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WHO: Gretchen Watkins, Trevor Scabior & Natalie McDonald
WHAT: a ... meeting of the minds, so to speak
WHERE: Scabior Manor
WHEN: Saturday night
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: Lots of hot hot sex/NC17/Finished log

Apparating into the house, Gretchen shucked her robes, tossing them over the back of a chair. “Trevor?” she called, wandering into the living room. He wasn’t there, which meant he was either not at home or more likely in the room he’d adopted as his pseudo study. She had plans for tonight, and hoped he was in a good mood. Ever since the other night, at the pub, with Natalie, Gretchen hadn’t been able to get the image of the three of them out of her mind. It was getting rather distracting. She knew Trev, and knew he wasn’t entirely comfortable with being confronted with the reality of her sleeping with people other than him. She, unfortunately, understood all too well, given her reaction to Delaney. But her plan was different. It wasn’t as though Trev was going to just watch her shag someone, or hear about it afterwards, he was going to be a participant!

Pushing into the crowded room he sometimes worked from, Gretchen smiled at the sight that greeted her; Trevor, leaning back in his chair, deep asleep and snoring lightly. She rolled her eyes good naturedly and crossed the room, straddling his lap gently. Reaching forward, she tangled her fingers through his hair and pressed herself against him, snogging him deeply.

There were a number of things that Trevor did not like waking up to, a sexy ginger snogging him was certainly not on that particular the list, more the opposite. He woke up with she straddled him, rousing more when she gripped his hair and by the time her lips were on his he was quite awake. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, sitting up straighter as he snogged her.

Gretchen took her time kissing Trevor, loving the feel of his arms around her, tugging her close. By the time she pulled back, she was grinning widely, a lazy smile curving her lips. “Pleasant dreams?” she asked, stroking her fingers absently though his hair.

“Pleasant enough,” he grunted, squeezing her waist. “What ‘ave you been up to?” He glanced around, looking for a clock, unsure how long he’d been asleep. “Making me gold?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow to match his sly grin and slapped her thigh.

“Well now I’m here,” she smiled and waggled her eyebrows. “You don’t need to dream anymore.” At his question, she arched up against him and dug in her pocket, producing a bulging leather wallet. “I always make you gold, Scabior,” she said, dangling the small purse between them.

Trevor grinned and let go of Gretchen long enough to relieve her of the purse and glance at the take greedily. “That’s what I love about you,” he joked, fingering the gold coins inside the bag before tossing it on the desk. He grinned again at the heavy clink on the desk before looking back up at her and running a hand through her hair to rest at the back of her neck. “It all went well?” He asked, expecting nothing but a straightforward answer.

“Always does with me, doesn’t it?” she responded, her grin wider for a fraction of a moment after his praise before she managed to swallow it. “I am clearly your most valued employee,” she ran her fingers up his suspenders, toying with them. “I deserve a pay rise. Or a little plaque or something.”

Snorting lightly, Trevor rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” he joked, leaning back in his chair. He played idly with her hair, leaving his hand resting where it was as he tugged gently on her hair, twisting it through his fingers. “Any day now.”

“Some sort of recognition, at least.” she danced her fingers up his chest and hitched her hips closer to him. “You should tell me how amazing I am.” Leaning back in his arms, she grinned expectantly. “Go on!”

“Fine. You’re fuckin’ amazing,” he groused, rolling his eyes at her insistence. “I recognise you plenty, don’t I?” He added, shifting his hips pointedly.

Grinning widely, Gretch leaned forward and snogged him soundly. “You fuck me, love.” she smiled and dipped her head, pressing her lips against his neck. “It’s not quite the same thing.”

“Says who?” He asked with a cheeky grin as he ground against her again.

Pressing down against him, Gretchen took a moment before she responded, making sure her voice was level. “Well, you do shag me rather well,” she allowed, kissing up towards his ear. “I sometimes feel selfish,” she lied, smoothly, her lips against his skin. “Keeping all that to myself.”

“And what,” he asked, craning his head to the side to give Gretchen all the room she wanted to lavish attention to his neck. “Is so wrong with being selfish? Nothing wrong with it, is there?”

Gretchen paused, concentrating on kissing him for a moment before she pulled back slightly. “Well no,” she began, winding herself closer to him and grinning. “It’d be for the greater good.” Grinding her hips against him, she allowed herself to let out a little gasp. “I can think of a few people who would benefit from a night with you.”

“I’m fuckin’ amazing,” Trevor pointed out, tightening his hold on her hair, tugging it firmly, just enough to pull her head back before he leaned in to snog her again. “Who wouldn’t fuckin’ benefit from that?”

Making a muffled noise, Gretchen moved with his tug, loving the feel of his fingers in her hair. “Natalie would,” she gasped, after a moment, the words slipping out as she ducked her head and pressed kisses to the other side of his neck. “She’d benefit quite a lot, I think.”

“Maybe I don’t want to fuck ‘er,” he growled, gripping her hip firmly. “Maybe I just want to fuck you.” He accented his point by tugging her hair again, harder this time, and did his best to keep from pressing her against the desk and fucking her there. Dragging it out was just too fun to skip over completely.

Gretchen frowned slightly, struck between being pleased at his admission and disappointed that he hadn’t latched onto the idea of shagging Natalie. She momentarily wished she was more of a girl, that she could whimper or quiver her lower lip and cause Trevor to cave in to her demands. “She’s coming round tonight,” she explained, her fingers itching to unzip his pants. “I thought you might want to spend some time with us.”

“What, I ‘ave to be on my best behaviour again?” Trevor groused, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, alright,” a sly grin spread across his lips as he considered his prospects. “But you gotta make it worth my while.”

Relieved, Gretchen smiled, leaning forward and kissing him lightly. “Made it worth your while last time, didn’t I?” she asked, pressing against him.

“Not complaining,” he agreed, cheeky smile spreading his face as he took the kiss and pulled her back in for another, deeper one. “Time before she comes over?” He asked, inching a hand up to grope her breast.

Arching against him, Gretchen let out a low moan, wishing she’d told Natalie to come by later, or that she’d finished up her work earlier or anything that meant that Trevor could be fucking her right now. “Soon,” she managed, after a moment, wondering if her disappointment showed on her face, unable to stop from returning his kiss, her fingers tugging at his zipper. “I told her to come up the front,” she had to think about the potential fun that lay ahead and not the way it felt when Trev bent her over his desk. “Hope no one gets overzealous and stuns her.”

