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⊗ ❝ We can… ❞ Jonathan turned bright red before he ducked into the bathroom. As he brushed his teeth he watched the way that his augmented dental features worked. For the first time, he was studying himself out of curiosity. There were two sets of incisors, rather than one, both above and below. Were there only one set, Crane would assume it could be attributed to that lingering feline DNA he was sure was in his system. As such, he was not sure what living animal it could be linked to, and that intrigued him. There was also the matter of bite force that Monet had asked him earlier, and he did not have an answer to give her, he was sure it was enough, though. He did not blame her for her fear, not anymore, not since he had started making these observations. Since making those observations, his curiosity grew, and so did his desire for knowledge. That desire for knowledge, gave him another idea, to perhaps look outside the field of Psychology for a new subject to teach as an elective. Those thoughts filled his head even as he slipped under the covers and cuddled up. He was shy at first, inching towards her, and he tried not to look at her breasts when he settled. He raised one leg, and draped it over the two, feeling his largest claw rest gently against Elijah’s leg. ❝ I’m interested in a relationship between the three of us, this isn’t a love triangle, I don’t want a triangle. Triangle’s are like… it’s like sticking your dick in the shit barrel hoping it makes you piss gold, but all you end up with is a fucking bunch of nasty diseases. I don’t want a triangle, I want a circle. ❞ Elijah replied, his voice quite serious, even as Jonathan gawked at him, and then glanced down at Monet. ❝ We should get him a swear jar, ❞ Jonathan chuckled. ❝ Fuck no! ❞ Elijah laughed, ❝ I’ll be broke, besides, when you work in my field it builds up a lot, gotta let it fuckity fucking out sometime.❞ Elijah replied playfully, knowing it got Jonathan all flustered when he cursed. ❝ But in all seriousness, I don’t do triangles, so we’re gonna be a circle. ❞ ❝ We are a pack, we have a mutually cohesive, functional relationship in which we all play a role which benefits the other two. We are a cohesive unit, the three of us, ❞ Jonathan murmured, his curiosities and his wonderings all clanging about inside his skull still, filling it with new ideas and things to study. ❝ Not a triangle, ❞ Elijah nodded firmly.

Getting a sense of Crane's shyness Monet reached back, and pulled him close trying to make it clear that he was perfectly welcome to snuggle in close. Elijah's comment of “the shit barrel” made Monet blink, and then giggle shaking her head before she just ended up laughing. “I'll pass on the nasty diseases if it's all the same.”

Still looking amused she settled down, and then nodded. “However, yes, agreed. A pack, a circle, I feel the same way. Triangle’s fall if one leg breaks. A circle, and a pack supports each other. I'll give fair warning right now though. I'm a diva, blunt, and opinionated. That's not going to change.” Just because she was a brawler, soldier, and fighter didn't mean she wasn't also a diva after all.

“Also, snuggling in with the two of you is so much better then trying to fall asleep staring at my night light.” One hand slipped down idly stroking along Jonathan’s leg as Monet's eyes closed. It was nice being surrounded by their warmth, and closeness. That didn't mean she'd actually go to sleep anytime soon though.

Unable to help it Monet smirked as she wiggled her bottom back against Jonathan, and then glanced back at him. “You can be the one to explain to Xavier why you are in a relationship with your assistant, and combat trainer. Of course at this point I could probably be a tutor for most of your classes.”

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⊗ ❝ Hell-o there, darling, ❞ Elijah grinned when she came out, looking up from his reading. ❝ I’m hearing a hard no on biting, loud and clear. Jonathan? ❞ Elijah asked, and Jonathan nodded. ❝ I know, my teeth have frightened you before, ❞ Jonathan turned to look at her, his ears perking forward. ❝ Feel free to help yourself to my closet, if you want to wear something to sleep in, you can wear whatever you would like. You can even help yourself to my underwear, if you would like, ❞ Jonathan made an attempt at being playful, before he padded off to the bathroom, and the loud buzz of his toothbrush made itself known as the professor finally prepared for bed. ❝ I won’t look, I promise. We should discuss at least a few things, yeah. Once you’re both ready for bed, I already got ready before I got undressed, but when you’re both ready to do some talking, go ahead and come lay down, I could use the company, and I already warmed the bed up. ❞ True to his word, his eyes stayed on his book until he had company in the bed, and he set his reading aside for the night, taking off his glasses in the process as well. ❝ Where… should we begin, ❞ Jonathan asked quietly, motioning for Monet to lay down in the middle whenever she was ready, so that he could lay down on the other side of her, sandwiching her between both men again.

