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Night had settled over Robert's apartment, the weekend tantalizingly close as the last stragglers of the Z-team party filtered out the door. Robert leaned against the kitchen counter, nursing the dregs of a beer that had long since gone warm. The apartment still bore evidence of the impromptu gathering—empty pizza boxes stacked precariously on the coffee table, a scatter of beer bottles, and the lingering scent of too many bodies in too small a space.
Yet somehow, his dinky apartment had become the unofficial headquarters for these post-dispatch celebrations. What had started as a one-time homecoming thing had morphed into a weekly tradition that Robert pretended to tolerate while secretly looking forward to.
"And then there were three," Invisigal announced, sprawling across his bed—the real bed that had replaced his somehow infamous plastic chair, courtesy of Mandy. She stretched like a cat, arms extended above her head, shirt riding up to reveal a strip of skin that Robert pointedly tried not to notice.
"Someone should really help clean up," he grumbled, though there was no heat behind the words.
"Someone should," Blazer agreed from where she perched on the edge of the mattress, her blonde hair slightly mussed from the long day. "But that someone isn't going to be me. Not after the day we've had."
"Seconded," Invisigal said, rolling onto her stomach and propping her chin on her hands. Her eyes glittered with mischief as she looked Robert up and down. "So, Robbie-boy, have you properly broken in this bed yet?"
Mandy snorted, choking lightly on her drink. A flush crept up her neck as she coughed into her elbow.
"You okay there, Blondie?" Invisigal asked, her grin widening. "Something go down the wrong pipe?"
"I'm fine," Blazer managed, clearing her throat. Her cheeks had gone an interesting shade of pink that matched the flush creeping up Robert's neck. "Just... unexpected question."
"What's unexpected about it?" Invisigal rolled onto her back, spreading her arms wide across the mattress. "It's a perfectly reasonable inquiry. This is quality furniture. Deserves to be properly... utilized." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
Robert set his beer down with more force than necessary. "If by 'broken in' you mean 'slept on,' then yes. It's been thoroughly broken in."
"Sleeping," Invisigal sighed dramatically. "How vanilla of you, Robert. I expected more creativity from a man who spent years in a mechanical suit."
"What exactly does wearing a mechanical suit have to do with—" Robert started, then caught himself. "You know what? Never mind. I don't want to know where you're going with that."
"Oh, I think you do," Invisigal purred, patting the space beside her on the bed. "Come on, there's plenty of room. We could give you some ideas."
Blazer's flush deepened, but she made no move to distance herself from Invisigal's sprawled form. If anything, Robert noticed, she seemed to be watching the exchange with interest that wasn't entirely professional.
"I'm not discussing my sex life with you two," Robert said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"So there is a sex life to discuss!" Invisigal crowed triumphantly. "Progress!"
"That's not what I—" Robert pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're impossible."
"Part of my charm," Invisigal replied without missing a beat. She rolled onto her side, facing Blazer. "What do you think, Blondie? Is our Robert here getting any action, or is this bed's only purpose catching his drool when he passes out after dispatching?"
Blazer's eyes met Robert's over the rim of her glass, something unreadable flickering in their depths. "I think," she said carefully, "that's Robert's business."
"Boring answer," Invisigal complained. She sat up suddenly, crossing her legs beneath her. "Fine, different question. If you were to break in this bed properly, who would be your first choice?" She gestured between herself and Blazer. "Hypothetically speaking, of course."
"Jesus Christ," Robert muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Are we really doing this right now?"
"We absolutely are," Invisigal confirmed cheerfully. "Unless you'd prefer we leave and let you get back to your exciting evening of... what? Staring at the wall? Communing with your plastic chair?"
"The chair and I have a special relationship."
"Kinky," Invisigal shot back immediately. "But seriously, answer the question. Me or Blazer? Who gets the honor of christening the new furniture with you?"
Blazer set her glass down, her composure returning despite the lingering pink in her cheeks. "You don't have to answer that," she told Robert, though there was a note in her voice that suggested she wouldn't mind hearing his response.
Robert looked between them—Invisigal with her challenging grin and direct gaze, Blazer with her composed exterior that didn't quite hide the curiosity in her eyes. Something shifted in the air of the apartment, a tension that hadn't been there before.
"Who says it has to be either/or?" he finally said, the words escaping before he could think better of them.
Invisigal's eyes widened comically. "Robert!" she gasped in mock scandal. "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"I'm not suggesting anything," he backpedaled, though the image was already firmly planted in his mind—the three of them tangled together on his bed.
"Liar," Invisigal teased.
Blazer stood up slowly, setting her glass on the nightstand. For a moment, Robert thought she was going to leave—to put an end to this increasingly dangerous conversation. Instead, she moved toward him, her steps measured and deliberate.
"Is that what you want, Robert?" she asked quietly when she reached him, close enough that he could smell the faint citrus of her perfume. "Both of us?"
The question hung in the air between them, charged with possibility. Robert's mouth went dry as he looked down at Mandy—Blazer—standing mere inches away, her blue eyes searching his face with an intensity that made his pulse quicken. Behind her, Invisigal had gone uncharacteristically silent, watching them with undisguised interest.
"I..." Robert swallowed hard, his brain short-circuiting at the proximity. Mandy's perfume wrapped around him, citrusy and light, a stark contrast to the heaviness settling in his limbs.
"You don't have to answer," Mandy said, her voice soft but not retreating. Her fingers brushed against his forearm, a touch so light he might have imagined it if not for the trail of heat it left behind.
"No, I think he should answer," Invisigal chimed in, sliding off the bed to join them. "Our Robert here has been dancing around both of us for months. Time to put your cards on the table, dispatch boy."
Robert looked between them—Mandy with her careful composure barely containing something wilder underneath, and Courtney with her challenging grin that didn't quite hide the vulnerability in her eyes. His heart hammered against his ribs, a countdown to a decision he'd never expected to face.
Fuck it.
"Yes," he said, the word escaping like air from a punctured tire. "Both of you. That's... that would fulfill more fantasies than I care to admit."
Mandy's eyes widened slightly, her lips parting in surprise. Behind her, Invisigal let out a low whistle.
"Well, well, well," Courtney drawled, sidling closer. "Robbie's got layers. Who knew the grumpy dispatcher had such... ambitious tastes?"
"I didn't say it was going to happen," Robert backpedaled, though his body was sending very different signals. "Just answering the question."
