Re: ...has become a night of frolic! | 9-29-2017 "That's not what I was expectin' ye to say. Three of us? I'm actually happy this isn't some sort of weird cuck scenario."
Ronan's relief had caused Piotr to laugh, and Eva snickered as well. No, no cuckolding. She wouldn't want to be in that position, so she didn't assume anyone else would, either.
"I've jumped off higher cliffs into murkier water for you before and I'll do it again."
Their fingers interlocked for a moment, at her will. He'd squeezed her hand back and it had made the temporary trepidation in Zap's mind lessen a great deal. When Piotr spoke, she turned to face him, and his hand went to her leg. They were all connected now, through her. Eva smiled. "You still wanna fight the Colossus?" She asked Mars, a laugh in her voice. It was a callback to when she'd told him she wanted to date Piotr. Her free hand covered Pete's, and she raised her eyebrows at Ronan's revelation ("The Russian gets me."). He seemed happier - less tense. He was more sure of himself, at least.
"Please, yes, eat these cupcakes," the electokine urged, then shot Piotr a faux-dirty look. He'd criticized her baked goods and deemed them unnecessary overkill. She smirked, then her hands released the hands of the men in the room, and she sat back more easily in her chair. "Or do whatever with them," the Latina mused, dismissively. She'd gotten her cake, and intended to eat it too, and it had nothing to do with actual cakes. Piotr and Ronan were in a room with her alone, both willing to have cooperative, sexual encounters with her, because of mutual, real loving connections. She was happy. The door locked. Her lady parts clenched. She took a long, slow swallow, finishing her champagne.