“It's not specifically you.” Monet didn't want Jonathan to feel as though he was what was wrong, but all the same with the right lighting or if she was half asleep his teeth did in fact make her respond a certain way. Memories could be so annoying. His comment about underwear got a little grin. “Well I'll take a look. Maybe we will trade undies back and forth from time to time.”

A part of Monet rather liked the idea of Jonathan in some lacy underwear, but assuming now wasn't the time for that she turned looking for clothes. Grabbing a dress shirt she tossed the towel off and buttoned the shirt up enough that her nipples were covered but showing off some cleavage. Calling Jonathan’s bluff she actually did help herself to his underwear grabbing what ever seemed like it would fit, and if possible would be cute.

Sliding down into the middle of the bed Monet let out a soft relaxed sounding sigh feeling them both on either side, and half closed her eyes sinking into the bed while reaching out to hug at both of them. “This seems like a good way to begin to me.” Words murmured a faint accent escaped from her as she got comfortable which made her blush, and cough.

“I mean, cuddles are good, but then I'm sure you've both noticed my thing about touch by now.” Voice returning to normal she stretched out wiggling a bit as she did so. “Other then that I suppose maybe just in the interests of clarity, a confirmation that we are all in agreement about a relationship between all three of us together oui? Not simply me with Jonathan, and then Jonathan with Elijah.”

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⊗❝ Well, ❞ Elijah chuckled with a grin. ❝ That depends on whether or not you wanna be spanked, I’ll only spank you if you want it. Jonathan’s requested no spankings, if you want spankings, you let me know. Safe word comes first, though. ❞ Jonathan’s ears had sunk down as Monet turned to look at what he had to offer for her bath, and his tail twitched anxiously in her grasp. He was surprised, to say the least, when Monet did not chastise him for it, he nodded shyly, his voice small when he spoke, ❝ okay. ❞ Elijah leaned his head down to press a kiss against the top of Jonathan’s head, ❝ let’s let her take a bath in peace, hmm? God knows we wouldn’t be great conversation if she got naked, ❞ Elijah snickered and carefully carried Jonathan out of the bathroom, shouldering the door shut behind them. Elijah was gentle as he set Jonathan down, and the smaller meta did not return to the bed. Instead, he went over to the closet to look at the full body mirror, something he typically avoided. He could hear her now in the back of his mind, his Granny screaming about vanity, about filth, and lust, but that is not what he was doing. He was not preening, he was analyzing. He noted the build of his ankles, the way his thighs were built and how they connected with the rest of him. He noted how much more naturally the movements that Monet had been teaching him came to him. The way his head bobbed when he ran and the build of his torso pointed to a familiar creature, and Crane tilted his head curiously in the mirror. ❝ You okay, baby boy? ❞ Elijah asked from the bed, where he had flopped back down, watching Jonathan seemingly study his body in the mirror. ❝ I am, I am just thinking, ❞ Jonathan murmured, leaning from side to side, and then forward, watching how his tail moved with him, and the way his ears shifted to pick up the noises around him. He glanced back at Elijah, it was a curious thing to him, their relationship spanning out into a group. Even more curious was how natural it felt to him, despite Granny’s teachings and the nightmares that he felt trying to find purchase at night. Something about this… felt right, just like something about him felt right now, just as he was, even though he tried to convince himself that it was all wrong. Or rather, Granny tried to.

As the two left Monet blew a kiss, and then stripped down sliding into the bathtub with a long soft sigh of relief. With her ears she could hear the two men in the other room, but was careful not to eavesdrop. It was more like a gentle, and comforting hum reminding her she wasn't alone. Eyes closing she slid down completely into the water holding her breath. Sometimes when she went into the water her mind went to dark places, but Monet was relieved that this was not one of those times.

Feeling almost cleansed by the water she stayed in it until it started to go cold at which point she stood, and took a really quick shower just to make sure she was completely clean. Realizing far too late to do anything about it that she'd forgotten her clothes Monet simply wrapped herself up in a large towel with another one around her hair, and sauntered out into the bedroom.

“Oh I feel so much better now. It makes me wish I had a bathtub. Also I was thinking about how Jonathan requested no spankings, and just as a note getting bitten is a no for me.” A smile was offered as she took a moment to mess with the towel on her hair, before dragging it off. “I forgot fresh clothes, and was not getting back into those smokey ones so I borrowed a towel.”