"Mmm, but now we're curious," Invisigal said, moving to stand beside Blazer. They flanked him now, a superhero sandwich with Robert as the filling. "Aren't we, Blondie?"
Mandy's cheeks flushed deeper, but she didn't move away. "I'm... not opposed to exploring the idea."
Robert nearly choked. "You're not?"
"Don't look so shocked," Blazer said, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "I contain multitudes."
"And I've been trying to get into your pants since day one," Invisigal added cheerfully. "Blazer joining the party just makes it more interesting."
Robert's brain struggled to process what was happening. This had to be some elaborate joke, or maybe he'd fallen asleep and this was some bizarrely specific dream.
"You're both serious?" he asked, looking from one to the other.
Invisigal rolled her eyes. "No, we're just fucking with you for the hell of it. Yes, we're serious."
"I think," Mandy said carefully, her fingers now definitely trailing up his arm, "that we're all consenting adults who have been dancing around something for a while now."
"A long while," Courtney agreed, moving closer until her hip brushed against his. "And I'm tired of dancing. Aren't you, Robert?"
Robert's throat worked as he swallowed. "What exactly are we proposing here? Just so we're all on the same page."
"Well," Invisigal purred, her hand finding his waist, "I was thinking we could finally put that bed to proper use. All three of us."
"Unless you'd rather stick with your plastic chair relationship," Mandy added, a teasing light in her eyes that Robert had rarely seen.
"The chair's been demoted," he managed, his voice rougher than intended.
"Good answer," Courtney said, her fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt to touch bare skin. The contact sent a jolt through him. "Your move, dispatch man. What happens next?"
Robert looked down at Mandy, who was watching him with a mixture of nervousness and desire that made his heart stutter. She was clearly less experienced with this kind of situation than Courtney, but the want in her eyes was unmistakable.
"Maybe we start slow," he suggested, reaching up to cup Mandy's cheek. Her skin was warm under his palm. "Make sure everyone's comfortable."
"Slow can be good," Mandy agreed, leaning slightly into his touch.
"Slow can also be torture," Courtney countered, her hand now fully under his shirt, splayed across his lower back. "But I'm willing to compromise. For now."
Robert felt caught in a current, pulled between them. His thumb stroked across Mandy's cheekbone, and he watched as her eyelids fluttered at the touch.
"May I kiss you?" he asked her softly, aware of Courtney's eyes on them both.
Mandy's lips parted slightly, her breath catching. "Yes," she whispered, her blue eyes never leaving his.
Robert leaned in, closing the distance between them with deliberate slowness. When his lips finally met hers, the contact was gentle—almost tentative—a question more than a demand. She tasted faintly of the beer she'd been drinking, and something sweeter underneath that was uniquely Mandy. He felt her sigh against his mouth, her body relaxing into his as her hand came up to rest against his chest.
"Well, don't mind me," Courtney drawled from beside them. "I'll just stand here and enjoy the show."
Robert pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against Mandy's. "Patience was never your strong suit, was it?"
"Not in my vocabulary," Courtney confirmed, her fingers still tracing patterns on his lower back. "Besides, Blondie's not the only one who wants a taste."
Mandy surprised them both by turning toward Courtney, a new boldness in her expression. "Then don't wait for an invitation." She reached out, hooking her finger into the belt loop of Courtney's jeans and tugging her closer.
Courtney's eyebrows shot up. "Well, well. Look who's taking charge." Her grin turned predatory as she stepped willingly into Mandy's space. "Didn't know you had it in you, Blazer."
"There's a lot you don't know about me," Mandy replied, her voice dropping to a register Robert had never heard from her before.
"I'm getting that impression," Courtney murmured, her eyes flickering to Mandy's lips.
Robert watched, transfixed, as Mandy closed the distance between herself and Courtney. Their kiss was different from the one he'd shared with Mandy—less hesitant, more challenging. Courtney's hand came up to tangle in Mandy's blonde hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss.
Heat pooled in Robert's stomach as he watched them, the sight of the two women pressed together sending a jolt of desire through him so intense it was almost painful. When they finally broke apart, both were breathing harder, a flush spread across Mandy's cheeks and down her neck.
"Fuck," Courtney breathed, looking slightly dazed. "You've been holding out on us, Blondie."
Mandy's smile was small but unmistakably satisfied. "I told you. Multitudes."
"My turn," Robert said, his voice rougher than he intended. He reached for Courtney, who came to him eagerly.
She kissed like she did everything else—aggressively, unapologetically, with a hint of desperation beneath the bravado. Her teeth nipped at his bottom lip, drawing a groan from deep in his chest.
"Been wanting to do that for ages," Courtney admitted when they separated.
"Could have fooled me," Robert replied, his hand still cupping the back of her neck. "What with all the insults and death threats."
"That's just foreplay," Courtney shot back, her trademark grin returning.
"Is that what you call it?" Mandy asked, her hand sliding up Robert's arm to rest on his shoulder. "I've been misinterpreting a lot of our team meetings, then."
Courtney laughed, the sound surprisingly genuine. "If team meetings were like this, I'd never be late."
"You'd still be late," Robert countered, his thumb stroking the soft skin behind Courtney's ear. "You'd just have a better excuse."
"Worth it," Courtney said, leaning into his touch like a cat. Her eyes darted to the bed. "So, are we going to continue this little get-together, or are we just going to stand here all night?"
Robert followed her gaze to the bed—his bed—that suddenly seemed both too small and exactly the right size for what they were contemplating.
"We don't have to rush," Mandy said, though the way her fingers had tightened on Robert's shoulder suggested she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea.
"Speak for yourself," Courtney retorted. "I've been patient for months. My patience is officially expired."
Robert turned to face both of them fully. "If we do this," he said carefully, "we need to be clear about what happens after. This isn't just—"
"Oh my god, are you really trying to define the relationship before we've even gotten naked?" Courtney groaned. "Can we have the serious talk after? When I'm not dying of sexual frustration?"
"I think," Mandy said, her fingers moving to toy with the top button of Robert's shirt, "that we can figure out the details later." She undid the button with deliberate slowness, her eyes never leaving his.
Courtney interrupted, moving behind Mandy. She brushed Mandy's hair aside and pressed her lips to the exposed skin of her neck. "Less talking, more undressing."
Mandy's eyes fluttered closed at the contact, her hands stilling on Robert's shirt. "That's... distracting."
"That's the idea," Courtney murmured against her skin, her eyes meeting Robert's over Mandy's shoulder. The challenge in them was clear. Your move, dispatch man.
