OOM: Business ventures.

[yosafbridge]

Saffron's room, for the most part, remains exactly the same as when she'd been in it last - apart from a few newly acquired trophies (paid for by a portion of the sum her job with Ben Wade had gotten her).

She takes a moment to arrange for some food and wine to be sent up in about an hour or so, then proceeds to make herself comfortable in the sitting area - removing her boots, pulling out the pin that holds the majority of her red curls up and away from her neck, and stretching out on one of the luxuriously stuffed couches.

"Is there anything I can get you two?" she asks, rolling over onto her stomach, her feet dangling in the air as she sizes up the two men.

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[yosafbridge]

She gasps, the initial penetration almost feeling like it may be too much for her to handle, but his touch is gentle on her and she has Moist thrusting below, distracting her from the sensation overload with lips on her breast and his length sliding deep and deeper.

She's surrounded by her men, one below and one poised behind, the three of them joined together through her body, and a breathless moan escapes her lips and hovers in the heavy, musky air.

[scots_wolf]

Urquahrt feels Moist's movement, and shudders, moaning with pleasure.

Yes, this is as good as he remembers.

His hand slides around from Saffron's hip to between her legs, to add to her pleasure, and meets Moist's hand there.

[morethanprops]

Moist traces Urquhart's hand before gently probing Saffron as he thrusts, his moans louder as he squeezes Urquhart's butt.

[yosafbridge]

She eases into a rhythm between them, rocking forward against Moist's hips and then back, sinking down slowly onto Urquhart's length.

Their hands are touching her together, two sets of five fingers sliding between her legs, and she throws her head back to cry out in sheer, unadulterated bliss, descending into near-unintelligible Mandarin.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart chuckles softly, pleased, between the moans.

Oh yes.

If she starts speaking Chinese this way, they're doing hit right.

He smiles at Moist, and bends to kiss him again.

[morethanprops]

When Moist kisses him, he returns it passionately and cries out himself as the combination of being inside Saffron and Urquhart's hand with his pushes him towards the edge.

[yosafbridge]

Her body bows, arching between them, giving over to uncontrollable trembling when she nears her own overwhelming peak.

She buries her face against Moist's shoulder and bites down, crying out sharply, coming in a rush and release that leaves her boneless, voiceless.

[scots_wolf]

Feeling them both climax pulls Urquhart with them; he shudders, moans and spills himself in a long, drawn-out, incredibly delicious shudder.

He manages to pull himself out and off and lie down beside them instead of crushing them before all his strength is spent and he just lies there, breathing heavily, utterly done.

[morethanprops]

As Saffron bites him, he climaxes with another cry and just barely supports Saffron.

He manages to turn his head towards Urquhart and grins at him, as he cradles Saffron.

[yosafbridge]

Her body helplessly collapses over top of Moist's, her arms and legs limply falling to either side of him as she pillows her cheek on his chest.

Her head also turns in Urquhart's direction, offering him a sated grin as she reaches out to stroke lazy fingertips down the contours of his abdomen.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart lies beside them, an arm loosely draped over them, and smiles into their eyes.

He lifts his head, which feels very heavy, and softly kisses first Saffron's lips, then Moist's.

[morethanprops]

Its a moment that really doesn't need words so Moist gently strokes Saffron's hair as he returns Urquhart's kiss.

Though his grin turns into a smirk as he imagines his ever proper grandmother seeing him and wondering what happened to her polite grandson.

[yosafbridge]

It's a while before she moves, sliding off Moist to lay between the two men, resting on her stomach as a few sweaty red curls slide into her eyes. Weakly, she attempts to blow them out of her face and fails, chuckling softly.

"Mmm, remind me to do that again in the very near future," she groans.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart lifts his hand and touches her hair. "Whenever you want," he says. "Just say the word."

[morethanprops]

He turns to kiss her on the lips, "Oh yes."

[yosafbridge]

She kisses each of them in turn, sighing contentedly against two different pairs of lips.

"After," she murmurs. "To celebrate the inevitable success of a job well done."

Besides, she does enjoy to work them up ever so much.

[scots_wolf]

"First, I take it, there's going to be food and drinks, and then we can plot more," Urquhart says.

[morethanprops]

Moist laughs as he props himself on his elbow to look at them both,

"Yes, a nice profitable venture, but don't think you can lead us too much by the short and curlies, my dear."

[yosafbridge]

"We'll see about that," she teases, nipping at Moist's lips.

"As for the food and wine, that should be arriving right about - "

Knock, knock.

"Now," she concludes, rising and slipping into Moist's jacket - and nothing else - to answer the door for the tray of food and the jug of wine that she'd ordered an hour before.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart sits up.

"Your timing is impeccable," he says, his eyes on the back of her legs.

[morethanprops]

As she walks over, Moist stands up and grabs a blanket that he quickly loops around his waist and sits down,

"Do you have any glasses?"

[yosafbridge]

She sets the tray down on the bed, resting the jug on the bedside table, and disappears for a moment, only to return with three wineglasses and some napkins.

"I always come prepared," she murmurs, winking at him, and rejoins them on the bed. "Don't you?"

[scots_wolf]

"It would be very stupid of me if I didn't," Urquhart says, smiling. "I don't go on a commission and then discover I forgot my crossbow, either."

[morethanprops]

Moist grins at her, then relaxed again, not minding if the blanket unties,

"Oh yes, I've got a number of things prepared in that jacket you're wearing."

[yosafbridge]

She leans back on one hand, the corresponding sleeve of the jacket sliding down to reveal a bare shoulder, reaching out for a piece of cheese from the tray and pairing it with a small piece of hot, fresh bread.

"Really? And what would I find if I reached inside?"