“Soon isn’t now,” Trevor pointed out, hooking his arms around her legs to lift her up off his lap. If she hadn’t thought to inform the guards that they shouldn’t hex the perky blond that wandered innocently up the walk that was her own downfall. At least Trevor had the excuse of not being aware when Verity had wandered in. “And she can wait,” he growled against her neck as he dropped her on the desk firmly and pulled her legs on either side of him, roughly pushing her skirt up.


Natalie paced around the sitting room, looking around in continued surprise at how impressive the house was. She knew she shouldn’t have been too surprised, given the impressive flat she’d been in up to that point, but a manor was always a different story. She’d been let into the house by a scruffy looking male roughly her own age who did little more than point her toward the room she was now in and tell her Gretchen would be down in a moment before he Apparated away. She liked to think she wasn’t the nosiest of people but even her curiosity was piqued a little about what it was that Trevor did. He certainly didn’t look like the type that brought business home and could cultivate such a cushy lifestyle.

She shrugged her jacket off and tossed it over the back of a worn, leather chair. Stopping in front of a book case to examine the titles, she turned when she heard a door open nearby and smiled expectantly.

Gifford knew enough not to enter any room without announcing himself, so Gretchen was able to locate her shirt and mostly wrench her twisted skirt back into place before crossing the room on wobbly legs. The boy, she wasn’t sure how old he was but she couldn’t help thinking of him as a boy, informed her that Nat was waiting for her before leaving after she nodded her thanks.

Opening the door, she turned back to Trevor, reaching out her hand for him as he strode towards her. She raised up on her toes and tugged his mussed hair, which she realised (although didn’t care) must look only slightly better than hers, and kissed him, before dropping to her feet and giving his hand a tug, leading him down towards the sitting room and Nat.

Natalie’s smile warmed when she saw Gretchen and very quickly turned to one of amusement at the state of the couple. “Alright,” she greeted, stepping toward the red head and kissed her softly, one hand brushing across her cheek and through her messy hair. She glanced over at Trevor and watched him light up a cigarette and stoop down to fetch a bottle of whiskey from a cupboard across the room. “Good night?” she teased, lifting an eyebrow playfully.

Matching Nat’s grin, Gretchen ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it back into some semblance of neat. “So far, yeah,” she glanced towards Trevor, her smile widening slightly as she watched him grab three glasses. “Maybe it’ll get better,” she jerked her chin towards the couch and settled down, assuming the other woman would follow.

Natalie watched Gretchen watching Trevor and smiled happily, the other woman didn’t seem to get it but the excited expression she got when she looked at him gave her away easily. “It’ll get better,” she assured her, running a hand along the other woman’s arm as she followed her to the couch and settled beside her.

Smirking from post-coital bliss, Trevor lit his cigarette and let the women have their greeting, happy to ignore it as he sought out the more important booze. He found his favourite whiskey and grabbed three glasses before joining the pair already settled on the sofa.

“‘Ere,” he said, falling down beside Gretchen and pouring whiskey into two of the glasses and passing them over. He filled a third for himself and recapped the bottle, resting it beside him on the sofa as he kicked his feet up onto the coffee table.

Passing Nat’s whiskey over, Gretchen took a long sip and settled back in the couch. Although still giddy from the fucking she’d just received, she wasn’t yet reckless enough that she thought it was a good idea to pull the other two close, so she merely sat back and sipped at her drink. “‘Eard you guys lost,” she said, to Nat, unintentionally dropping her h and raising her glass at the other woman. “Sorry.”

“Aye,” Natalie lifted her glass to clink Gretchen’s and shook her head at the defeat. “Not the worst loss, though. Better than the last match.” She knocked back her drink, down all but a sip or two in one go. “Our chasers are on, I only let a couple in, our reserve seeker though,” she sighed and shook her head again. “That’s what’s killing us out there.”

Following Nat’s lead, Gretchen swallowed the remainder of her whiskey, then reached across Trevor to snag the bottle. She refilled Natalie’s glass, then hers before recapping and replacing the bottle, making sure to run her fingers across Trev’s leg as she settled back. “Get a new one?” she suggested, not wanting to discuss the Harpies’ old seeker. She’d read the Prophet and although she hadn’t asked Trevor for confirmation, she was fairly certain that the seeker was the one Carrow had asked for in exchange for her.

That thought wasn’t exactly a cheerful, sexy thought and Gretch frowned slightly, knocking back her drink and holding out her hand for the bottle again.

“No point in keeping that one,” Trevor piped in to add, taking the bottle back possessively, jerking it away after Gretchen set it down and popped the top off, drinking directly from it before pouring a glass. His small grin at the contact blew his gruff facade however and went back to his role of peanut gallery, drinking and smoking and letting the two women carry on with the conversation.

“That’s Johnson’s call,” Natalie explained, nodding a thanks at the top up. “I suppose that’s what it’s coming to, I’d say she’s giving our reserve a chance but there are only so many matches in a season we can afford to lose.”

She took another sip and laid her hand on Gretchen’s thigh, watching her for a moment before pressing a soft kiss to her neck.

Gretchen opened her mouth to respond, to redirect the conversation when Natalie ducked her head. Acting instinctively, she tilted her head to the side to allow Nat as much access as she liked and tangled her fingers through the woman’s hair. Shifting slightly, she moved closer to Trevor, setting her glass down on the table behind the couch. She hadn’t heard Trevor make a noise and, striving to include him, dropped her hand onto his leg and squeezed.

Happy to have the open invitation, Natalie scooted up on the couch and closer to Gretchen. She wrapped an arm around the other woman’s waist as she sucked lightly on her neck. As excited as she was about Gretchen’s offer she was well aware how much more excited the red head was over the prospect of a threesome. And as much as she enjoyed sex and the physical and other people she enjoyed the chance to make someone else happy even more. Considering the situation, she continued kissing Gretchen’s neck but let her fingers brush against Trevor’s side, down and coming to rest on his thigh overlapping Gretch’s.

Trevor glanced over when the conversation died and the kissing started and did his best not to grump. He’d had his way with Gretchen just fifteen minutes prior and he was still sated and content from that. He knew that Gretchen might have her little liaison with the blond but that no one could satisfy her like he could.

He took a drag on the cigarette and let out a puff of smoke before taking another swig from the bottle, aware of the hands on him but not recognising them just yet.