Robert stepped closer, trapping Mandy between them. He lowered his head to the opposite side of her neck, mirroring Courtney's actions. The sound Mandy made—a soft, surprised gasp—sent a shiver down his spine.
"Is this okay?" he asked against her skin, feeling her pulse jump beneath his lips.
"More than okay," Mandy managed, her head tilting to give him better access. "Though I'm starting to think I'm at a disadvantage here."
"How's that?" Courtney asked, her hands sliding around Mandy's waist.
"You both still have all your clothes on," Mandy pointed out, her voice slightly breathless.
"Easily fixed," Robert said, stepping back just enough to shrug out of his partially unbuttoned shirt.
Courtney whistled appreciatively as the fabric fell away. "Not bad for a desk jockey. Those scars are kind of hot, you know."
Robert's hand moved instinctively to the network of old injuries that mapped his torso—souvenirs from his Mecha Man days. "They're not exactly my favorite feature."
"They should be," Mandy said quietly, reaching out to trace one that curved around his ribs. Her touch was feather-light, almost reverent. "They're proof you survived."
"Okay, enough with the deep moments," Courtney declared, breaking the tension. She yanked her own t-shirt over her head in one fluid motion, revealing a simple black bra that contrasted sharply with her pale skin. "We doing this or what?"
Robert felt his mouth go dry at the sight of Courtney's exposed skin, the delicate curve of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts against black fabric. For all her abrasiveness, there was something undeniably beautiful about her—all sharp angles and defiant confidence.
"Your turn, Blondie," Courtney said, turning to Mandy with a challenging smirk. "Fair's fair."
Mandy hesitated only briefly before her fingers found the hem of her own shirt. She pulled it up slowly, revealing inch by inch of smooth skin until she stood before them in a pale blue bra that made her eyes seem even brighter.
"Christ," Robert muttered, the word escaping without his permission.
Courtney shot him an amused look. "Eloquent as always, dispatch man."
"Give him a break," Mandy said, a small smile playing at her lips. "I think we've short-circuited his brain."
"My brain works just fine," he said, stepping forward to close the distance between himself and Mandy. He slid one hand around her waist, pulling her against him while his other hand tangled in her blonde hair. "It's just deciding what to do with you two first."
The surprise in Mandy's eyes quickly melted into heat as he claimed her mouth, kissing her more deeply than before. She made a small sound of approval against his lips, her hands sliding up his bare chest to his shoulders.
"Now that's more like it," Courtney said, moving behind Robert. He felt her press against his back, her hands snaking around to run across his stomach. "I was beginning to think we'd have to draw you a map."
Robert broke the kiss with Mandy, turning his head to look at Courtney over his shoulder. "I know exactly what I want."
"And what's that?" Courtney challenged, her breath warm against his ear.
Robert turned fully, keeping one arm around Mandy while facing Courtney. "Both of you," he said simply. "On that bed. Now."
Courtney's eyebrows shot up, but the pleased surprise on her face was unmistakable. "Well, well. Look who finally decided to take charge."
"About time," Mandy murmured, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
Robert released them both, stepping back to look at them. "On the bed," he repeated, the command clear in his voice.
Courtney and Mandy exchanged a glance that contained equal parts amusement and arousal.
"Yes, sir," Courtney drawled, the sarcasm in her tone undermined by the way she immediately moved toward the bed. She crawled onto the mattress with deliberate slowness, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Like this?"
Mandy followed, settling beside Courtney with more grace but no less intention.
Robert took a moment just to look at them—Courtney with her pale skin and dark hair spread across his sheets, Mandy golden and glowing in the dim light of his bedroom.
"Almost," he said, moving to the foot of the bed. He reached for Courtney's jeans first, unbuttoning them with steady hands. "These need to go."
"No argument here," Courtney said, lifting her hips to help as he tugged the denim down her legs.
When he turned to Mandy, she was removing her own clothes. "Don't want to fall behind," she explained, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
"Always the overachiever," Courtney teased, rolling onto her side to watch as Robert helped Mandy out of her jeans.
"Your pants too, dispatch boy," Courtney said, propping herself up on one elbow. "Fair's fair."
Robert unbuckled his belt slowly, aware of both sets of eyes tracking his movements. He took his time with the zipper, watching their reactions.
"Are you deliberately being a tease?" Mandy asked, her voice huskier than he'd ever heard it.
"Payback for months of torture," Robert replied, finally pushing his pants down and stepping out of them.
"If that's torture, I'd hate to see your idea of punishment," Courtney quipped, her eyes roaming appreciatively over his body.
Robert climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between them. "Keep pushing, and you might find out."
"Is that a promise?" Courtney challenged, rolling toward him until her body pressed against his side.
Instead of answering, Robert reached for her, pulling her into a kiss.
She melted against him immediately, her usual defiance giving way to a surprising eagerness. When he pulled back, her eyes were slightly unfocused, her lips parted.
"Fuck," she breathed. "Do that again."
"Patience," he said, turning to Mandy, who had been watching them with undisguised interest. He reached for her, drawing her closer until she was pressed against his other side. "Your turn."
Mandy came willingly, her body fitting against his as if she belonged there. Her kiss was different from Courtney's—less frantic but no less passionate, a slow burn rather than a wildfire. Robert let his hand slide down her back, tracing the curve of her spine until he reached the clasp of her bra.
"May I?" he asked against her lips.
"Please," she whispered, arching slightly to give him better access.
The clasp came undone easily, and Robert helped her slip the straps down her arms, revealing her breasts to his gaze.
"Beautiful," he murmured, cupping one gently.
"My turn," Courtney said, reaching behind herself to unhook her own bra. She tossed it aside with characteristic impatience, then pressed herself against Robert's back. "Don't leave me out of the fun."
Robert turned his head to kiss her over his shoulder, while his hand continued to explore Mandy's breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple and drawing a soft gasp from her.
Robert felt Courtney's breasts press against his back, her nipples hard points of contact that sent electricity down his spine. He was caught between them now—Mandy soft and yielding beneath his hands, Courtney demanding and insistent behind him.
"You know," Courtney murmured against his ear, her teeth grazing his earlobe, "for a guy giving orders through a headset, you're surprisingly good with your hands."
Robert circled Mandy's nipple with his thumb, watching as her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting on a soft gasp. "There's a lot you don't know about me."
"I'm learning," Courtney said, her hands sliding around his waist to trail down his stomach. Her fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, teasing. "Quickly."
