Agent Texas

[ The deliberate nature of his movements has her attention. He won't find her moving away, instead keeping her hair out of the way of the clasps so he doesn't have to fight with that too.

It isn't the first time she's reflected on the amount of care she's seen since falling in with the pair and it's something she's been missing. Since when has anyone taken care of her instead? It's... nice.

She doesn't notice Cordelia until Aral is well-into working on the next clasps and flashes the woman a small smile from over the man. ]

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[ She grins back, raising a finger to her lips. She's content to watch the two of them for now, to let Aral become comfortable with this. ]

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[His touch remains controlled. One could almost imagine that the warm brush of knuckles or the pads of his fingertips here and there between each clasp was accidents of motion, were it not for the deliberate slow speed of each.

At the last clasp was pulled apart, the jacket was left to simply hang on Tex's shoulders, undone but not pushed aside. His voice is a murmur.]

The other will look better, I think. Dressing as an ornament hardly suits.

[There's a simple look, a hesitation that is judging permission, before leaning in to take a kiss from her.]

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[ If Cordelia wants to be a silent observer for now, Tex will let her and returns her attention fully to Aral. She doesn't shy away from Aral's touch, rather pressing into each brush of his fingers no matter how short each lasts. ]

So that's how you remove it. The other one did look more my style.

[ She lets the garment hang on her shoulders and reaches to rest a hand in his hair. He won't be taking much as she returns the kiss, her fingers gently running through his short hair to keep him close. ]

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[Now his hand slides under the fabric, callouses rough against her skin, ghosting over the top of her hip, down into the dip of her lower back...

And lifts to gather the material on the back of the uniform and tug, pulling it down to bunch at her elbows.

He smiles against her lips before deepening the kiss.]

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[ There's something about the rough feel of his hands that has her gripping him harder, nails digging lightly into the back of his head. It's all that's keeping her from letting the uniform top slide fully off.

The kiss is returned with confidence. When she had first been approached by Cordelia, she had been skeptical of either of them being fine with this addition to their marriage, but time with the pair of them had wiped that clean. If either were jealous or upset, they could have damn well fooled Tex.

Her other hand grips his waist firmly and she's shifting their bodies enough so their audience at least has a decent enough view. ]

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[ Oh, she'll have to thank Tex later for giving her such a good view. Actually, why wait when a good moment is presenting itself right now ...

After a good long moment of watching her husband and her lover—their lover, Cordelia finally enters fully into the room. Stepping in close behind Tex, she presses a firm kiss to the bit of skin at her neck that was exposed by Aral pulling down the top. She takes another step closer, encircling Tex between by reaching for Aral, gripping his forearms so she doesn't impede his hands. She then starts to suckle the side of Tex's neck as she tilts her head for better access, her own hair onto Tex's.

Cordelia also keeps her eyes open, still wanting to watch them both while now actively participating, seeking out Aral's gaze when she touched him. ]

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[The bite of nails draws the first sound from him, a hiss and a catch of some inarticulate sound from the back of the throat. His grip tightens on her, bordering on rough, and kiss turning hungry..

Before it falters, breaking for air at the third touch. Cordelia catches, perhaps, the briefest flash of alarm, before it warms. He gives her a smile, and returns to a far more leisurely, gentle kiss with the woman pressed between them.]

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[ Something should have told her when she got involved with them this would happen. Even then there's no where she'd rather be than sandwiched between the pair of them. ]

That's cheating, [ is her muttered, meager protest as she more than gives Cordelia access to her neck so long as Aral's willing to follow the movement. She's tugging Aral closer as she presses back against the other woman, a light gasp escaping her lips. ]

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[ She scrapes her teeth on Tex's skin before she murmurs against it: ] Are you actually complaining?

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[At the same time, Aral takes advantage of her lifted chin to brush a kiss along her jaw, hands using the little space it affords to explore her skin.]

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[ She shivers at the feel of teeth and lips and closes her eyes. No, this is more than fine and she'll relax further against Cordelia. ] Only if you both planned to stop.

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[ She chuckles against her skin, giving another scrape of teeth. One of Cordelia's hand slides from Aral's arm to curl against Tex's stomach, sliding downward. Her fingertips start to dip lower past the waistband of the uniform pants when she glances at Aral. ]

Do you have any plans like that, love?

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Wouldn't dream of it.

[His hand brushes over the top of Cordelia's as hers makes their way down. His own slides up, brushing over her breast.]

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