Her eyes fluttering shut, Gretchen gave Nat a little tug, tumbling the woman into her lap. Her fingers still in the blonde’s hair, she pulled her close, kissing her soundly. Trevor still hadn’t made a noise, but Gretchen figured he couldn’t ignore them for much longer. And if he did decide to be childish and ignore them, she still had Nat to play with for the rest of the night.

Natalie gave a soft squeak of surprise but went along happily when she was tugged forward. She let herself slide into Gretchen’s lap and pressed up against her as she was snogged, letting the kiss drag on long and slow, in no hurry. She thought of Trevor beside them and acted for Gretchen when they finally broke apart, leaning over to catch Trevor’s cheek and pull him into a matching kiss. He responded after a moment, snogging her back as her hand reached up to stroke Gretchen’s neck.

Making to kiss Nat again when she pulled back, Gretchen was completely surprised when the woman turned her attentions to Trevor. Although she’d thought this was what she wanted, seeing Trev snog someone else sent a spike of possessiveness shooting through her and when they broke, she ducked her head, tangling her fingers through his hair and tugging him close to press her lips against him, kissing him deeply.

This was more attention getting to Trevor, being pulled about into kisses. There was something about the forceful, possessive way that Gretchen yanked him toward her that caused him to smirk and find a new interest in the proceedings. He rested his glass against his leg and used his newly free hand to hold the back of Gretchen’s head as he snogged her. He kissed her soundly, dragging it out as long as he could before sitting back with a smug grin and puffed on his cigarette.

Feeling proud of herself, Gretchen tucked herself against Trevor and turned her attentions back to Natalie. She wrapped her arm around the blonde’s waist, snogging her deeply and slipping her hands under her shirt. Letting out a little noise into the kiss, Gretchen slithered her fingers up the bare skin of Nat’s back, unclasping her bra and moving her hand around to roughly palm her breast.

Natalie let out a soft whimper at the attention, arching into Gretchen’s touch. She leaned back against Trevor and let the other woman continue to grope her. Her hands reached up, wrapping around both Trevor and Gretchen’s necks, playing lightly with their hair as she enjoyed the attention.

Trevor looked over the blond at Gretchen, who looked completely enthralled with what was going on, and grinned. He reached behind him to stab out the cigarette and took one last long swig from the bottle before setting it on the table behind with the rest of their things. He leaned over Natalie and caught Gretchen in another kiss, snogging her firmly as she made her little blond gasp.

This was even better than she’d imagined and much better than it had been last time she’d attempted something with more than one partner. Trev pulled back from her and she loosed a breath which sounded suspiciously like his name before twisting towards Nat and tugging her shirt and bra off.

Ducking her head, she moved, kissing her way down Nat’s chest before she wrapped her lips around the woman’s nipple, her other hand reaching for Trevor.

Natalie moaned again, pressing closer to Gretchen’s mouth, eager for more attention suddenly. She shifted on their laps and twisted her head to catch Trevor in another kiss.

As much as Trevor wanted to keep snogging Gretch, he discovered a new found interest in watching her lavish attention on Natalie. The way she was so excited to make the younger woman squirm and moan aroused him more than he’d have thought. He kissed Natalie hungrily, his hand tangling into Gretchen’s hair to encourage her attention to Natalie’s breast.

Feeling the pressure on her neck, Gretch moved with Trevor’s touch, wrapping her arms around Nat’s waist and switching her attention to her other breast. Though this wasn’t what she’d had in mind, the two of them directing their attentions to Natalie, she found she liked it. Her fingers found their way around Nat’s waist, popping the button on her jeans and taking her time dragging the zipper down.

Trevor found himself growing more aroused as he watched Gretchen. He didn’t fail to notice her hand tugging at the blond’s fly and he decided this needed a better location. “Gretch,” he muttered softly, tugging her hair once before he let go of it, simply because he preferred it mussed. He jerked his head up, suggesting they move things to a more interesting location.

Reluctantly pulling back from Natalie’s perky breasts, Gretch met Trevor’s eyes. The look on his face caused her grin to reappear and she raised her chin, kissing him quickly before turning to Nat. She tickled her fingers down Nat’s back, grabbing her arse and mimicking Trevor’s gesture.

Natalie’s eyes fluttered back open when Gretchen pulled away and looked between them for a moment, confused. She wasn’t quite ready for the fun to end and she certainly hadn’t expected it to end like that. But she caught the nods and simply nodded and smiled, sliding off their laps to let them up as well. Her pants were already opened and loose and she shimmied out of them, kicking them aside with her shirt and bra, leaving her clad in nothing but her knickers.

Trevor watched Natalie strip further and let his eyes run over her small curves appreciatively. He had to admit, Gretchen’s taste in women certainly appealed to his own. He plucked up the bottle from the couch and took a long swig before he turned a cheeky grin to Gretchen. “Well,” he said, gesturing with the bottle towards the stairs. “Come on, now,” he said, slapping her arse for good measure.

It was a little difficult for Gretchen to watch the expression on Trevor’s face as Natalie slipped off her pants, and before heading for the stairs, she grabbed him, tugging him close and raising up onto her toes to snog him solidly. Once she felt satisfied, she dropped down and waggled her fingers at the other woman, linking them through Natalie’s once she got close enough.

She lead the way upstairs, putting a little more wiggle into her hips than was strictly necessary, purely for Trevor’s benefit. Reaching the top of the stairs, she paused momentarily, unsure whether to continue on to her room or Trev’s, masking the indecision by grabbing and snogging Nat. Trevor’s room, she decided, eagerly tugging the other woman that way. It was grander, larger, the bed was much more comfortable.

She pushed into his room, pulling Natalie down to the bed with her, yanking off her own top and stepping out of her skirt, glad she’d chosen to forgo underwear that day. Straddling the other woman, she picked up where she’d left off downstairs, ducking her head and pressing kisses down towards her pert breasts.

Trevor’s grin stayed firmly in place as he watched Gretchen retreat upstairs, a sight he never got tired of watching. He followed up the stairs, halting only when the other two took a break to snog. He placed a hand on the small of Gretchen’s back, pushing her along after a moment.

Gretchen launched into the room with enthusiasm, stripping and pinning Natalie to the bed, it brought out a smile of mild surprise and he took a drink as he walked around the bed. Kicking off his shoes, Trevor pulled off his socks and pushed his braces as he fell onto the bed, laying parallel beside them and ran his hand down Gretchen’s back.

