Drabble challenge #54 - Ties that Bind
Title: Eternity is too long for jealousy
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Jean-Claude/Richard/Anita
Challenge: #54 Ties that Bind
Cross posted to my journal
“Mon ami-“
“I am not your friend, Jean-Claude!”
A long suffering sigh. “Richard, we are bound together for a very long time. She isn’t yours, she isn’t mine, she is ours.”
“You’re joking me. Ours? When? Alternate Tuesdays? She lives with Micah and Nathaniel. She formed another triumvirate. And you think she’s ours?”
“Honestly, no. Ma petite belongs to none but herself. I take great liberties in pronouncing her otherwise.”
“This is your fault!”
“I would undue it if I could. But even before, she wanted us both. Needs us both. As we both need her.”
“So we just sit back and watch her? Watch them touch her?”
“I will never tire of watching her come to pleasure.”
“Even when it isn’t you bringing her?”
“She remembers our touch, Richard, she craves it, just as we crave her, however much you want to deny it.”
“I don’t deny it. But I hate it. Hate needing her like a fix. Hate imagining the others touching her. Hearing her cries of pleasure through the marks.”
“Jealousy blinds you. Her capacity for love is greater than she imagined. It’s her heart you want, not just her body, and that is ours. For always.”
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Jean-Claude/Richard/Anita
Challenge: #54 Ties that Bind
Cross posted to my journal
“Mon ami-“
“I am not your friend, Jean-Claude!”
A long suffering sigh. “Richard, we are bound together for a very long time. She isn’t yours, she isn’t mine, she is ours.”
“You’re joking me. Ours? When? Alternate Tuesdays? She lives with Micah and Nathaniel. She formed another triumvirate. And you think she’s ours?”
“Honestly, no. Ma petite belongs to none but herself. I take great liberties in pronouncing her otherwise.”
“This is your fault!”
“I would undue it if I could. But even before, she wanted us both. Needs us both. As we both need her.”
“So we just sit back and watch her? Watch them touch her?”
“I will never tire of watching her come to pleasure.”
“Even when it isn’t you bringing her?”
“She remembers our touch, Richard, she craves it, just as we crave her, however much you want to deny it.”
“I don’t deny it. But I hate it. Hate needing her like a fix. Hate imagining the others touching her. Hearing her cries of pleasure through the marks.”
“Jealousy blinds you. Her capacity for love is greater than she imagined. It’s her heart you want, not just her body, and that is ours. For always.”