“You know,” Rama said, “this isn’t what I had in mind when I asked ‘what do we do now’. I was expecting more of a talk about our futures and so on. How we want to do things.” She looked around the table, finding no support whatsoever.
“We can still do that,” I said, my mouth full of pancakes and honey, “but breakfast.” I looked around the small diner. It was less a recreation and more of an evocation of those old fifties-style breakfast places that you always saw in movies. It wasn’t as cold as those, for one, and the booths were a lot more comfortable to sit in. But the staff was nice, the food excellent, and the honey fresh from the apiaries. It was a nice place. It also came with some wonderful memories of when I’d first met Madeline.
“It’s two in the afternoon,” Rama said.
“Breakfast,” Mona agreed, chowing down on her waffles. She was still smaller than the other two, and was eating mouse-sized bites, yet somehow she was working her way through the stack faster than us, pecking away at carefully carved off pieces with her fork like an aggressively efficient pigeon.
“Agreed,” Madeline said with a smile, raising her glass of juice in a mock toast. “She’s smart and pretty, makes you wonder what I’m still around for.”
“I can think of a few things,” Rama and I said simultaneously. I looked across the table at her. Her grin was infectious, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she knew about fist-bumps. That would have been an excellent time for one, after all.
“You’re both terrible. I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Madeline said innocently as she started to drown her own stack of pancakes in fresh honey. I slowly turned to her, accusation ready to fire.
“You’re one to talk,” I said. “The first time we came here you nearly knocked me out of my seat.” Madeline blushed slightly but said nothing, looking out the window innocently as she sipped her drink again. Across from us, both Mona and Rama leaned in a little closer, their eyebrows doing a synchronized lift.
“Do tell,” Rama purred. Instead of telling her, I just showed her. At first, it had taken me some time to get used to the fact that I could suddenly see fantasies people had about me, but over time Madeline and I had learned to use them to titillate, communicate and share our most intimate thoughts and feelings. However, it was also the perfect tool for teasing. I closed my eyes and imagined slipping under the table towards Rama, knowing she’d pick up on the image as soon as she was involved.
Gently squeezing her legs, pushing her knees apart and kissing her inner thighs, before putting her legs up on the table and burying my face between her legs until she was quivering and begging for more. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the fantasy had achieved its intended effect. Rama was beet red, and looking between Madeline and myself.
“You are one to talk, Madeline,” she said, her voice a little more breathy than it had been before, but no less playful. “Fuck.” Madeline looked guilty but said nothing, chomping down on her pancakes in exactly the opposite way of Mona. Giant chunks just disappeared, honey dripping down her chin.
“So, what’s this exactly?” Mona asked. “I picked up that there’s some kind of like, demonic telepathy or whatever going on? I think?” She looked at the three of us curiously. She’d come a long way since freaking out about the horns. Rama looked at us.
“Mind if I take this one? I have a bit more… experience,” she said. Madeline nodded.
“Go ahead,” Madeline said, and Rama turned to Mona, quietly explaining things. “Rama has always been a bit more hands-on,” Madeline told me. I scooted a little closer, for no other reason than that I wanted to be closer to her. She gave me a sticky kiss on the cheek before she continued. “She’s been ‘working with’ ordinary people a lot more. If anyone can explain this stuff easily without a practical demonstration, it’s her.”
“Who said anything,” Rama interjected from across the table, “about there being no practical demonstrations?” Madeline looked a little shocked. “I’ve always felt like our ability to share fantasies was so… one-sided. It feels unfair to them --” she put a hand on Mona’s head, who smiled happily, “-- if we can’t even return the favour.” Rama took a bite of her own breakfast and wiped her mouth, making us all sit there and wait in suspense. I didn’t doubt for a second that it was all on purpose. She seemed like the type to leave people begging. “So,” she continued, “I’ve been trying to pass them on -- without revealing myself to too many new people. I’ve had some success, but it does require full acceptance and consent from the receiving party.” She turned to the girl next to her. “Mona, do you mind?”
Mona shook her head so hard I thought it was going to fall off. “Go ahead!” she said cheerfully. Rama put a hand on her cheek like she was going to kiss her again, and then Mona’s eyes fluttered open and closed a few times. I could see the blush rising from her shirt before I noticed her breathing more heavily. After a few seconds, Rama pulled her hand away, and Mona sat there like she’d just run half a marathon and had then taken a quick dive into a pool of pheromones, biting her lip like there was no tomorrow. Mona had gone from collected and curious to being the horniest person around the table -- ironic, considering the company -- in no time flat.
“See?” Rama said, self-satisfied as if she hadn’t been on the receiving end of one of those just a minute ago.
“Holy… ffffff-ahhhhhhh,” Mona said, shaking a little. Madeline reached across the table and took the girl’s hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze.
“You okay?” she asked, and, as was par for the course at this point, I was once again happily relieved at how much my love cared about people’s comfort, about their mental and emotional health. “It’s a bit much,” she continued, “and do let us know if it is.”
“Mm-hmm,” Mona said, nodding, her eyes having trouble focusing. “It’s… I… but… aa.”
“Words not working, huh?” I asked. Mona shook her head. “I remember what that’s like. Don’t worry, you don’t really get used to it, but you learn to lean into it.” I winked at her, which only seemed to make matters worse, so I hid my face behind my glass of soda.