Mandy's eyes opened, darkened with desire as she watched Courtney's hands move over Robert's body. "Some of us," she said, her voice breathier than usual, "are visual learners."
"Is that so?" Robert asked, leaning down to press his lips to the curve of her breast. "And what are you learning right now?"
Mandy's back arched slightly, pushing her breast more firmly against his mouth. "That you've been holding out on us," she managed, her fingers threading through his hair. "All this time."
"Mmm," Courtney hummed in agreement, her hand now fully inside Robert's boxers, wrapping around him with confident strokes. "Who knew our grumpy dispatcher was hiding all this?"
Robert groaned against Mandy's skin, the dual sensation of her softness against his lips and Courtney's firm grip around him almost overwhelming. "Christ, Visi," he muttered, his hips instinctively pushing into her touch.
"Too much?" she asked, though the smirk in her voice made it clear she already knew the answer.
"Not enough," he muttered, turning his head to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss.
Robert's fingers brushed against the delicate chain of Mandy's necklace, the red jewel pendant resting against her collarbone. He hesitated, his eyes meeting hers in silent question.
"Can I?" he asked softly, fingertips hovering near the clasp.
Mandy's breath caught, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her features. She nodded quickly, lifting her hair to give him better access. "Yes," she whispered.
Robert carefully unhooked the clasp, his calloused fingertips brushing against the nape of her neck. As he removed the necklace, the transformation began immediately—her blonde hair darkening to rich chestnut brown, her heightened muscle definition softening slightly, her posture shifting in subtle ways that were nonetheless profound.
The woman beneath him was still Mandy, but different—more vulnerable, more real. Her blue eyes, now a shade darker, watched him with a mixture of apprehension and desire.
"Is this okay?" she asked, her voice missing the confident edge that Blazer typically carried.
Robert set the necklace carefully on the nightstand, then turned back to her, drinking in the sight of her true form. "More than okay," he said, his voice rough with want. "You're beautiful, Mandy. Both versions of you."
A flush spread across her cheeks. "Most people prefer Blazer."
"I'm not most people," he replied, lowering his head to press his lips to the spot where the necklace had rested. "And I want all of you. Not just the parts you think people want to see."
From behind him, Courtney let out a low whistle. "Well, well. The plot thickens," she said. She reached out, running her fingers through Mandy's now-brown hair. "Gotta say, brunette suits you, Blondie. Or not-so-Blondie now, I guess."
Mandy laughed, the sound slightly nervous but genuine. "You don't mind?"
"Mind?" Courtney snorted, shifting to press herself against Mandy's side. "Bitch, you could turn purple with green polka dots and I'd still want to see you naked right now."
"Seconded," Robert murmured, his hand sliding up to cup Mandy's breast. Her nipple hardened against his palm, drawing a soft gasp from her. "Though I have to admit, I've been curious about what’s beneath that neckline for a while now."
"Disappointed?" Mandy asked, and though she tried to keep her tone light, Robert caught the genuine insecurity beneath the question.
"Not possible," he said firmly, lowering his head to replace his hand with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, gratified by the way her back arched off the bed.
"Fuck," she breathed, her fingers threading through his hair.
"Language, 'Mandy'," Courtney teased, moving to mirror Robert's actions on Mandy's other breast. "What would the team think if they heard their squeaky-clean leader talking dirty?"
"They'd—ah—probably be less surprised than you think," Mandy managed, her body caught between their ministrations.
Robert lifted his head just enough to meet Courtney's eyes over Mandy's body. A silent understanding passed between them—a temporary truce in their usual bickering, united in their desire to make Mandy feel good, to show her she was wanted exactly as she was.
"You know what I think?" Courtney said, trailing her fingers down Mandy's stomach, dipping lower with each pass. "I think our Mandy here has been holding out on us. All prim and proper in the office, but I bet there's a wild side under all that professionalism."
"Only one way to find out," Robert said, his own hand sliding down to join Courtney's.
Mandy's breath hitched as their fingers brushed against the waistband of her panties. "You two are terrible," she said, but the way her hips lifted slightly belied her words.
"Terrible at waiting, maybe," Courtney agreed, hooking her fingers under the elastic. "May I?"
"Please," Mandy whispered, lifting her hips to help as Courtney tugged the fabric down her legs.
Robert watched, transfixed, as Mandy was bared completely to their gaze. Without the necklace, without the superhero persona, she seemed both more vulnerable and somehow more powerful—a woman comfortable enough to show her true self.
"Christ, you're gorgeous," he murmured, his hand sliding up her inner thigh.
"Both of you are," Courtney added, surprising them both with the sincerity in her voice. "And I'm not just saying that to get into your pants. Though that is a nice bonus."
Mandy laughed, the sound dissolving into a gasp as Robert's fingers brushed against her center. "You're—ah—already in my pants, technically speaking."
"Semantics," Courtney waved dismissively, then leaned down to capture Mandy's mouth in a kiss that was gentler than her previous ones.
Robert took advantage of the distraction to explore Mandy more thoroughly, his fingers sliding through slick heat. He circled her clit with his thumb, watching as her body tensed and her kiss with Courtney deepened.
"Sensitive," he noted, repeating the motion and drawing another muffled moan from her.
Courtney broke the kiss, her eyes dark with desire. "I want to taste her," she announced, looking at Robert. "Any objections, dispatch man?"
"None whatsoever," he replied, shifting to make room. "As long as I get my turn."
"We could share," Courtney suggested, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I've never been good at waiting in line."
Mandy's eyes widened. "Both of you? At once?"
"I'm full of surprises," Courtney said, already sliding down Mandy's body. "And so is our Robert here, apparently. Who knew he'd be so accommodating?"
"I have my moments," Robert replied dryly, but his focus was on Mandy's face, watching her reactions as Courtney settled between her legs.
At the first touch of Courtney's tongue, Mandy's back arched off the bed, a surprised cry escaping her lips. Her hand flew to Courtney's hair, not pushing away but holding her there.
"Good?" Robert asked, though the answer was written plainly across her face.
"God, yes," Mandy breathed, her eyes fluttering closed. "Don't stop."
"Wasn't planning on it," Courtney mumbled against her, the vibrations of her voice drawing another gasp from Mandy.
Robert watched for a moment, entranced by the sight of them together—Mandy's brown hair spread across his pillows, her body arching in pleasure; Courtney between her legs, for once using her mouth for something other than sarcasm. Then he moved to join them, positioning himself beside Mandy to capture her mouth in a deep kiss that swallowed her moans.