Grinding her hips down against Natalie, Gretchen couldn’t decide between arching up against Trev’s hand or pressing down and enjoying the feeling of Nat’s bare skin against hers. She twisted slightly, turning her head towards Trevor and capturing his lips, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt even as her hips moved against Nat’s.

Natalie let out a happy laugh, giddy with excitement as she fell back onto the bed and squirmed under Gretchen’s hold. She’d made a point to try and divide her attention between Gretchen and Trevor but she suddenly found it difficult to do anything other than run her fingers through Gretchen’s hair and hold back a moan when the kisses stopped.

Her eyes opened when Gretchen pulled back and she ran her hands along Gretchen’s body, taking advantage of the moment to slowly caress her way up to her breasts. Gretchen’s body was fantastic and her attitude made her even sexier, Natalie thought as she palmed her breasts roughly. But as sexy as she generally was she was at a new level tonight.

Reluctant to move from straddling Natalie, Gretch tugged impatiently at Trevor’s shirt, giving up on dexterity and yanking, popping buttons and moving her fingers down to the button on his pants. “Off,” she ordered, her voice breathy as she unzipped his pants before turning her attentions to Natalie, cupping the woman’s face and ducking her head to snog her. She needed more than this and after a few moments, she gripped Nat’s hips and rolled them over, pulling Natalie on top of her.

Tugged over, Natalie moved across Gretchen eagerly. She pulled down her own knickers before she started trailing kisses down Gretchen’s body, folding to her knees next to the bed to dive into her pussy, licking her clit with a soft moan.

Happy to oblige her, Trevor got off the bed long enough to finish stripping, leaving his boxers and trousers on floor when he rejoined Gretchen. He watched Natalie’s head for a moment before he ran his fingers through her hair, tangling them and holding her head where it was as he snogged Gretchen.

Arching her back, Gretchen reached down for Nat’s head, finding Trevor’s hand there already. She stroked her fingers along his, the feel of him against her spiking her arousal. “Merlin, Trevor,” she moaned, unsure who’s name she should be calling, but figuring Trev was a safe bet. She knew Trevor knew what she liked, could tell what every noise she made meant; they’d been sleeping together for long enough that he had to and just the knowledge that he was guiding Natalie between her legs made everything much hotter.

Even though she’d just been thoroughly fucked not thirty minutes before this, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could last. Natalie was very good at what she was doing and although Gretch wanted to reach down and wrap her fingers around Trev, she let out a low groan and dropped her head back to the bed, thrusting up against Nat and coming.

Trev couldn’t help but smirk, watching Gretchen come so easily. He felt Natalie start to pull back but held her head firmly, stroking her hair to encourage her to stay, knowing Gretch would come again and more than happy to wait for it.

Natalie felt she knew Gretchen fairly well by this point, she’d been with her several times and was always keen when it came to observing others. Trevor was a wild card to her, she’d only been around him twice now and she couldn’t help but stiffen slightly when she felt him pushing back against her head. She wasn’t worried but she felt a moment of uncertainty and flicked her eyes up toward him, only to find his gaze firmly on the other woman. She sucked on Gretchen’s clit and used her teeth lightly, waiting for another moan.

Pressing back against the bed, Gretchen offered up a smirk of her own, after a few tries. “You could learn a few things from her,” she managed, her voice husky. Although she loved fucking Trevor, Natalie would definitely win this portion if this were some sort of competition. She moved her hips, letting out a groan in the form of Nat’s name before reaching up and tugging Trevor closer.

Trevor leaned over to snog Gretchen, rolling onto his side and stretching out beside her as Natalie finished sucking on her and laid out on the other side of her, curling around the red head.She let Gretch snog Trevor and took advantage of the angle to start kissing her neck, nibbling softly. Trevor pressed himself against Gretchen, kissing her feverishly. “Gretch,” he muttered insistently, under his breath,

“Mmm,” Gretchen hummed into the kiss, wrapping an arm around Nat. “Trevor,” his name was a breathy moan, she knew what he wanted, and she also knew he didn’t have to ask for it, she was his, she couldn’t imagine an instance where he’d ask for something and she’d say no. She pulled back from him to turn her attention to Nat, tipping the woman’s head back and snogging her, tasting herself on Nat’s lips.

Trevor didn’t take well to being ignored and he let Gretchen snog Natalie for only a moment before he grabbed her hair and pulled her back to him for another kiss. His hand moved over her hip, gripping it tightly. He could feel Natalie’s lithe form beside them and squeezed Gretch’s hip before sliding his hand over around the other woman, grabbing her arse and pulling her closer, sandwiching the red head tightly. It caused her to press against his cock and he moaned softly and grind against her. The many possibilities flitted through his head, all the ways he could fuck her and Natalie and he felt the urge to up things increase.

“Trevor,” Gretch whimpered, slithering her fingers down his body and wrapping them around his cock. There was a slight pause, her uncertainty cropping up. Her sexual appetite was very different with Trevor than with anyone else, and she wasn’t sure she liked the idea of submitting to him in front of someone else, but her need for him to be inside her was greater than her worry about appearing weak in front of Natalie. “Please.”

Originally his plan had been to get off the bed to fuck Natalie, it’d been what Gretchen had wanted after all, but he had Gretchen here, squeezing him and that tended to cause plans to be tweaked. He grunted and pushed on her hips, forcing her to roll over and face Natalie, with little warning he pulled her leg over his, spreading her as he pushed inside with a low, long moan.

Leaning back against him, she reached back and clutched Trevor for a moment, until she acclimated to the sensation of him behind her. “Oh, fuck, Trev,” she ducked her head forward and captured Nat’s lips, slipping her fingers down between the other woman’s legs. It was a very different experience, to be focused on someone else like this, when normally all her attention was concentrated on Trevor.

Natalie smiled at Gretchen when she rolled over, promptly working her hands into her hair to ready to close the gap and kiss her when the other woman beat her to the punch. She’d heard the quiet please she’d used with Trevor but, as unexpected to her as it was, she knew enough to ignore it. “Gretch,” she moaned into the kiss, spreading her legs to give her full access. “Merlin,” she sighed she finally got some release of her own.

Gretchen’s mind was reeling as she slipped her fingers into Natalie. Trevor’s fingers were digging into her hips as he fucked her and she loved the feeling of being sandwiched between the two of them. Curling her fingers into the other woman she tried to match the rhythm of Trevor as he slammed into her. “Natalie,” she groaned, sucking the blonde’s lower lip into her mouth and arching back against Trev.

