Theophilia Flowers will make some tea. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} blackberrywine) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2013-07-28 02:44:00 |
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What: A date!
When: Sat 7/20
Where: Flowers B&B
Rating: PG-13 for snogs.
Status: Complete
The twins really liked date nights with Theo. Like, really liked them. Because they really liked Theo. Everything was easy and fun and perfect and whatever, they were kind of saps sometimes.
Currently, they were lounging around her living room area -- George on the couch and Fred draped over a chair like it'd been made to fit his lanky form.
"We brought some movies," he said, squinting at Theo thoughtfully. That shirt she was wearing looked really familiar.
“Oh, that’s sweet of y’all, you didn’t have to.” She flopped down on the floor, stretching one leg over her head to stretch out her back. “What did you bring?” She wondered if they could get away with being not too loud for an evening; she didn’t want to alarm any guests if they heard loud movies. Yes. The movie would be noisy. Nothing else.
Everything would be noisy. It wasn’t fun until they had Theo making noises they didn’t know women could even make.
Noting that Theo was taking up the floor for now, George stretched out over the remainder of the couch, just watching her stretch. It was weird and impressive.
“Comedies. Groundhog’s Day.” Bill Murray was god, okay? “Hot Fuzz. Something else... I dunno. How’s you’re half off B&B deal going?” Sometimes they got a little worried about the status of the pies.
“Oh, I love that movie!” Groundhog Day was a classic, and romantic comedies she liked were few and far between. “It’s goin’ good. A friend and his boyfriend are at one end of the hall. His boyfriend can eat, let me tell you. Two slices of apple pie the size of m’head, lordy.”
“Your apple pie is good,” Fred said with a leer that meant he probably wasn’t talking about real apple pie. Or maybe he was, it was always just so hard to tell exactly what he was going on about.
George rolled his eyes, because he did that sort of thing, and he was quite good at it thank you. But then he ruined it all by speaking, and he did that sort of thing well, too. “Yeah, that’s true.”
She chuckled, still stretching. “Y’all are double entendrin’, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” said one.
“No,” said the other.
It was planned. Because they were never really in disagreement. The twins smiled their Twin-y smile and then shrugged.
“C’mere,” said Fred, opening his arms wide and requiring every cuddle on the planet.
“Y’all are terrible,” she murmured, moving toward Fred and sitting on his lap. Her arms twined around his shoulders and she smiled at George, hoping he’d come sit as well.
“You like it.” Because if she didn’t they wouldn’t be. Or they wouldn’t be dating. Or something. Fred cuddled closer, tugging her nearer still and shamelessly nuzzling into her cleavage even as George pulled himself up from the couch and moved to sit on the arm of the chair. Of course they’d picked the tiny seat for all three of them because that made sense.
“I do. Very much.” She smiled, running her fingers through Fred’s hair and lightly massaging his scalp the way he liked. In doing so, she leaned back against George. The smaller chair really did make a worrying amount of sense.
Of course it did. Because it made no sense at all. Which was why it made sense. Or something. Shut up.
George was slowly mastering the art of massages by practice on Theo, and Fred was just already pretty decent at purring and cuddling. Win win for everyone, really.
“You hafta be up early?”
“Mmm, at four to make breakfast, but then I can come back to bed. Why do y’ask?” She ran lazy fingers over George’s knee, other hand still petting Fred. It really was like owning two cats.
They’d take that. Two purring cats who delighted in lazing in the sunshine and then going crazy and running about whenever they pleased. Sometimes they bit, too.
“Mm,” said Fred, closing his eyes and headbutting into her hand a little for harder pets. “Just wondering how late we can keep you up.”
George only giggled at that, before leaning forward to nibble on Theo’s neck. They had the ridiculous libido of teenagers still. Which was kinda fair, since they weren’t but in their early twenties.
Fred got more nails, and she closed her eyes at George’s nibbling. “Could always just stay up until breakfasttime then sleep all day.” She ran the B&B sure, but she had a staff. It technically didn’t need her.
“Sexy,” they both said at once, and it was clear by their tones that if they weren’t otherwise occupied, there might have been a little bit of eyebrow waggling in there.
Abruptly, Fred pulled her down for a proper sort of kiss. All tongue and teeth and nibbling and the sort of thing that made a kiss proper as opposed to homely or something like that.
Somehow they managed to still surprise her. She sighed contentedly, running her nails lightly down Fred’s back and following it up with a little bit of a healing spell. It looked a bit like sparks running over Fred and it made her smile. Everyone liked showing off.
Sometimes they were sure that Theo wasn't quite so understanding of how easily they were distracted, these two boys. As soon as George saw the sparks and light he gave a great, dramatic sort of gasp. "Oh, no. You've got to do that again! Show Fred for real!"
"Huhwhaz?" Said Fred who was annoyed because kissing and warm hands on his back and stupid George shut the hell up man.
That made Theo just giggle, and she smiled at Fred. “Do you have any cuts or bruises or scrapes or anything?” They were boys, they always had to have a scratch or something.
