[For all Julius is close, he's not quite close enough for the domino effect to send him tumbling immediately after the two of them. But as Marcus leans back toward him, Julius takes a stronger hand, less concerned about pulling him (them) along with him now. The control he was exerting earlier is contrarily more obvious now that he eases it some, and his hand is likely to leave a bruise.
When his release catches him, it's the first real sound he's made since conversation lapsed, a deep groan of satisfaction. Of something like relief.]
( this is, she thinks, precisely what she had been so terribly concerned in the herald's dream that she might have entirely missed out upon. there is some satisfaction in finding it as good—better than—she imagined it could have been, as she'd wrung her hands at the idea it had already turned to smoke between them before she'd known it was even possible.
she kisses marcus again, because he's there and it's a pleasant thing to do with his mouth and her own, and slides her hand over marcus and julius's both on his side— )
Come down here, ( affectionately. she knows what that noise means. )
[ Marcus is near meditative in his own satisfaction as Julius finishes, the firmer handling something familiar and not unappreciated. Also not unappreciated: when it's over, and the gravity of slipping sideways off of Petra and into the bed beside her, muscles all along his back and legs and arms a riot of pleasant aching exhaustion that may be less pleasant tomorrow.
That's fine. What's a tomorrow, can he fuck it, etc.
He breathes slow and deep, boneless while the other two arrange themselves as they may. Even if he had inclination to be insecure, any worry about being kicked out of bed now that it's over would be circumvented by the fact he can no longer move, possibly forever. ]
[As they come apart, Julius winds up the one who is momentarily in the middle. He catches Petrana in a heated and lingering kiss, one hand going to her side and the other, behind him, grazing Marcus's hip absently. He has the vague idea of rearranging to keep Marcus between the two of them, as if that goal was in itself very important. But his focus and his motor functions are both sufficiently fuzzy that it may take a moment for that intention to realistically become possible.]
( it is eventually none of those things that actually stops them from indefinitely curling up around marcus like particularly well-read, mostly-blonde bookends—though it is among them, because petrana is no more immediately inclined to move from where she lands. she couldn't confidently assert, however, if it's five minutes or fifteen or longer between that hazy, very good moment and the way her eyes snag on the window and the height of the sun and— )
Silver, ( she says, abruptly, using one hand directly flattened on julius's pectoral to lever herself up from the bed.
she is suddenly a flurry of movement and fabric, a wet cloth dragged briskly between her legs and some fewer than the number of layers they removed from her hastily laced back on, the effort to right her hair not very successful. there are kisses, marcus and then julius and then the dog (their mouths; his forehead), and: )
I have an appointment—I will be back—I would very much like us to do that again, and in fact exclusively—Julius, tell him, I am going to be late—
[ The summoning of Silver's name has Marcus' cracking open one eye, at least, not all the way startled into thinking that man in particular has materialised into the room or anything. As Petrana becomes a whirlwind of activity, he seems to sink even deeper amongst the bedding and pillows and Julius, as stubbornly given to lazing as a big lion after a meal he didn't totally earn for himself.
Stirs, a little, when he is kissed, noting her state of dress with some baffle, before her words register too.
His focus turns to Julius, head slightly lifted. ]
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When his release catches him, it's the first real sound he's made since conversation lapsed, a deep groan of satisfaction. Of something like relief.]
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she kisses marcus again, because he's there and it's a pleasant thing to do with his mouth and her own, and slides her hand over marcus and julius's both on his side— )
Come down here, ( affectionately. she knows what that noise means. )
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That's fine. What's a tomorrow, can he fuck it, etc.
He breathes slow and deep, boneless while the other two arrange themselves as they may. Even if he had inclination to be insecure, any worry about being kicked out of bed now that it's over would be circumvented by the fact he can no longer move, possibly forever. ]
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Silver, ( she says, abruptly, using one hand directly flattened on julius's pectoral to lever herself up from the bed.
she is suddenly a flurry of movement and fabric, a wet cloth dragged briskly between her legs and some fewer than the number of layers they removed from her hastily laced back on, the effort to right her hair not very successful. there are kisses, marcus and then julius and then the dog (their mouths; his forehead), and: )
I have an appointment—I will be back—I would very much like us to do that again, and in fact exclusively—Julius, tell him, I am going to be late—
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Stirs, a little, when he is kissed, noting her state of dress with some baffle, before her words register too.
His focus turns to Julius, head slightly lifted. ]
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