“Oh, fuck,” Trevor grunted, slamming into Gretchen repeatedly. He pressed his mouth to her ear, tugging with his teeth as he listened to the girls’ moans. While Gretchen was by far his favourite partner, and they certainly had a much more well developed relationship than other women he’d slept with, his sexual tastes were generally pretty set. He liked being in control and he always got a thrill out of the way Gretchen loved his rough touch. And the rare occasion she begged or asked for it was always exciting. He’d never considered seeing her in the opposite light could be nearly as exciting. “Fuck ‘er,” he breathed in her ear, realising he wanted to see Gretch assert herself over the little blond. “Yes,” he grunted and thrust into her harder, “Make her scream.”

Pressing her hips back against Trev, Gretch slid another finger into Nat, slamming them deep into the woman, her thumb against her clit. She moved her head, ducking it and pressing her lips against Nat’s neck, sucking the sensitive skin there. “Come for me,” she murmured, her breath tickling along the other woman’s neck.

Natalie moaned wantonly and writhed against Gretchen. She heard muttering but couldn’t make out words until she felt warm breath tickling her neck and shivered at Gretchen’s insistence. “Gretch,” she whimpered happily, gasping again at the fingers being thrust in her. The rubbing of her clit pushed her over the edge and she tightened her grip on the other woman, dropping her head back as she came with a yelp.

Trevor grinned at the sound of Natalie coming, pleased at the effect he had on Gretchen and thrust into a few more times before he let himself go. His hands tightened on her hips, fingertips pressing into her as he pounded into her and held himself there as he came, groaning loudly. He let his head drop and press against Gretchen’s as he breathed heavily, running his hand up along her curves and around to cup her breast.

Tucking herself back against him comfortably, Gretchen allowed her eyes to flutter shut for a moment, revelling in the feelings coursing through her body. She loved the way Trevor felt behind her, his arms around her, but that was nothing new, she’d enjoyed that feeling for many, many years. What was different was Natalie, who she tugged closer, draping her arm over the other woman and pressing against her, savouring the way the other woman’s body felt against hers. She pressed a kiss to Nat’s lips, lingering and unexpectedly gentle before twisting around enough to snog Trevor.

“Mmm,” Trevor squeezed Gretchen’s breast, languidly snogging her back. He let the kiss drag on until she pulled away and pushed himself up and off the bed. Back on his feet, he glanced at the two women, watching Natalie press in closer, tangling her legs with Gretchen’s as she ducked back in for another kiss and snorted softly. He walked around to the other side of the bed and kicked his trousers over, pulling out a case for a cigarette. Lighting up, Trevor puffed on his cigarette and sought out the bottle of whiskey, watching the two women snog. Falling back onto the bed, he scooted up against the pillows at pulled the cork from the bottle, tossing it across the room before taking a swig.

Letting out a little whimper as Trevor slid off the bed and away from her, Gretchen turned her attentions back to Nat. She was grinning, although she didn’t realise it, as she kissed along Nat’s neck, her fingers trailing softly along her body, dipping lower. She heard Trev light up and pulled the other woman closer, winding herself around Natalie.

“Gretch,” Natalie whispered, giggling slightly in her post-coital giddiness. She wrapped her arms around Gretchen’s neck and let her fingers brush over the soft skin of her back. She glanced over and saw Trevor settling onto the bed and smiled, happy to provide a show.

Matching Nat’s grin, Gretchen snogged her for a few moments before her grin widened wickedly. She twisted back to see Trevor, then pressed her lips against the blonde’s ear, her voice hardly above a whisper. She’d heard the undertone in Trev’s whispered command and although it was surprising that he wanted to see her like this, she wasn’t going to argue. Grabbing Nat for another snog, she danced her fingers down the blonde’s back, squeezing her arse before releasing her.

Shivering slightly, Natalie grinned at Gretchen’s suggestion and gave the smallest nod, whispering a response in her ear before she kissed it. There wasn’t much that Natalie didn’t enjoy but the other woman’s enthusiasm made some things even more exciting. She squirmed against the red head, tickled by the light touches.

She gave a small pout when Gretchen stood but didn’t hold the facade, well aware it was worth the momentary absence. She rolled back over and looked at Trevor, lounging against the pillows with a furrowed expression, about to speak up about the retreating red head. “She’ll be back,” she promised, sliding over to him and settling between his legs. She stroked his cock back to attention and wasn’t surprised when he settled back against the pillows. Gretchen was only popping downstairs, she knew, but that still wasn’t any reason to not occupy themselves in the meantime, she thought as she sucked Trevor into her mouth.

Making her way downstairs, Gretch was glad they’d had Gifford leave after letting Nat in. She didn’t fancy pulling on clothes only to take them off again, but she fancied allowing Gifford to see her naked even less. It took her only a moment to find the toy in the pocket of Natalie’s jacket and unshrink it and several moments to remember how to put it on, but it was with a slight swagger in her step that she made her way back upstairs.

Although it wasn’t exactly unexpected, the sight of Natalie’s mouth wrapped around Trevor’s cock sent a thrill of possessiveness through her and she was a little more forceful than necessary when she knelt behind Nat and grabbed her hips.

Trevor was aware Gretchen was back in the room, he could make out her shuffling around, but was too distracted to look up. There was no one who could make him feel like Gretchen could but Natalie was certainly doing a fantastic job. He’d stabbed his cigarette out in the ashtray when she started sucking his cock and slid his hand over the back of her head, holding her close to encourage her to swallow more of him. He moaned and dropped his head back, only looking up when he felt Natalie tugged away for a moment.

The sight of Gretchen in a strap on, pausing only for a moment before she thrust into the other woman was not what he expected and he matched Natalie’s wanton moan with his own curse. “Fuck, Gretch!” He watched her rock her hips, pulling the toy in and out of Natalie’s pussy, unsure what he was supposed to think. It was not an image that had ever crossed his mind, nor most likely would ever have. But the expression on Gretchen’s face and the way Natalie sucked harder as she adjusted herself to better suit the redhead’s needs wiped any contemplation from his mind.

Gretchen grinned, digging her fingers into Natalie’s hips as she fucked her. Even as little as a week ago, she never would’ve imagined that she would be in this situation; watching another woman going down on her Trevor, not only watching, but approving of! She arched her back and raised her chin, catching Trevor’s eyes as she slammed into Nat. As possessive as she felt about the man before her, she couldn’t help enjoying the look on his face as Natalie went down on him, something she normally missed due to the fingers that were usually knotted through her hair, guiding her.