"Hum," Fred thought about it, idling a little because he doesn't pay attention to cuts and scrapes and things like that because he is a boy, and that sort of thing was natural, right? Rub some dirt on it, it'll be fine.
"Oh, yeah." He pulled up the leg of his jeans to reveal a scrape on his knee and grinned madly.
"From the squirt gun riots," George explained, probably needlessly. That'd been a fun night. And they'd made a complete killing in sales.
Theo beamed. “I figured y’all had fun that night.” She’d wanted to go, but she’d been fighting off a cold and had sat at home, nursing some tea. Fortunately, she’d woken up feeling fit as a fiddle.
When she saw the scrape, she held up her hands to show that she didn’t have a wand or anything in them. Then, she held a finger above Fred’s scrape. It looked like sparks came out of her finger as the flesh knitted back together.
It was kind of warm, a little tingly. Fred shivered in a way that said he thought it sort of pleasant. George ooohed and aaahed.
“That’s amazing,” they both said, and sounded completely sincere. How could they not? “Totally hot.” Again, nearly teenaged boys plus libido, thanks.
Theo just laughed. “Y’all are easy to impress.” She leaned forward to kiss them each in turn, cuddling close again.
“Lies,” Said Fred.
“Slander,” said George.
But they took their kisses anyway, and then one more each for good measure.
“Start the movie,” one of them said, and it didn’t matter much who. Their intention was to have noise that wasn’t them going on so that they could make noise.
Chuckling, Theo stood up and put the movie on, returning to the chair and sitting down on Fred’s lap, feet on George’s lap. “There. But y’all are.”
“Nuh-uh,” Both of them spoke at the same time, and shifted when she stood up so that they were pressed together at the shoulders on the little seat.
But they totally were, and they delighted in watching her bend over to put the dvd in. Fred still wanted to know why that shirt seemed familiar though.
She ran her fingers through their hair, settling down to curl up like a kitten over their laps. She had every intention of watching the movie; it was a good one after all. If they wanted to distract her, that was their business.
They could wait a little while - after all, there was nothing better than realizing that Groundhog’s day was a Thing. A thing that happened often. After that, it was anyone’s game.
Fred played with her hair and George absently scratched her back. “This is nice.”
Theo giggled at the little montage of Bill Murray killing himself over and over, nuzzling back into the boys. “This is nice.”
It was. They’d just said that. No need to be repetitive, Theo. Unless you want to. Then that’s fine.
The twins had a habit of just kind of dragging Theo around however they wanted, a bit like a doll. She seemed to like it, so they never stopped. Currently, Fred was pulling her up for a more proper sort of cuddle.
She actually thought it was kind of romantic. She helped Fred by scooting up a bit more onto his lap, snuggling into his neck and closing her eyes. The boys always smelled good, so she didn’t feel at all guilty when she started nibbling.
Guilt was overrated, anyway. Fred sighed a happy little sigh and tilted his head to the side a bit in order to give her space to work with. Which was easier said than done, since George’s head was on his other shoulder. Sometimes he felt ridiculously awesome with two people on him at the same time. Then again, so did George and Theo, probably.
George let out a snuff of a laugh -- either for no reason, or at the movie -- and petted Theo’s upper thigh - slow, a little teasing.
It was fun being on the tiny chair, because she could easily reach George’s shirt and start to unbutton it with one hand while nibbling on Fred’s throat with the other. They made this way too easy, and she giggled in excitement, anticipation, or both. Probably both.
Both. Both was good. And of course they made it too easy -- why wouldn’t they want it to be? Being difficult wasn’t exactly conducive to getting all the make outs and sex.
George helped her along, undoing the buttons at the bottom in order to meet her half way while Fred saw fit to work at the buttons on her shirt. Which might have been his now that he really thought on it.
She looked better in it anyway. George sat up to help Fred wiggle her out of the shirt, leaning forward to snog George. One thing that dating two boys had taught Theo was how to multitask and how to focus on two things outside of herself.
It was like an extra plus -- knowing how to divide one's’ attention span so cleanly. Once her shirt was off, Fred took the opportunity to tug his own off over his head (no button ups here, kids.) and then nudged her away from George for a kiss of his own so that his twin might follow suit in the de-shirting.
De-shirting should definitely be a real word if it wasn’t already.
It is now, dammit. Smiling, Theo moved so she was straddling Fred, cupping his cheeks and kissing him, pulling him closer. She just liked being as close as possible to her boyfriends. She did indeed love them, but was sort of glad that they’d thought she was silly.
She was just silly enough. Then again, so were they. Too serious was for other people. Boring people. Fred’s fingers curved happily around her waist until he could pull her forward more, until they were uneven, but flush.
George wriggled a little closer too -- kind of hard to do on the little chair, but they managed beautifully how they could. He rested a hand easily on Fred’s shoulder (everything was easy between Fred and George) while he nipped at the curve of Theo’s back.
Sighing, Theo leaned back against them George, smiling at how comfortable they were with each other. She liked that they were all happy and easy and the three of them were just in this bubble of joy. It made her run affectionate fingers over Fred’s cheeks, over George’s legs.
