Oeillade

Ocicat

             Lia walked straight up to the counter of the little wayside inn. Durand came behind, readying his purse and appreciating the way Lia’s pants showed her form far better than a bustle ever could. Robespierre and the carriage driver followed with the party’s overnight baggage.

“We require one room,” Lia stated, startling Durand almost into spilling the coins out across the floor. The innkeeper had already raised an eyebrow at Lia’s unconventional attire, and now his expression shifted to a leer. Lia turned away to gather her gear, leaving Durand to negotiate payment.

A maid showed them to their room upstairs. Inside, Durand dropped his kit in the corner and contemplated the single, modest bed as he struggled with his boots. Although he regularly shared a bed with Lia, and had, on occasion, made use of one with Robespierre, he and Lia had always arranged for a separate room. He’d felt uncomfortable when Lia finally found out about his dalliances with their partner. She had made a joke of the entire affair, and he hadn’t had the courage to press her about it. Now, suddenly, she was taking the initiative to develop the relationship between all three of them.

Lia walked in last and closed the door. Quickly kicking off her boots, she didn’t spare a glance for the bed.

“Well, de Beaumont?” asked Robespierre.

Lia pulled him down and kissed him, meeting Durand’s eyes over his shoulder and holding his gaze. Durand wasn’t sure whether he was jealous or aroused as he watched his lover move close against Robespierre.

Robespierre took an awkward step back as Lia pushed him, then followed her rhythm and walked smoothly in her arms as she guided him toward Durand. He made a small noise, perhaps of surprise, as he was maneuvered into Durand’s embrace. Durand closed his eyes and let his face fall forward into Robespierre’s hair, smelling his familiar lavender cologne. Robespierre made another noise, as if he might speak, but Lia still had his mouth. Durand realized he was smoothing his hand back and forth across Robespierre’s thigh and reached his other hand for Lia. She caught it, twining her fingers through his.

Lia broke the kiss with Robespierre, leaving him panting heavily as she mouthed lightly across his jaw. Durand shifted to the side so he could see her face better. He wondered if she was angry. He didn’t even know if he was angry. Robespierre, at least, seemed to be enjoying the direction Lia was taking things.

She tilted her face up toward Durand to be kissed, but the bulk of Robespierre’s body kept him from leaning far enough. He settled for applying his hands to unbuttoning her waistcoat, but Robespierre’s squirming body made it awkward.

“Lia,” Robespierre pleaded softly as Lia stepped away from them.

She crooked her brow in response, and slipped off her coat. Durand found his fingers much more deft now on the buttons of Robespierre’s shirt. As Lia unfastened her clothes, Durand worked on Robespierre’s, and Robespierre began rocking back against him. Robespierre reached for Lia and she came to them, her open shirt trailing against her thighs. And Lia’s hand was on Durand’s hand on Robespierre’s cock, and Robespierre’s hand was clutching Durand’s thigh, and Lia said, “All of us together. Isn’t this much simpler?”

“The choreography is certainly not,” muttered Durand.

For once, Maximilien seemed at loss for words, his breath hitching in silent exclamations; it was sex without books and philosophy lessons. Durand wished he’d taken the time to remove his own clothes, as his pants were feeling way too constricting. Maximilien rubbing against him was delightful but maddening.

“Nn. There,” Lia was guiding Maximilien’s hand between her legs, while Durand could feel her other hand moving more quickly. Maximilien finally vocalized, a low moan, as he came into Durand’s hand. And in his frantic movement, he stepped hard on Durand’s stockinged foot.

“Goddamnit! Why are you still wearing your boots?”

His hair tickled Durand’s neck as he leaned his head back on Durand’s shoulder to look up at him. “I did not know that I would be needing to have them off.” And then Durand almost lost his balance as Lia rested her chin on Maximilien’s chest and look up at them both. “It’s time to get some use out of that bed.”

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