Her hand found his, squeezing tightly as Courtney's ministrations intensified. Robert could feel the tension building in her body, the way her kiss became more desperate, less coordinated.
"Let go," he murmured against her lips. "We've got you."
As if his words were permission, Mandy broke, her body tensing and then shuddering as pleasure wrought its way through her. Her back arched off the bed, her fingers digging into Robert's hand as waves of sensation crashed over her. A strangled cry escaped her throat, half-muffled against Robert's lips as he continued to kiss her through her climax.
When she finally collapsed back onto the mattress, her chest heaving, Courtney emerged from between her legs with a self-satisfied smirk that somehow managed to be both infuriating and endearing.
"Well," Courtney drawled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand in a gesture that shouldn't have been as sexy as it was, "I think we can officially confirm that our Mandy does, in fact, have a wild side."
"Shut up," Mandy mumbled, though there was no heat behind the words. Her body still tingled with aftershocks, little sparks of pleasure shooting through her with each breath.
"Make me," Courtney challenged, crawling up Mandy's body to hover over her face.
Mandy surprised them both by reaching up to tangle her fingers in Courtney's dark hair, pulling her down into a fierce kiss. The taste of herself on Courtney's lips sent a renewed pulse of heat through her core.
"Fuck," Robert muttered, his voice strained as he watched them. "That's... Christ, that's hot."
Mandy broke the kiss, turning her head to look at him. Without her necklace, without the Blazer persona, she felt both more vulnerable and somehow more powerful. "Your turn," she said, her voice huskier than usual.
"My turn for what?" he asked, his eyes darkening.
"To feel good," she clarified, pushing herself up onto her elbows. "I want to touch you."
"Both of us do," Courtney added, rolling to Robert's side. Her hand traced the waistband of his boxers, the last barrier between them. "These need to go, dispatch man."
Robert swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I'm not going to argue with that."
"Miracles do happen," Courtney quipped, hooking her fingers under the elastic and tugging downward.
As Courtney tugged his boxers down, Robert felt a momentary flash of self-consciousness.
"Well, damn," Courtney breathed, her eyes widening as his erection sprang free. "The dispatch desk is hiding more than I thought."
Mandy's lips parted slightly, a deeper flush spreading across her cheeks. Visi’s hand looked small against his length, and the contrast sent a jolt of heat through her core.
Robert's breath hitched as she gave him an experimental stroke, her grip firm but gentle. "Christ," he muttered, his hips instinctively pushing into her touch.
Mandy's touch was different from Courtney's—more tentative at first, exploring rather than commanding. Her fingers traced the ridge beneath the head before wrapping around him, and Robert had to bite back a groan at the sensation.
"Like this?" she asked, looking up at him through her lashes.
"Just like that," he confirmed, his voice rougher than intended.
"I think he needs both of us," Courtney suggested, moving to Robert's other side. "He's a bit much for one hand to handle."
Mandy laughed, the sound surprisingly carefree. "Are you actually suggesting we work together without arguing? That might be a first."
"Special circumstances," Courtney replied with a wink, her hand joining Mandy's on Robert's cock. "I'm willing to make exceptions for a good cause."
The sight of both their hands on him—Mandy's slender fingers and Courtney's nimble ones working in tandem—nearly short-circuited Robert's brain. He leaned back against the headboard, his breath coming faster as they established a rhythm together.
"Fuck," he breathed, one hand reaching out to tangle in Mandy's brown hair while the other found Courtney's shoulder. "That's... Christ, that's good."
"Just good?" Courtney challenged, twisting her wrist on the upstroke in a way that made his hips jerk. "I think we can do better than good."
"Much better," Mandy agreed, leaning forward to press her lips to his chest, just above his heart. Her tongue darted out to taste his skin, and Robert felt the touch like an electric current running straight to his groin.
He groaned, his head falling back against the headboard as Courtney's thumb circled the sensitive head of his cock. The dual sensation of their hands working in tandem was almost too much—Mandy's gentle exploration and Courtney's confident strokes creating a rhythm that threatened to undo him completely.
"Fuck, I need—" Robert didn't finish the thought. Instead, he moved suddenly, catching Mandy by surprise as he rolled them both, pinning her beneath him on the mattress.
She gasped, her brown hair fanning across his pillow, eyes wide with surprise and unmistakable desire. Her body was soft and yielding beneath his, the heat of her skin against his chest sending sparks racing along his nerves.
"This okay?" he asked, his voice rough with want as he braced himself above her.
"More than okay," she breathed, her hands sliding up his arms to his shoulders, feeling the corded muscles there.
Courtney crawled up beside them, her eyes dark and hungry as she watched his body covering Mandy's smaller frame. Her gaze fixed on where his cock pressed against Mandy's abdomen, the contrast between them stark and arousing.
"Jesus," Courtney whispered, uncharacteristically reverent. She reached out, trailing her fingers along Robert's spine. "Look at you two."
Robert could feel himself throbbing against Mandy's soft skin, his size emphasized by her smaller frame. The visual seemed to fascinate Courtney, whose hand moved to trace where they pressed together.
"You're going to split her in half," Courtney murmured, but there was no mockery in her voice—only heat and something like awe.
Mandy shifted beneath Robert, her thighs parting to cradle his hips. The movement brought his cock directly against her center, the heat of her arousal evident even without direct contact. Robert's breath hitched, his arms tensing as he fought the instinct to push forward.
"Fuck," he muttered, dropping his forehead to rest against hers. "You feel so good, Mandy. Just like this."
"Could feel better," Courtney suggested, her hand sliding between them to wrap around his length. "For both of you."
Mandy's eyes locked with Robert's, a question in their depths. "Do you want to?" she asked softly.
"More than anything," he admitted, the raw honesty in his voice surprising even himself. "But only if you're sure."
"I'm sure," Mandy said, reaching up to touch his face. Her palm was warm against his cheek, her touch almost unbearably gentle. "I've been sure for longer than I'd like to admit."
"Same," Courtney added, her usual snark softened by genuine desire. "In case anyone was wondering."
Robert laughed, the sound dissolving into a groan as Courtney guided him to Mandy's entrance. "Trust me," he said, his eyes never leaving Mandy's face as he felt her heat against him, "I wasn't forgetting about you."
"Better not," Courtney replied, but her voice lacked its usual bite. She leaned in, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to Mandy's temple. "Ready, brunette?"
