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rhiannon-faust:
The problem with Ace was that he was never trying to get her to swoon and yet more often than not it was exactly the reaction he gained from her. Not that it was a difficult one for either man to pull from the hitter all too often they had to only bat their eyelashes towards her and she was a puddle for them. She wasn’t too prideful when it came to letting them know just the kind of reaction they earned from her, but especially when it came to Ace. She knew that being with herself and Dallas couldn’t be easy for someone as loving and open as their hacker was. Being with two people that often struggled to voice how they felt had to put at least some kind of insecurity in their head, but it’s why Rhiannon never shied away from the physical side to make sure he understood that while she couldn’t say how much she loved him didn’t mean that she didn’t. “That’s because you don’t know what’s in the works for you tonight, and if you did you’d be rushing us to the room.”
That fateful night that became so much more than any of them could have dreamed about. It was meant to be one night of mind blowing sex that she would walk away from the moment it ended or once the boys were asleep. Somehow, she knew exactly how whenever she looked at them, it became so much more. They became her life and more importantly the pair of them had become her family. Rhiannon struggled though in figuring out where she fit in with them, and if she was ever fully honest with either of them there were still moments that she wasn’t sure that she did fit in with them. In those moments though she simply clung a little tighter to them and perhaps tended to leave her physical mark a little more often on those days. She wasn’t sure if they noticed, but if they did they never mentioned it to her.
“You mean how extra you are about everything?” She asked him curiously running her nose along his neck wishing that she had him alone in their room. It seemed as though the elevator had to be the slowest moving one she had ever been on or perhaps she was just being more impatient than usual. “I love how you though. I want you to be extra about every single thing in your life, but especially when it comes to us and how you are with me at the very least.”
Rhiannon’s eyes drift closed as she slowly brushed their lips together as she let out a perfectly content hum. “Only something I would hope you already know, but if you don’t I plan on making sure that everything is clear once we’re in our room locked away from the rest of the world so that it can’t ruin our night together.”
Ace had plenty of patience-- he had to, considering the people he was in love with and the people he worked with. More often than not, he was the quiet sound of order and reason in a room full of maniacs, trusted to keep his cool and remain objective-- and above all, patient.
But, as Rhiannon and Dallas had so frequently demonstrated, it was entirely possible for his patience to snap as though it had never existed in the first place, leaving him a messy puddle of want and now and please please please. Dallas had perfected dancing on that bit of thread years ago and Rhiannon was an avid student, holding him together by the seams as she stood there, purring in his ear and making promises he knew she intended to keep, but he still wanted her to keep them right goddamn now.
“Rhiannon,” he whined in her ear, the air leaving his lungs in a woosh as she ran her nose up his neck and it felt like she was unzipping his skin, turning him inside out, laying him bare for the world to see. The fingers on her hips trembled and he gripped her just a little harder, holding on as though she’d dance away from him and leave him wanting. Which, that was more Dallas’ game than Rhia’s, but they both were known to switch it up sometimes. Ace didn’t like it. (He loved it so very much, loved them so very much, when does this elevator finally reach the damned floor--)
“Baby, if you want to tell me things and you want me to actually hear them, y’gotta let me breathe,” he begged, even though his arms tightened around her and he dipped his head to nibble at her neck-- only to let out a sound of relief as the elevator doors opened and they were revealed to a thankfully empty hallway. “Jesus Christ, thank you,” he whispered, now moving to manhandle Rhiannon out the elevator and blindly into the direction of the room-- of course, taking the wrong side for all about five steps, before letting out a yelp of surprise and rushing the other direction.
He all but stumbled into the room and kicked the door closed behind them, before leaning against the door itself and pulling her to him, hands slowly drifting lower than was strictly polite. A chuckle vibrated in his chest and he eyed Rhiannon with a warm look. “Y’had something to tell me, pretty lady?”
