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[failureisntachoice]

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[use_everything]

[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.]

[failureisntachoice]

[ 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. ]

[keep_nothing]

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

[use_everything]

[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.]

[failureisntachoice]

[ 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.

[keep_nothing]

[ 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?

[use_everything]

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.]

[failureisntachoice]

[ Her light laugh is only broken when Cordelia's hand dips lower and her fingers dig further into Aral. As far as anchors go, he makes a damn good one and she nips teasingly at his lips. ]

I'd say this would be easier without the uniform in the way but... [ That'd ruin half the fun. ]

[keep_nothing]

[ Cordelia moves her mouth upwards, nipping at her earlobe. ]

Aral and I are helping you break it in.