's hands wandered—down Ava's spine, across Ericka's hip, fingertips dragging slowly to stir goosebumps.
Ava pressed slow kisses to Amanda's ribs while Ericka kissed the inside of her wrist, then each fingertip like a quiet devotion.
Their breathing was slow. Their bodies warm. Time didn't exist.
At one point, Amanda lifted her arms above her head in a stretch, baring more skin than either woman could ignore. Ericka's hand slid up the center of Amanda's torso, palm gliding over the swell of her breast before she leaned down and kissed the skin there, just beside her nipple.
"You're trouble," Amanda whispered, voice low and teasing.
"You love trouble," Ericka murmured.
Ava's lips found Amanda's belly. "Let us keep touching you. Please."
Amanda let out a shaky breath. "Don't stop."
And they didn't. Not for a while.
Eventually, Amanda groaned softly, her body humming and heavy. "Okay... okay. I need food or I'm gonna pass out."
Ericka kissed her one last time, long and deep, then whispered, "We'll feed you."
Ava licked her lips and gave Amanda a playful look. "Only if you stay like this the whole time. Bare, glowing, and bossy."
Amanda smirked, pulling the sheets up halfway, even though she didn't plan to get dressed. "Y'all can touch me while we cook. But pancakes first."
"Deal," Ericka said, trailing her nails down Amanda's back as she slowly got up from the bed.
Amanda sat up slowly, stretching her arms overhead, and both women admired the arch of her spine, the lines of her body still flushed from sleep and love.
"You're gonna kill us looking like that," Ava said.
Amanda turned, half-cocked smile in place. "Then I guess I'll have to kiss you back to life."
Ericka smirked. "We're holding you to that."
Amanda reached for both their hands. "Then let's go. Before I forget how to walk."
They slipped out of bed together, still tangled in each other's space, still touching, still teasing. The sun poured in as they made their way to the kitchen—three hearts, one pulse, and a morning that still hadn't quite let go of the night.