Mandy nodded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she felt Robert begin to press forward. Her breath escaped in a soft "oh" as the head of his cock slipped inside, stretching her in a way that walked the perfect line between pleasure and discomfort.
"Jesus," Robert muttered, forcing himself to go slow, to give her time to adjust. "You're so tight."
"Don't stop." Mandy moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he eased deeper.
"Wasn't planning on it," he assured her, his voice strained with the effort of restraint.
Courtney watched them with undisguised fascination, her hand trailing patterns across Robert's back as he slowly worked his way inside Mandy. "Fuck, that's hot," she murmured, leaning in to press kisses along Mandy's collarbone. "The look on your face right now, Blondie—Brownie, I guess?"
Mandy laughed breathlessly, the sound catching on a gasp as Robert pushed deeper still. "You're—ah—impossible," she managed, though there was no heat behind the words.
"Part of my charm," Courtney agreed, her hand sliding down to cup Mandy's breast. She rolled the nipple between her fingers, drawing another gasp from Mandy. "Is he filling you up nicely?"
"God, yes," Mandy breathed, her back arching slightly off the bed. The movement took Robert another fraction deeper, and they both groaned at the sensation.
Robert paused when he was fully seated inside her, giving them both a moment to adjust to the overwhelming sensation. Mandy felt incredible around him—hot and tight and perfect. He could feel her pulse around him, her body gradually relaxing to accommodate his size.
"You okay?" he asked, searching her face for any sign of discomfort.
"Never better," she replied, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Though I might be better if you started moving."
"Demanding," Courtney observed with approval. "I like this side of you."
"Shut up and kiss me," Mandy told her, reaching up to tangle her fingers in Courtney's dark hair.
Courtney complied without argument, capturing Mandy's mouth in a deep kiss just as Robert began to move. The first slow withdrawal and thrust drew a muffled moan from Mandy, the sound swallowed by Courtney's kiss.
Robert established a gentle rhythm, each thrust careful and measured as he watched Mandy's face for reactions. The sight of her kissing Courtney while he moved inside her was almost too much—a fantasy he hadn't even allowed himself to fully form now playing out beneath him.
"Fuck, you two," he groaned, his pace increasing slightly as Mandy's body responded to him, growing wetter and more yielding with each stroke. "You have no idea how good you look right now."
Courtney broke the kiss, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "I think we have some idea," she said, her hand sliding down Mandy's body to where she and Robert were joined. "But why don't you tell us anyway?"
Her fingers found Mandy's clit, circling it in time with Robert's thrusts. Mandy's reaction was immediate and intense—her back arching sharply, a cry escaping her lips as the dual stimulation sent shockwaves of pleasure through her.
"Oh god," she gasped, her internal muscles clenching around Robert. "That's—don't stop, please don't stop."
"Not a chance," Robert assured her, his rhythm faltering slightly at the incredible sensation of her tightening around him. He leaned down to capture her mouth in a brief, fierce kiss before pulling back to watch her face.
Courtney's fingers continued their skilled movements, her other hand sliding up to cup Mandy's breast again. "Come for us, Mandy," she murmured, her voice surprisingly gentle. "Let us see you fall apart."
Mandy's eyes fluttered closed, her body caught in a perfect storm of sensation—Robert's cock stretching her perfectly from the inside, Courtney's fingers working magic on her most sensitive spots, and both of them watching her with such naked desire that she felt simultaneously exposed and cherished.
"I'm close," she warned, her voice breaking on the words. "So close."
"Let go," Robert encouraged, his thrusts deepening, hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars. "We've got you."
The combination of his words, his cock, and Courtney's talented fingers pushed Mandy over the edge. She came with a cry that might have been both their names, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around Robert, nearly triggering his own release.
"Fuck," he ground out, forcing himself to hold back, to keep moving through her orgasm, prolonging it. "That's it, Mandy. God, you're beautiful."
Courtney watched Mandy's face with fascination as she rode out her climax, her fingers still moving in gentle circles to draw out every last aftershock. "Fuck, that was hot," she murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to Mandy's parted lips. "Think you can handle more?"
Mandy's eyes opened slowly, hazy with pleasure but still hungry. "Definitely," she said, her voice hoarse. She reached for Courtney, tugging her closer. "But I think it's your turn now."
Courtney found herself caught in a perfect trap of her own making—pressed against Mandy's soft body, her knees digging into the mattress as she leaned forward. The position left her completely exposed from behind, her wet sex on full display for Robert's appreciative gaze.
"Fuck," Robert murmured, his voice rough with desire as he took in the sight of her.
The first light spank caught her by surprise, his palm connecting with the curve of her ass with just enough force to send a jolt of pleasure-pain radiating through her body. Courtney whimpered against Mandy's neck, the sound muffled but unmistakable.
"What was that?" Robert asked, his hand resting on the slightly reddened skin where he'd spanked her.
Courtney turned her head just enough to look back at him over her shoulder, her dark hair falling across her face. "More," she whispered, the word barely audible, almost embarrassed.
Robert raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. "What do you want, Courtney?" he asked, his voice dropping to a register she'd never heard from him before. "You're going to have to speak up."
Mandy's fingers threaded through Courtney's hair, brushing it back from her face with surprising tenderness. "It's okay," she murmured, her brown eyes soft and understanding. "Tell him what you need."
Courtney felt her face flush, a vulnerability she'd never allowed herself to show creeping up her neck and settling in her cheeks. She wiggled her ass slightly, a wordless plea that made Robert's smile widen.
"More," she repeated, louder this time. "Please. Anything. Just... touch me."
"Anything?" Robert echoed, his hand sliding down the curve of her ass to where she was wet and aching. "That's a dangerous word, Visi."
His fingers traced her folds lightly, teasingly, drawing a frustrated groan from deep in her throat. Then, without warning, he delivered a light spank directly to her pussy, the contact sending a shock of pleasure so intense that Courtney's entire body jerked.
"Fuck!" she cried out, the sound muffled against Mandy's collarbone. Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more contact, more friction, more of everything.
"Too much?" Robert asked, genuine concern threading through his voice despite the obvious arousal darkening his eyes.
"No," Courtney managed, her voice shakier than she'd ever admit. "God, no. Just... don't stop."
Mandy shifted beneath her, adjusting their positions so she could see Courtney's face better. "Look at you," she murmured, a hint of wonder in her voice. "I've never seen you like this before."
"Shut up," Courtney muttered, but there was no heat behind the words.
Robert delivered another light spank, drawing a keening sound from her throat that she would absolutely deny making later.