“You like this?” Gretchen managed, after a few moments, her voice husky and choked. She wasn’t normally one for talking, although she enjoyed Trevor telling her what to do, but she felt the situation called for it. “Watching me fuck her?”

Trevor moaned in response, not used to Gretchen’s talkative side. It was nothing like he usually got off on but the edge in her voice and the way she kept causing Natalie to moan around his cock was more than stimulating. He hadn’t really taken to the idea of Gretch with another woman, or anyone else, but this wasn’t her being fucked by someone else. It was hot. Fucking hot, he thought, dropping his head back to groan loudly, cumming in Natalie’s mouth.

As soon as Gretchen knelt on the bed Natalie lifted her hips obediently, aware and eager for what she knew was coming. Gretchen obviously knew what Trev would and wouldn’t like and trusted that he would enjoy what she had planned for him but she was still curious to see his reaction. She moaned as soon as the other woman pushed in her and didn’t bother to silence the ones that followed. She’d done a lot in the past but never anything like this and she didn’t see what was gained by stifling her excitement.

Gretchen’s fingers dug into her hips and she bucked back against her. She heard her speak to Trevor and lifted her eyes to try and see his reaction. He grunted, tugged her hair and she realised only moments before he exploded into her mouth that he was going to come. “Fuck,” she cursed, arching her back as soon as he moved away and she had the freedom to move again. “God, Gretch!”

Watching Trevor come and not directly having anything to do with it was a new experience on top of a whole night of newness. There was a part of her that wanted to have Trevor compare the two of them, just to hear him say she was the only one who could make him come like she did, but that thought was quickly wiped away by the feeling of Nat arching against her and Trevor sidling up beside her, his lips on her neck. She concentrated on that, able to tell by the other woman’s moans that she was close. Teasingly, Gretchen tilted her hips back, pulling almost all the way out of Natalie.

She reached down and fisted her fingers through Nat’s hair, twisting her around to capture her lips. She could taste Trevor on Natalie’s lips, and herself, and let out a low moan, unable to keep up the facade any longer. Gripping the other woman’s hips, she slammed into her deeply. It only took a few thrusts before she heard Natalie curse again and yank the bedsheets. Trevor tangled his fingers through her hair and tugged, capturing her lips and that was all it took; she arched her back and pulled away from Trev, letting out a strangled cry and coming.

Trevor held onto Gretchen’s hair, grinning as he watched her follow Natalie and come with a scream. He let go of her hair, stroking it once before he let go and grabbed his cigarette case from the night stand. He lit up, and passed the fag to Gretch before lighting another of his own and falling on the bed, sprawling against the pillows and watching the girls.

“Merlin,” Natalie hissed, picking her head up from the sheets she’d collapsed on after taking a minute to catch her breath. She rolled over and looked up at Gretchen, grinning and running her hands over any skin in her reach. “You’re brilliant,” she purred scooting to rest her head on Trevor’s leg beside her.

Undoing the strap on, Gretchen shimmied out of it and slid up the bed, tucking herself up against Trevor and patting the bed beside her for Nat. She wasn’t normally one for snuggling or cuddling after sex, the closest she got to it was when she and Trevor fell asleep in the same general area of the bed, but she’d been with Nat enough times to know that the blonde liked it. It wasn’t that she disliked the closeness and in fact, she sort of enjoyed waking up in Trevor’s arms, but the majority of the people she slept with weren’t people she wanted to spend more time than necessary with.

Happy to oblige, Natalie grinned and slid over, curling around Gretch and draping her leg over the other woman’s. She sighed contentedly, watching her hand as she brushed her fingers over Gretchen’s stomach.

Trevor had to agree with the blond’s assessment of things and draped an arm over the back of the bed and Gretchen’s shoulders, unable to keep off a grin as he puffed out smoke rings. “That was...new,” he said, letting his head loll to the side to look at Gretchen, grin still in place.

Wrapping an arm around Nat and absently stoking her fingers along the bare skin of her shoulders, Gretchen tipped her head back and matched Trevor’s grin. She took a drag on her cigarette, offering it to Nat. “You should listen to me more often, love.” Pulling her arm away from Nat for a moment, she reached up and stroked Trevor’s cheek, snogging him softly. “I’m well brilliant.” She dropped her arm back over Nat, squeezing her and pressing a kiss to the blonde’s head.

“Yeah,” Trevor scoffed, ruffling Gretchen’s hair lightly, just letting his fingertips play with her hair. “You fuckin’ wish.” He shifted against the pillows, getting more comfortable without disturbing either woman. Natalie was curled around Gretch with her head on her chest, her fingers ghosting teasingly over the other woman’s nipples, looking both sated and ready to pass out. Snuggling wasn’t really his thing but he couldn’t deny relating to the contented expression she was sporting. “Listen to you more often and I’ll just get a fuckin’ ‘eadache, won’t I?” He teased, chuckling at himself.

“Or you’ll have really amazing sex,” she grinned up at him cheekily, winding her fingers absently through Nat’s hair. “Well, almost as amazing as the sex we normally have.” she corrected herself, squeezing Natalie gently. Unable to stop herself, she pressed against Trev and raised her chin, kissing him again before settling back, curling strands of Nat’s hair around her fingers.

Eyes shut, Natalie listened to the other two banter with a smile. She wanted to chime in and point out how adorable they were together but merely smiled to herself and kept quiet. She played with Gretchen’s nipple, teasing it to a hard nub as she considered sucking it into her mouth. She enjoyed everyone she was with, Natalie made sure she didn’t sleep with anyone she didn’t genuinely have interest in or care for. But Gretchen she truly enjoyed being with more than most in her recent memory. The other woman seemed so experienced and yet was still so excited and unexposed to certain things. Trevor she still knew next to nothing about but they cared for each other and, in her mind, that really counted for something.

“I’m always amazing,” Trevor retorted, catching Gretchen by the cheek to prevent her from moving back without a proper snog.

Wrinkling her nose happily, Gretchen reached over Trevor and stubbed out her cigarette, then allowed him to deepen the snog, letting out a little moan into the kiss at Nat’s touch. She pulled away when she was satisfied, dragging her fingers along the soft skin of Natalie’s back in absent patterns. “Why don’t we compare?” she challenged Trev, wickedly. “See who Nat thinks is better.”

Natalie sat up slightly at the mention of her name, looking between the other two as she caught up to things. “I’m a very fair judge,” she quipped, grinning up at them playfully. She took her cute and shifted, climbing over Gretchen to settle between them, pulling in Trev for a kiss.