“So yeah,” Rama said, “that’s what all that is about.” I shot her another quick reminder of the fantasy from earlier just as she was trying to drink. The contents of the glass exploded over her face, and she shot me an accusatory glare, with a glint of mischief in her eyes. “You bade it come oud of by dose,” she said, before blowing her nose on a handkerchief. “That was entirely uncalled for,” she said after she collected herself.
“Agree to disagree,” I said, prim and proper, waving my fork like a conductor. “You were looking way too happy with yourself." Madeline nudged me and I returned the sticky kiss from earlier. Rama took my moment of distraction to take a sip in safety, and then leaned forward again.
“Besides, if you want to do that again, you’re going to have to get it right. I don’t look the way you think I do,” she said. I shot her a glance that I hoped conveyed how much I didn’t know what she meant. “Down there,” she added with a meaningful glance.
“She’s saying she’s a top with a bomb-ass dick,” Madeline said casually, and this time it was Mona’s turn to choke on her drink. “But maybe we should finish up and pay before one of us dies in this booth, alright?” We all giggled and nodded. Madeline got up to pay, and it wasn’t long before we were on our way back home.
The walk was cool, and just what I needed to clear my head after the slightly steamy conversation at the diner, and I enjoyed hooking my arm through Madeline’s, coexisting peacefully. “We’re okay, right?” I whispered. She kissed me on the cheek.
“More than okay. I think we’re going to be doing great.” I couldn’t help but agree on that front. I waited for Mona and Rama to catch up and get a little bit ahead of us, before turning Madeline to me, taking her face in my hands and kissing her with just enough force to express how much she meant to me without actively hurting either of us. It was a moment of pure bliss, our lips locked together as butterflies exploded in my chest like they had every day for the last few months. We pulled apart breathlessly. “What was that for.”
“I’ve been wanting to do that for hours,” I said with a cheeky grin. “Come on, let’s catch up to the others.” Madeline kissed me one more time on the nose before we turned ahead again, seeing Rama and Mona waiting for us and smiling. Clearly, I hadn’t been as subtle as I thought I’d been. Well, too bad. Free show for them.
We made it home in no time, and Madeline made it very clear that, after the events of the morning and the delightful ‘breakfast’, she needed to lie down. I was about to ask if she wanted some alone time when she took me by the hand and practically dragged me to the bedroom. I waved bye to Mona and Rama and pulled the door closed behind me.
As Madeline wrapped arms and covers around me, I found myself sighing in relief. After everything, this was still where I belonged. This was home, this was safety, this was comfort. I turned around, my back to her, letting Madeline’s form fit mine, and we wordlessly slipped into unconsciousness almost immediately.
We woke up a few hours later, both of us stirring. Winter days being as short as they were, it was hard to get a feeling for the time, but the clock reassured me it wasn’t all that much past five yet. Still enough time for an evening meal.
“Good morning,” Madeline mumbled softly in my ear, and I turned to face her with a smile. It got me a kiss.
“Morning, beautiful,” I said. “How are you feeling?”
“Lots,” she said. “But most of it good.” I was glad to hear it and I returned the kiss. She’d been under a lot of stress and, all things considered, she’d been dealing with it a lot better than I originally had.
“Are you okay with things as they are?” I asked. “If you want we can maybe change the sleeping arrangements so you and Rama can get to know each other again. Maybe I can sleep on the sofa, or you two can take the guest room, or--” Madeline shut me up with a kiss.
“Shh,” she said. “I know you want things to work themselves out, but Rama and I are going to take time to get to know each other again. Mona can stay in the guest room. Rama is happy on the couch. If either of us wants things to change, we’ll talk about it. I promise.” She kissed me again. “Don’t try to disappear yourself to make my relationship with Rama work. The most important person to you is…” she waited for me to answer the question, and as tempting as it was to say it was her, I bit my tongue.
“Me,” I said, a little bashfully. She booped my nose with hers.
“Exactly. Focus on you. We’ll be fine,” she said. “But thank you, for trying so hard.”
“I want us to be happy,” I said. “All of us.”
“Me too.” She sat up and stretched like a cat. I sighed at the sight of her. She was gorgeous, and in that moment I really wanted to pull her down to me and make love to her until the sun came up again. “Tempting as that is,” she said, having picked up on my thoughts, “we should make sure the others are taken care of, food-wise and stuff.”
“Fiiiine,” I said with a joking whine, and rolled out of bed. “I hope Mona is okay, being left alone with Rama like that.” I opened the door and was immediately greeted by the sight of Mona sitting on her knees on the sofa and leaning against the back of it, facing the door, eyes closed. “Uh… Mona?” I asked. Her eyes flew open.
“Uh, hi,” she said, blushing furiously.
“Have you seen Rama?”
“Mmmf.” That had sounded muffled. That had sounded muffled and had come from underneath Mona, who now hid her face between her hands. “I’m here,” I heard from between Mona’s legs, Rama’s voice like she’d just come up for air.
“Yeah,” Madeline said behind me, “I think they’re doing fine.”
Comfy and cute
This is so wholesome
Wholesome and also lewd is a lovely combination; not everyone can pull it off this well!