"Christ, you're wet," Robert observed, his fingers sliding through her folds immediately after the spank, gathering her arousal. "Is this all for us, Courtney?"
"No, it's for the fucking mailman," she shot back, though the sarcasm lost some of its bite when delivered between gasps. "What do you think?"
Mandy laughed softly, the sound vibrating through her chest where Courtney was pressed against her. "Even now, you can't help yourself, can you?"
"It's part of my—oh, fuck—charm," Courtney managed as Robert's fingers found her entrance, circling teasingly.
"Is that what you call it?" Robert asked, pressing just the tip of one finger inside her, then withdrawing before she could push back against him. "I've had other words for it over the weeks."
"Like what?" Courtney challenged, trying to maintain some semblance of her usual bravado despite the desperate ache building between her legs.
"Infuriating," Robert suggested, delivering another light spank that made her gasp. "Exasperating." Another spank, slightly harder. "Impossible." His fingers slid through her wetness again, this time finding her clit and circling it with maddening lightness.
"You love it," Courtney insisted, her hips moving of their own accord, seeking more pressure, more friction.
"God help me, I think I do," Robert admitted, the honesty in his voice momentarily stunning her into silence.
Mandy took advantage of Courtney's momentary speechlessness to capture her mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing her gasp as Robert finally, finally slid two fingers inside her.
"Fuck, you're tight," Robert murmured, his fingers curling to find that spot inside her that made her see stars. "Is this what you wanted, Courtney? My fingers inside you while Mandy kisses you senseless?"
Courtney couldn't answer—wouldn't answer—but her body responded for her, clenching around his fingers as a desperate moan escaped into Mandy's mouth.
"I'll take that as a yes," Robert said, the smugness in his voice both infuriating and incredibly arousing.
Mandy broke the kiss, her lips trailing along Courtney's jaw to her ear. "Let go," she whispered, her breath warm against Courtney's skin. "You don't have to be in control all the time. Not with us."
The words hit Courtney like a physical blow, breaking through defenses she hadn't even realized she was still maintaining. Her body sagged against Mandy's, surrendering in a way she never had before.
"That's it," Robert encouraged, his voice gentler now as his fingers continued their relentless rhythm inside her. His thumb found her clit, pressing with just the right amount of pressure. "Let us take care of you for once."
"I don't need—" Courtney started to protest, the words dying in her throat as Robert's free hand delivered another spank, this one harder than the others.
"Yes, you do," he said firmly. "And that's okay."
Mandy's hands slid down Courtney's back, coming to rest on her ass. She spread Courtney wider, giving Robert better access. "We've got you," she promised, pressing a kiss to Courtney's temple.
"I can't—" she gasped, her body trembling as Robert added a third finger, stretching her deliciously.
"You can," Robert assured her, his pace increasing. "Come for us, Courtney. Let us see you."
Mandy's hand slid around to find Courtney's breast, her fingers rolling the nipple in time with Robert's thrusts. "You're beautiful like this," she murmured. "So open. So real."
Her orgasm crashed through her with unexpected force, tears springing to her eyes as pleasure radiated outward from her core. She cried out, the sound raw and unfiltered, the sound caught by another kiss from Mandy.
Robert didn't stop, his fingers continuing their relentless rhythm as she pulsed around them, drawing out her pleasure until she was gasping and shaking.
"Too much," she finally managed, reaching back to grasp his wrist.
Robert immediately stilled his hand, though he didn't withdraw completely. "You okay?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.
Courtney nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She felt flayed open, exposed in ways that went far beyond the physical. Part of her wanted to retreat, to rebuild her walls and pretend this moment of vulnerability had never happened.
But Mandy's arms were around her, and Robert's hand was stroking soothingly along her back, and somehow, the thought of pulling away seemed worse than staying in this moment of raw honesty.
"That was..." Courtney trailed off, unable to find words that wouldn't sound trite or, worse, sincere.
"Yeah," Robert agreed, understanding what she couldn't say. "It was."
Mandy pressed a gentle kiss to Courtney's forehead, a gesture so unexpectedly tender that Courtney felt those damned tears threatening again. "You're still shaking," Mandy observed softly.
"I'm fine," Courtney insisted automatically, though the tremors running through her body belied her words.
"Sure you are," Robert said, his tone making it clear he didn't believe her for a second. He carefully withdrew his fingers, drawing a final gasp from her oversensitized body. "Always fine, aren't you, Visi?"
"Takes one to know one, dispatch man," she managed, her voice steadier than she felt.
Robert's mouth quirked in a half-smile. "Touché."
"As fascinating as this mutual deflection is," Mandy interrupted, her hand still making soothing circles on Courtney's back, "I think we're forgetting something important."
"What's that?" Robert asked, his attention shifting to Mandy.
Mandy's eyes glinted with mischief as she shifted her gaze from Robert's face down to his still-hard cock. "You haven't had your turn yet," she said, her voice a mixture of concern and anticipation.
Robert followed her gaze, suddenly aware of his own neglected arousal. "I'm fine," he started to say, but Courtney cut him off with a snort.
"Bullshit," she said, pushing herself up on shaky arms. Despite her recent orgasm, her eyes had already regained that predatory gleam. "You don't get to play the selfless hero now, dispatch man. Not when you're sporting that impressive situation."
Robert felt his face heat. "I wasn't—"
"You were," both women said in unison, then exchanged surprised glances before breaking into laughter.
Courtney recovered first, her hand sliding down to wrap around his length. "Fuck, you're still rock hard," she murmured, giving him an experimental stroke that made his breath catch. "After all that, you must be dying for some relief."
"I can wait," he insisted, though his cock twitched in her grip, betraying his words.
"But I can't," Courtney replied, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She shifted her position, moving to kneel beside him. "I want to feel you inside me, Robert. Want to know if you'll fill me up as perfectly as you did Mandy."
Robert's throat went dry at her words, at the naked want in her eyes. "Courtney—"
"Please," she said, and the vulnerability in that single word nearly undid him. Courtney never asked for anything—she demanded, she took, she insisted. But she didn't beg.
Until now.
Mandy watched them both, her brown eyes dark with renewed desire. "She wants you," she said softly. "We both do."
Courtney moved with surprising grace, positioning herself on all fours in front of him. She looked back over her shoulder, her dark hair falling across her face in a way that made Robert's heart stutter. "Like this?" she asked, and for once, there was no challenge in her voice—just genuine question.