“Yeah,” Trev started, pulling out another comeback when Natalie popped into the conversation. He glanced at Gretchen as the blond moved against him and wrapped an arm around her, holding onto her as he drew out the kiss into a languid snogging. He could feel Gretchen’s eyes on them and made sure she got a decent show.

Gritting her teeth, Gretchen swallowed past her discomfort, waiting impatiently until the kiss broke. She didn’t know where this possessive streak had come from, she’d never been like this with anyone else, she couldn’t have cared less who other people she shagged slept with. But there was something different about Trevor and she didn’t know why. She tugged Natalie into her lap, tangling her fingers in the blonde’s hair and holding her close, her fingers stroking the curve of the woman’s breast.

Natalie let out a small squeak as she was tugged over but went happily to Gretchen’s lap. She settled against her and caressed her cheek and jaw as they kissed. Her thought to move back to Trevor after a few minutes, divide her attention among the pair, was derailed by Gretchen’s gentle touch. She arched slightly, hoping for more contact.

Cupping her fingers around Natalie’s breast, she ran her thumb across her nipple. She snogged Natalie, ducking her head and kissing along her neck and pondering the idea of wrapping her arms around the other woman and pulling her down to the bed. It wouldn’t be fair to Trevor, seeing as she’d just yanked Nat off his lap, but Gretchen found she didn’t really care.

“‘Ey now,” Trevor watched the women for a moment before he placed a hand on Natalie’s arm and tugged her back firmly. “She’ll never be able to tell you I’m better if you keep doing that, can she?” he pointed out, taking his turn to snog the blond, firmer this time. If Gretchen wanted to watch him and Natalie he was happy to oblige. He reached between them and palmed her breasts, grinning into their kiss when she arched against him.

There was no doubt in her mind that Trevor was an excellent lay. He was practically the only person she slept with anymore. But that didn’t mean he was better than her. Not by a long shot. Nor did it mean she’d admit how good he was. “She wouldn’t lie like that,” Gretchen responded, giving the two only a moment before ducking her head and pressing her lips to Nat’s neck and kissing up to her ear. She decided to up things, sliding her fingers along the other woman’s thigh, teasingly.

Trevor continued snogging Natalie, tugging her nipples hard enough to make her gasp excitedly. “Bullshit,” he shot back, pulling away long enough to respond and noticed her hand inching up Natalie’s thigh. He smirked once before he pulled Natalie back roughly, gripping Gretchen’s hand before it could creep higher and removed it, hesitating for only a second before he pulled it toward his own crotch.

Allowing him to tug her hand, Gretchen willingly wrapped her fingers around Trevor’s cock. “I can’t help being better at certain things than you,” she started, slowly stroking him. “I’ve made Nat cum very hard,” she nibbled lightly on Nat’s ear as she ran the fingers of her other hand along the inside of her thigh. “Haven’t I?”

“Uh huh!” Natalie leaned back into Gretchen’s touch happily.

Grunting, Trevor shook his head, quick to dismiss Gretchen’s assertions. “I ‘aven’t-” he interrupted himself with another groan, caused by the ginger’s grip. “‘Aven’t even ‘ad the chance to show ‘er better.”

Natalie turned her attention back to Trevor, still unaware of the power struggle she was in the middle of, and kissed him firmly. Her hand wandered between them and joined Gretchen’s, gripping his cock firmly and stroking. She knew Gretchen did an amazing job of making her cum but she’d also heard how hard she’d climaxed at Trevor’s touch, she thought if she actually had to judge between the two it was likely to be a tough call.

Her fingers brushed against Gretchen’s as she stroked his length, turning her head abruptly to catch Gretchen and her lips by surprise.

Struck with the urge to straddle Trevor herself, Gretchen instead slipped her fingers up between Nat’s thighs, teasingly stroking along her lips. “You’ve shagged me, Trevor, there’s no comparison. I’m brilliant.” she grinned, reluctantly releasing her hold on his cock and turning her attention back to Natalie, her lips against the woman’s ear.

“Show you brilliant,” Trevor muttered, slightly perturbed to feel Gretchen pull away. He pushed himself up onto his knees, placing a hand on Gretchen’s shoulders and pushed her firmly away from the blonde. In one easy movement he leaned in to kiss her and pressed against her shoulders, pushing her back onto the mattress. He spared Gretch a glance as he leaned over Natalie and pushed inside her slowly, smirking at the low moan she let out.

Moving with Trevor’s shove, Gretchen settled back on the bed, biting her lip to keep from making a noise at the sight of Trev sliding into Natalie. She was equal parts jealous and intrigued, she wanted to look away but couldn’t. She didn’t think seeing Trevor fucking someone else would’ve affected her this much. She leaned back against the headboard, staring at the two blondes, surprised to find her fingers slipping between her legs.

“Fuck,” Natalie groaned, dropping her head back into the mattress as Trevor settled into a rhythm. She hadn’t expected to suddenly be pinned and she hadn’t expected Gretchen to fade into the background so quickly. She realised the red head was still on the bed and just out of her line of sight but she couldn’t see her and with each hard thrust it was hard to think of little other than Trevor, fucking her. “Fuck!”

After snogging Natalie, Trevor sat back on his heels, using her knees to support himself as he drove into her repeatedly. The new position gave him better leverage and made her gasps increase, a fact that made him smirk. Like Gretchen could really hope to be better than him. Thinking of the other woman, he turned toward her and raised an eyebrow at her, questioning her decision to help herself when Natalie still had her hands and mouth to occupy. He smirked wider as the thought that he was just that amazing to watch passed through his head.

Taking Trevor’s gaze as an invitation, Gretch bent and captured Natalie’s lips, finally able to wrench her eyes away from him. She snogged the other woman for a moment, feeling her moan into the kisses before she pulled back. Still watching Trevor, straddled Nat, a knee on either side of the blonde’s head.

That was more like the Gretchen he knew. Trevor watched her straddle Natalie as he picked up the blond’s leg and leaned against it, wrapping his arms around her legs as he pounded her. “I’m fuckin’ brilliant,” he muttered to her, leaning across Natalie to snog Gretch as she settled on the younger woman’s face.

“That’s what you say,” Gretchen managed, trying for an airy tone but unable to sound as nonchalant as she wanted to when Natalie’s tongue was pressing so deliciously against her clit. She reached out and tangled her fingers through Trevor’s hair to keep him close. “We’re fuckin’ brilliant,” she corrected him, the last of her sentence cut off by a moan.