Well, if they were a bubble of something other than joy they probably would need to rethink their threesome. No one wanted to be in a bubble of despair. That was just depressing. “Mmph,” Fred said, approvingly. He turned his head to press kisses to her palm and then nibble at her fingers.
George just went for more touchy feely and direct, nibbling at her shoulder before undoing the hook of her bra with a sick sweet practiced move. Really, he was getting good at this. They both were.
She smiled, then giggled when George undid her bra quickly. “Y’all are getting too slick at this,” she laughed. “Soon you’ll be doin’ that in public.” She made a mental note to buy some rather complicated lingerie, just to tease them.
“Well,” Fred started, raising his eyebrows.
“Now that you’ve given of the idea of it,” George finished, and then they both giggled. Seriously though, now that she’d put the idea in their minds, they were going to treat it like a little game. There would be a score board and everything.
“I should learn to stop sayin’ things out loud ‘round y’all,” she laughed. Standing up, she wiggled out of her jeans, leaving her panties on before sitting back down on their laps. “Yet somehow, y’re my favorites.”
“Natural talent on our parts,” Fred assured, cupping her breasts and leaning in to kiss them.
“And because you not so secretly love it all,” George smiled, stealing a kiss.
Theo shivered. “Mmm, why be secret about things I’m very fond of?” She purred into George’s kiss, running her nails over his scalp. “I hate when y’all have to leave.”
“Do you?” Fred asked, sounding a little sad about it. They felt kind of weird about it too, some days. Theo completed their little ball of happy strangeness, and although they always had each other, sometimes the bed still seemed a little empty without. They both had the unfortunate circumstance of living where they worked, though.
George nosed at her cheek, almost playfully and hummed happily into the head scratching.
She almost wished there was a way to work everything out, but she purred a little at George’s kissing her cheek. She sighed happier when it moved to her neck. “I do. I wish there was a way to stay with y’all.” Theo didn’t care about living where she worked; she just wanted to be happy with her boys.
Fred was actually considering that with some obvious seriousness and thought -- and George seemed well aware of it enough to cover his making-out slack (golly, what a burden), offering kisses, touches and little purrs of his own at Theo.
Finally Fred twisted his lips and rose his eyebrows. “We can visit more. But I’ve gotta weird idea I can work on. Soon. Promise.”
“Mmhmm,” Theo smiled, half hearing him. George was doing this amazing thing with her bottom lip, so she just sort of grabbed Fred by the back of the head and helped tip him toward her cleavage. She doubted he’d mind.
Really, he didn’t. He showed his complete lack of minding by kissing and licking carefully around each of her nipples. He did not blow raspberries, and he was sure he deserved all the points on the planet for it. Because damn.
George looked curious about what Fred was considering -- it was always odd when they weren’t on the exact same page -- but shrugged it off in order to settle a hand in Fred’s hair -- gripping tightly even as he bit Theo’s ear lobe.
She wouldn’t have minded if he had motorboated her; it always made her giggle. Turning her head again to snog George, she figured she’d just appreciate the time she had with them then, and make sure she got them to come over more often.
Something that they didn’t mind doing at all -- although sometimes it was difficult to get the both of them together when it came to work days. It was a bit a shame and even they didn’t seem to like it.
“Mmph,” Fred got greedy, pushing his way into their kiss until his nose bumped against both Theo and George’s, and he could taste them both.
That made Theo giggle, and she pulled Fred closer, lightly nipping his lower lip and running her fingers over his skinny ribs. She liked kisses best this way, all of them laughing and just enjoying being close to each other.
The twins hated being serious when they didn’t absolutely have to, and they were more than pleased to have found someone who agreed with that particular sentiment. Sex was wonderful, but it didn’t have to be dramatic. Everything was best when laughter was included.
“I think,” said George.
“We should move to the couch,” Fred finished and agreed both.
“Probably,” Theo agreed, standing up and windmilling her arms when her balance was a little off due to her zipper being down. That made her laugh, and she moved to settle on the couch.
The twins followed -- George slipping onto the couch normal like next to her and Fred tumbling over the back of it to cram around them both, wild with laughter for no reason other than because he felt like it.
Theo only added to Fred’s laughter by starting to tickle him, giggling to herself and kissing George’s neck contentedly. Cuddle piles were a pretty good way to have a night in.
Fred rolled around in order to avoid tickles (they always started fun and then ended terribly), nipping at Theo’s fingers and curling out until he was settled on top of George.
“You’re ridiculous,” George told his twin between kisses, and he didn’t sound like he minded at all. And why would he? They were practically the same person.
Theo smiled at them, feeling ridiculously fond. She just liked watching them cuddle sometimes; they seemed so happy, so perfect nestled together, like a yin and yang that wouldn’t be the same without the other.
“You’re doing that look again,” Fred told Theo pointedly. That look. You know. The one. It was a bit sappy. Not that they really minded. But still. It seemed like a good enough excuse to pull her down on top of them, kissing and nuzzling. One of these days the boys would figure out what it meant to rush, but it wasn’t going to be today.
“I can’t help it, no more’n you two can help bein’ all adora - “ But she was cut off by nuzzling and kissing them, a pile of red hair and pale limbs.