"Christ," Robert muttered, his hands finding her hips almost of their own accord. Her skin was warm beneath his palms, soft despite the wiry strength he knew lay beneath. "Are you sure?"
Courtney wiggled her hips impatiently. "Would I be presenting my ass to you if I wasn't sure? Yes, I'm fucking sure."
There was the Courtney he knew—impatient, demanding, hiding vulnerability beneath bravado. But there was something else there too, a tremor in her voice that spoke of need beyond the physical.
Robert positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock brushing against her entrance. She was still slick from her earlier orgasm, her body quivering with oversensitivity and anticipation. He could feel her trembling beneath his hands.
"I don't want to hurt you," he said, hesitating.
"You won't," she assured him, pushing back slightly so that the head of his cock slipped just inside her. They both gasped at the sensation. "Fuck, you're big," she breathed, but there was no fear in her voice—only hunger.
Mandy moved beside them, her hand coming to rest on Courtney's lower back. "Breathe," she instructed gently. "Relax for him."
Robert watched in fascination as Courtney followed Mandy's direction, her body visibly relaxing as she took a deep breath. He pressed forward slightly, gaining another inch inside her tight heat.
"Oh god," Courtney moaned, her head dropping between her shoulders. "More. Please, more."
Robert obliged, pushing deeper in a slow, steady thrust that had Courtney's fingers curling into the sheets. He could feel her body stretching around him, accommodating his size inch by inch until he was fully seated inside her.
"Fuck," he ground out, his hands tightening on her hips. "You feel incredible."
Courtney made a sound that might have been a laugh or a sob. "Move," she demanded, though her voice cracked on the word. "Please, Robert, I need you to move."
Robert began to withdraw slowly, then pushed back in with a controlled thrust that made Courtney's entire body shudder. He established a rhythm, each stroke measured and deliberate, watching as Courtney's body accepted him more easily with each pass.
"God, look at you," Mandy murmured, her hand still making soothing circles on Courtney's back. "Taking him so well."
Courtney couldn't respond—could barely think beyond the sensation of being so completely filled. Robert was bigger than anyone she'd been with before, stretching her in ways that walked the perfect line between pleasure and pain. Each thrust sent sparks racing along her nerves, her oversensitive body somehow hungry for more despite the intensity.
"Harder," she managed to gasp, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "I won't break, dispatch man."
Robert's rhythm faltered for a moment, then resumed with increased force. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by Courtney's increasingly desperate moans.
"Like this?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control.
"Yes," Courtney hissed, her body trembling beneath him. "God, yes. Just like that."
Mandy watched them with undisguised fascination, her hand moving from Courtney's back to trace the place where Robert's body joined with Courtney's. The touch made them both gasp.
"You're so wet," Mandy observed, her fingers gathering Courtney's arousal. "Does he feel good inside you?"
"So good," Courtney admitted, past the point of pride or pretense. "So fucking good. I can't—I don't—"
"Shh," Mandy soothed, leaning down to press a kiss to Courtney's shoulder. "Just feel it. Let it happen."
Robert could feel Courtney tightening around him, her inner walls beginning to flutter with the approach of another orgasm. The sight of her beneath him, vulnerable and wanting, combined with Mandy's gentle encouragement, was pushing him dangerously close to his own release.
"Courtney," he warned, his rhythm becoming less controlled. "I'm close."
"Inside," she gasped, the word barely audible. "Please, inside."
The request—so unexpected, so intimate—nearly pushed Robert over the edge then and there. He managed to hold back, just barely, his pace increasing as Courtney's body began to tremble more violently beneath him.
"Are you sure?" he asked, even as his body screamed at him to just take what was being offered.
"Yes," Courtney insisted, her voice breaking on the word. "Please, Robert. I want to feel you."
Mandy's hand slid beneath Courtney, finding her clit with unerring accuracy. "Come with him," she encouraged, her fingers moving in tight circles. "Let go, Courtney."
The combination of Robert's thrusts, Mandy's skilled touch, and the overwhelming intimacy of the moment sent Courtney spiraling into her second orgasm. She cried out, her body clenching around Robert in rhythmic pulses that finally, finally broke his control.
Robert came with a groan that might have been Courtney's name, his hips pressing flush against her as he spilled inside her. The sensation of his release triggered another wave of pleasure through Courtney's oversensitized body, drawing out her orgasm until she was shaking and gasping beneath him.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their combined heavy breathing. Robert remained inside Courtney, his body curved protectively over hers as they both came down from the high. Mandy watched them with a soft smile, her hand making soothing circles on Courtney's back.
"Holy shit," Courtney finally managed, her voice muffled against the mattress.
Robert laughed breathlessly, carefully withdrawing from her body. "Yeah," he agreed, collapsing onto the bed beside her. "That about sums it up."
Mandy stretched out on Courtney's other side, her hand finding Robert's across Courtney's back. Their fingers intertwined, a simple gesture that somehow felt as intimate as everything that had come before.
"So," Courtney said after a moment, her voice already regaining some of its usual edge despite the lingering breathlessness. "Does this mean I get to keep the plastic chair? Since you've clearly upgraded your sleeping arrangements."
Robert snorted, squeezing Mandy's hand as their eyes met over Courtney's prone form. "The chair stays where it is," he said firmly. "But I might be persuaded to share the bed. Under certain conditions."
"What conditions?" Courtney asked, rolling onto her side to face him. Her usual defensiveness was absent, replaced by a curious vulnerability that made Robert's chest tighten.
"That this isn't just a one-time thing," he said, his eyes moving from Courtney to Mandy and back again. "That we figure out... whatever this is. Together."
Mandy's smile widened, her fingers tightening around his. "I think that can be arranged," she said softly.
Courtney was quiet for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, with a dramatic sigh that didn't quite hide the genuine emotion beneath, she said, "Fine. But I'm not doing the dishes. And I'm definitely not sharing the bathroom counter space."
"Already planning to move in?" Robert teased, though the thought sent a surprising warmth through his chest.
"Just establishing boundaries," Courtney replied primly. Then, with a wicked grin that promised all sorts of trouble, she added, "Besides, who says we're done for tonight? I've got all kinds of ideas for round two."
"Round two?" Robert echoed, his eyebrows rising. "I'm not twenty anymore, Visi."
"Good thing you've got two of us to help you along, then," she replied, her hand sliding down his chest with clear intent. "Don't worry, dispatch man. We'll be gentle."
The look she exchanged with Mandy suggested "gentle" was the last thing on their minds. Man What happened to playing it slow?