“Mer-.” Trevor smirked slightly glancing down at Natalie as she tried to curse, her moans muffled by Gretchen. “We fuckin’ are,” he grunted under his breath, leaning into snog Gretchen which caused him to press in deeper without warning and elicited a loud noise from Nat as she eagerly lapped at the other woman.

Pulling back slightly, Gretch rested her forehead against Trevor’s, unable to catch her breath long enough to snog him. She didn’t want to be the first to cum and balanced on her knees, reaching down to stroke Nat’s clit. “Merlin,” she cursed, as she heard Nat cum, the woman only taking a moment to recover before returning her attention to Gretch. “Trevor,” she whimpered, fisting her fingers tight in his hair to keep him close.

Trevor’s eyes locked on Gretchen’s but he didn’t say anything for a moment, just watched her get wound tighter. “Cum,” he muttered, knowing she’d climax any moment. Even if it was all Natalie’s mouth bringing her to edge he liked having a part in it.

Locking her lips with his, she only managed to snog Trevor for a moment before obeying him. She lost her grip on him as she came hard, pressing her thighs against Nat’s ears and letting out a cry. Unable to, at least for the moment, support herself, she slipped off the blonde and ducked her head, kissing her solidly.

Grinning, Trevor watched Gretchen cum and cry out, managing to feel proud at his work even if he hadn’t been involved. He grunted, tightening his hold on Natalie’s leg as he felt himself hitting his limit. “Gretch,” he groaned, reaching out to tangle his fingers in her hair, pull her into a kiss, but came loudly in the blond before he could do more than pull her away.

Torn between possessiveness at watching Trevor cum in someone that wasn’t her and contentment at him calling her name, Gretchen pushed past the jealousy, with difficulty. She popped up on her knees and kissed him deeply, stroking his cheek as she did so, before sitting back against the pillows and watching Natalie expectantly. “So,” she grinned cheekily, reaching out for Trevor, suddenly wanting to feel him against her. “Who’s better?”

“I don’t know,” Natalie said, grinning happily as she watched Trevor wrap an arm around Gretchen. “Tough call,” she slid up the bed herself and curled around the red head, tangling their legs together and resting her head on her chest. “Might take a few tests to really decide,” she added, running her hand over Trevor’s chest lightly.

Gretchen let out a happy little laugh, winding her arm around Nat and tucking herself comfortably against Trevor. For a very brief moment, she had the urge to say something, to let Trevor know how she was feeling, even if she wasn’t sure what that feeling was exactly. She managed to quash the urge, tipping her head back and kissing him lightly instead. “I think that can be arranged,” she quipped, squeezing Nat and dropping her head to rest it against Trevor’s chest. She laid like that for a few moments, content and sated, absently stroking her fingers along the pattern of Trev’s tattoo, before she raised her head again. “Who’s brilliant?” she prompted, grinning widely.

“Me,” Trevor replied promptly, smirking a wide, smug smirk. He was stretched out across the pillows, arm around Gretchen holding her against him. He was completely content to lay there in silence, enjoying the good mood awesome sex always left him in.

Nudging him, Gretch shook her head, idly twisting her fingers through Nat’s hair. “We are,” she corrected him, pressing closer against him and thoroughly enjoying the feel of his arm around her. “You wouldn’t be nearly as brilliant without me. Admit it.”

“Yeah, sure,” Trevor chuckled again and kissed her head as Natalie shifted and nuzzled closer to Gretchen’s breasts. “You’re not ‘alf bad.”

“Not ‘alf bad?” Gretchen echoed disbelievingly, imitating his accent perfectly. “Not ‘alf bad?” She tugged Nat closer, stroking the other woman’s hair and smiling to herself. “Please, Scabior. You know you love me.”

“Fine, you’re brilliant,” Trevor let out an exaggerated moan, rolling his head back and forth against the pillows. “Now stop whinging about it.”

“Yeah,” Gretchen grinned, and twisted in his arms, arching up to kiss him. “I love you, too.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, the uncertain feelings that had been floating around inside her cemented and her smile faded. Shit. That was why she’d wanted to slap Delaney, why she’d hated seeing Nat going down on Trevor. She’d gone and fucked things up and fallen in love.

“That’s better,” he grunted, smirking at the banter. He caught the darkening of her expression as he leaned in to kiss her neck and hesitated. “What?” he raised an eyebrow and felt worry flood through him instantly.

Gretchen had thought that she’d long ago rid herself of useless emotions. She had no need for fear or love, things like that would only have held her back. They’d’ve stopped her from stealing, from killing, from doing what she needed to do to be in control, to be on top. She’d gotten along fine so far without showing her fear, it only clouded logic and created hesitance; like with Carrow. Her reign on herself had slipped and she’d been terrified, unable to deal with the situation as it needed to be dealt with. Trevor had had to step in and rescue her, as though she were some idiotic child. And now, to make matters worse, she was in love, the most useless of all emotions, one that was bound to ruin everything she’d worked so hard to gain. “Nothing,” she choked, after a moment.

“Uh huh,” He eyed her sceptically but knew well enough that if Gretchen wasn’t going to talk then she wasn’t going to. At least not at the moment. If it was anything important to the business he was sure she’d share and as they were still laying in bed naked, comfortable and (he glanced down at the snoozing blond and smirked lightly) sleepy, it didn’t seem likely that anything that had upset her was something at hand.

She wanted to say something to him, but found she couldn’t. She’d known Trevor for many, many years and although she didn’t tell him everything, not by a long shot, she’d never felt afraid to say something to him. This would change absolutely everything, love and emotions always did. Trevor didn’t do complicated and she’d just become complicated. “Tell me how brilliant I am, again.” she ordered, forcing a smile on her face and hoping Trev would be fooled, though knowing he knew her well enough that he wouldn’t be.

“Uh huh,” Trevor watched a myriad of minute expressions pass across her face before he settled back into the pillows, still sceptical. “”Bloody ‘ell,” he muttered under his breath when she finally spoke again. “Gretch. You’re fuckin’ brilliant, that’s what you want to ‘ear, is it?”

Twisting away from Natalie slightly, Gretchen tucked herself against Trevor and grinned. “Yes,” she said, simply, arching up to kiss him. Even though she’d prompted him to say it, the words still made her happy and she focused on that, instead of the reason behind her glee.