~~Beatrice~~
They had more sex. A lot of sex. A lot, lot, lot of sex. They spent multiple weeks in bed, pretty much only getting up and out when they needed a bite to eat.
Part of Triss thought maybe Sándor would reveal a more forward and open personality when he got comfortable. And he did get comfortable with them. But, nope, the man was just a quiet, reserved, stoic dude, right down to his soul. Which made every conversation with him a strange delight, because she -- Jen, too -- managed to pull smiles and chuckles out of him semi frequently. And with a guy like Sándor, semi frequently was a lot. It was a fun game, seeing if they could get past his shell, and they were getting better at it.
His reserved nature changed when you got an instrument in his hands. Some people were just like that. They opened up when they had the avenue to do so, and Sándor opened up like a nerd talking about his favorite topic. He talked about music, and then rode that momentum to talk about other stuff.
It felt like a normal relationship, which was really fucking weird considering their history, who he was, who she was, and the second girl in the bed with them. But, something about hanging out with Sándor and just talking about shit felt perfectly, oddly normal.
Where was the drama? Was she too old for drama? Was he? A small part of her wanted some drama, the part of her that was actually kinda interested in sparkling vampires who stalked high school girls. A much larger part of her was so fucking god damn glad she didn't have any of that shit to worry about.
Like, right now. She was in bed with her boyfriend and girlfriend, getting spooned by Sándor, and melting back into his chest to feel the hard muscles against her. Jen was sitting on the foot of the bed, looking at the TV Sándor had in his bedroom, and looking through the streamer app for something to watch. All three of them were naked.
Cuddling. She was cuddling with Sándor. It'd taken a while to get to this point. Sex was the easy part, but it'd taken a couple weeks before either of them felt comfortable holding hands, let alone cuddling. That was where shit could get real intimate, and the both of them were terrified of that.
But, again, like trying on clothes that fit perfectly, she fell into a groove with Sándor that left her fucking speechless, and him too. They just... got along, intellectually, and emotionally. No need for a big dramatic argument to break down some emotional wall between them. It just fit right. And it was fucking weird, but god damn exhilarating.
She was cuddling with a man again, a great man, and it felt wonderful.
"Nope," Triss said, waving a hand at Jen. "Nope. Nope. Nope."
After a heavy groan, Jen threw her a heavier glare.
"Pick something!" She got back to flicking between the options of shit to watch.
"Nope. Nope. No--wait, go back. Um... nope. Nope. Nope."
Sándor chuckled, and slipped an arm around her chest. Surprisingly he didn't need to be invited this time, and he cupped her lower breast with a gentle squeeze while his index finger teased her nipple piercing.
Jen snapped her head around to yell at Triss some more, but when she saw what Sándor was up to, she put the controller aside and crawled over to them. And Jen wouldn't crawl anywhere unless she did it cat style, back arched and huge breasts swaying underneath her. She got on top of them, both of them, and let gravity pull her down until she was between them.
"Selfish bitch," Triss said.
"Mhmm." Nodding and grinning like, again, a fucking evil cat, she put her back to Sándor instead, and guided his hand to do to her what he'd been doing to Triss.
Honestly, Triss couldn't blame her. She turned around, rested on her other shoulder, and watched as Sándor was helpless to resist gently massaging the breast that filled and overflowed his hand.
"Find Aaron yet?" Triss asked. Much as she kept telling herself there was nothing to worry about anymore and that they could relax, the Aaron puzzle itched at her.
Sándor looked over Jen's shoulder, shook his head at Triss, and leaned down to kiss Jen's neck. Wow, he was feeling bold. No matter how many times they fucked, it was clear Sándor was never going to get used to their weird threesome relationship, at least not completely. He must have been in a playful mood.
Jen grinned at Triss, sharing the same thought. She nudged herself back into Sándor, and encouraged the man to continue.
Triss had full plans to ruin Jen's fun, but not just yet. Instead, she put a hand on Jen's other breast, and joined Sándor in the miracle that was playing with a big tit.
"I think you're fine," Jen said. "He's not going to try and hurt you."
"Yeah, not with all these blood door rituals I've been setting up." No way she went to sleep at day anymore without one. Aaron could have a thrall or ghoul around, waiting to storm into her home and set her on fire while she slept. It was why she and Jen had found a new place to sleep during the day, a cozy little hole in the ground -- literally -- that no one else knew about. Maybe they'd start sleeping at Sándor's place, but it wasn't entirely safe either. No building was.
"Stop worrying." Jen grabbed her shoulder, and pulled her in for a quick kiss. "Aaron's not going to do anything."
"Says you."
"I knew him longer than you."
"I don't think any of us really knew him, except Jacob," Triss said.
"Maybe, but Othello knew him for a long time, too."
"Othello is--"
"A moron, yes, but he's also a good reader of people. He's like a... golden retriever."
Triss choked on a laugh. "I guess." She glanced past Jen to Sándor, but he just shrugged slightly. Dude was ancient and patient and all sorts of mature and wise, but not a people person. He'd probably be good at poker, not because he could read people, but because he could make himself unreadable.
"Well, I'm still gonna sleep in our little cubby-hole with a blood door set up, until we at least find out what happened to him," Triss said.
"Smart," Sándor said. "But there is another place you could sleep."
"Yeah?" Triss asked.
"My lair."
"Your la--ooh." She nodded slowly as she came in closer, until her body was pressed to Jen's. "Is that safe?" Much as she was cool with the idea of sleeping in Sándor's badass, if super old and dirty, nightmare castle, they hadn't done anything involving his Horror. Anything, not even visited for a chat. Not because they were afraid to, even though they kinda were, but because they were enjoying being in the physical world and fucking all night and enjoying the softness of modern beds. Talking with him while he was merged with his Horror was on the to-do list.
"It takes a long time before my hunger becomes an issue. Months, thanks to Azamel's help."
