Who: Elektra & Micah aka the Savage Yaxleys What: Everybody loves Angus. When: 31 January after practice Where: The Cottage Warnings: References to polyamory & threesomes?
Lex knew she wasn't back to 100% yet, but she felt close, and being up in the air felt like coming home. This is where she was happiest, where everything felt right. Even she had to do chaser drills for the rest of her days, it was better than being grounded. Even though practice had ended an hour ago, she was still smiling when she came out of the bathtub and found Micah reading on the sofa. She flopped down next to him and rested her head on his shoulder, flipping through the latest issue of Quidditch Quarterly.
“Hey, babes,” he kissed her temple as she settled in next to him. “You smell nice.” With Lex being back at practice, Micah had been all smiles. In fact, he was still all smiles, even now, because the high hadn’t worn off from seeing Lex back in action. Where she belonged. It was good. Better than good. Between Quidditch and Angus and being ranked top in the League, Micah really had nothing to complain about.
He set the magazine aside and gathered Lex more firmly into his arms. “So, Angus was talking to me on the journals. Privately.” Micah added, to clarify there’d been a ward within the ward of the three of them.
"Hmmm?" She asked, smiling as Micah readjusted her. It was amazing how much more herself she felt. Not to mention she was still on a high from Burns night. Lex looked up at Micah. "What was our beloved Scot going on about? Were you two comparing notes?"
Micah smiled at the memories flooding back. “He was...well, yes, he was saying he’d had a lovely time and all, but it was. A bit more serious than that?” He said slowly, thinking the words out loud as he spoke them. “It’s bothering him, a bit. That we’re married. That he’s not attracted to me but he is to you. That I’m fine with the two of you sleeping together…” Micah exhaled through his nose, almost a sigh. “I dunno. I just figured we should talk about it. And then talk to him. Eventually. When we figure out what to say.”
"I think he's scared," Lex said, playing with Micah's shirt. "I don't know if he'd be any more okay with it if we weren't married. Even if were dating and it wasn't exclusive, I'd still be 'Cap's girl' to him."
She bit her lip. "I… I don't know what to say, because everything I want to say will probably just scare him away. And I don't want to lose him as a friend.. I can't lose him as a friend.."
“You think so?” He raised an eyebrow, looking down at her, and then reconsidered. “I guess us being married could just be an excuse, that’s true.” Micah placed a kiss on top of Lex’s head. “We’re not going to lose him as a friend. You hear me? We’re not.” He tilted her chin up so she could see he had his Serious Face on.
She shrugged. "I don't know. I mean.. If you and I were casual, he might be okay being casual with me as well, but you and I haven't been casual since well…" She wasn't sure if you could ever call what they'd done casual.
"I know.. It's just… it was one of the best nights of my life and I…." she trailed off, not sure she could
admit her feelings.
For a while, they hadn’t been casual, even before their elopement. Micah couldn’t think of an exact time, either, but he knew what Lex was getting at. “Tell me, it’s all right,” he encouraged, rubbed her shoulder. “It was a great night.”
She interlaced their fingers and kissed the back of his hand. "I… it's not just flirting for me. Obviously he's still fit, but… I think I love him… still love him or whatever.. And that night… waking up between both of you… it felt pretty damn close to perfect.."
“Why were you so nervous to tell me that?” Micah asked after a moment, his expression soft, gentle.
“You can love more than one person. That doesn’t mean you love me less.” He squeezes her hand.
"Because nothing will come of it," she said softly. "I know we're persuasive, but I don't think Angus is the sort to make this an ongoing thing."
She kissed his cheek. "It's not that I was nervous to tell you… I'm just scared of how much I love him… and both of you."
“I know,” came the disappointed sigh. “You’re still scared of how much you love me, though?” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Don’t get me wrong - I was, for a while, and maybe sometimes I still am - but is this a. Constant thing? Something I should worry about?”
Lex chuckled. "No.. nothing to worry about. Just discovering new ways I love you every day. And the worst part is that it's not like it's unrequited but more the situation…"
She reached over took a sip of Micah's beer that was on the end table. "I can't help thinking of the what ifs… even if it's pointless.."
This placated Micah, and the tension in his shoulders fled as he scooped Lex’s legs into his lap. “Then I think you need to talk to Angus. If only to get closure, because this...isn’t healthy, love. Getting caught up in what-ifs.”
She settled against him. "Don't worry, I'm not mooning about what might have been… it's just…. My heart aches for him. I love him and while I wish he could be happy with us, I don't think that's going happen. He just… it seems like he's struggling a lot with this and I just want to make it easier for him. "
”Then I’m sorry you’re hurting,” he kissed the top of her head again, and hugged her close. It was different for Micah. For the most part, men weren’t always attractive. He’d never had the emotional connection with him that Lex did, hadn’t dated him. Angus was one of his closest friends, and had enjoyed that he’d joined them in bed for a time, but him not wanting to be with them, or even just with Lex didn’t hurt him the same way.
It hurt Micah to see Lex hurt. That was the bottom line, and he told her so. “I…don’t feel the same way towards Angus that you do,” he said slowly. “I love him in a different way. But that’s okay with me. I still think you should talk to him, though.”
"I know," she said softly, because she knew she was what joined them together in bed. She smirked. "Although if he'd shagged your brains out, well, you might feel like me."
She hadn't even expected Angus to join the two of them. "I don't want to make this worse for him."
He smirked. “Fair point.”
Micah leaned his head on top of Lex’s. “I know you don’t.”
Lex leaned into Micah, smiling at the way she and Micah just seemed to fit. On the couch, in quidditch, in their views on relationships… she knew she was damned lucky. "Maybe you're right… but I don't want to overwhelm him right now. Maybe when he's had some time to process. Although maybe we ought to send him flowers… or whiskey…"
“Mmmmm, I’m going to say no to flowers or whiskey. Give him some time, and let him know that you’re giving him some time so he’s not convinced you’re avoiding him, annnnd we’ll go from there,” Micah suggested instead. “From what he’s told me, he’s wrestling with this as much as you are.”
"More whiskey for us then," she said with a grin. "Although I am a tad bummed I didn't get to see the two of you together. Because to be honest, the thought of seeing you with another guy is very appealing…"
“That could potentially still be arranged,” he grinned back. “So. We’re agreed we’re getting a pet, then?”
"I look forward to it." She smirked, tugging the afghan over them. "A human one or a four legged one? I think so. We could go this weekend maybe? See which one you fall in love with.."
He rolled his eyes without malice. “Four-legged one. We talked about this.” Micah nodded, excited. “Sounds like a plan. See who claims us.”