Casually she sat down on the bed before glancing between the two others. “So... do we need to discuss anything, or should that wait?”

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⊗ Elijah chuckled, nodding slowly, ❝ I don’t think any of us are, darling. ❞ Elijah watched Jonathan’s breaths even out as the slight man fell asleep, and Elijah shook his head with a smirk. ❝ I’ll take him off your hands when you’re ready for your bath. As a matter of fact, why don’t I draw it up for you? One hell of an introduction to care, huh? ❞ Elijah inquired, still carefully washing Monet’s face before he parted to go to the bathtub. He started by running the water, waiting for the water to run hot before he stopped, he let it drain, and then started again so that there wouldn’t be any cold spots. ❝ Me? A family? Yeah, I reckon they’re still alive, but we’re not the sort of family that talks, you know? You’re looking at the family disappointment, darling. ❞ Elijah sighed, but his voice wasn’t sad, it was quiet the way that it got sometimes, where his accent came through strongly, but he had stopped being sad about it a long time ago. Jonathan slowly lifted his head up and looked around, glancing down at the bath. ❝ Sorry to wake you, Kitten, Monet needs a bath, Daddy’s orders, ❞ that smug and cocky grin was back on Elijah’s face as if it had never left. ❝ Here kitty, kitty, kitty, ❞ Elijah came up and slowly scooped Jonathan into his arms, reaching forward to dislodge a few of his claws from her clothes as Jonathan relented his grasp. ❝ Do you need anything for your bath, Monet? I have… some things under the sink, in the cabinet, if you’d like to use them. ❞ Jonathan murmured, little things like bath bubbles, oils, and scents that he felt ashamed of owning, let alone using, but something told him that Monet may need them tonight.

Closing her eyes for a moment to make it easy for Elijah to finish with her face Monet smiled, and nodded in agreement both with his statement and the offer of drawing up the bath. If her arms hadn't been filled with Jonathan she'd have reached out to Elijah as his voice got a bit quiet. All the same she moved to lean gently against him for a moment. “Well families can be difficult.”

There wasn't much else she could say. Her own family history was a bit... difficult, and rather strange. Lips curving into a playful smile Monet raised an eyebrow as she handed Jonathan over. “Ohhh? Do we get a spanking if we disobey Daddy?” Voice teasing she reached out stroking at Jonathan’s tail before turning to look under the sink.

“Oui, that would be appreciated. Thank you.” Pulling out a couple of items to use she glanced back and smiled at the two men. It was cute seeing Jonathan being held. “A nice selection. We should go out shopping some time for more. Can never have too many bubbles, and scents and all.” Pouring a bit of her selection into the water Monet stood, and stretched before looking to Elijah and Jonathan.

“I'm getting naked, and into the bath. It's up to you two if you stay, or go out to the bed.” Voice rather matter of fact she smirked, and shrugged. Jonathan had seen her close to nude, and Monet fully expected both men would get to see her nude at some point so she saw no reason to be shy. Either way she'd wait a moment, and then start to strip and then get into the bath for a nice soak.

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⊗ Elijah’s expression softened at the mention of fire and smoke, ❝ and are you all right? Emotionally? ❞ Elijah kept his voice quiet as the three held each other, both of them concerned for Monet’s well-being, though Elijah was easier to soothe than Jonathan. The anxious creature did not relax until her hands came up to pet him, and Jonathan’s eyes slowly slid closed, a quiet purr started to rumble up from his throat, signalling his contentment with the answers Monet provided. ❝ We’re fine, ❞ Elijah assured with a smile. ❝ We’ve had a quieter night, he’s been de-fleaed, and all that. Now how about we get you a little cleaned up before your bath so that you can enjoy it? ❞ Elijah chuckled, leaning down to make the kiss easier for her, especially when her arms were full of the younger man. ❝ C’mon, ❞ Elijah motioned for Monet to follow, and did not dislodge Jonathan just yet, particularly not when the mutant was nearly dozing against the young woman. Elijah snatched up a washcloth and ran it under hot water before gently starting to dab at Monet’s face with it. It still smelled of shaving cream, Jonathan’s, as the little lingering hairs clinging to the cloth were ginger in color, rather than Elijah’s salt and pepper. Elijah was still sporting his ever-present stubble as well. ❝ That’s quite a talent you’ve got there, ❞ Elijah commented, nodding to the dozing Crane in her arms.

“Yes, of course.” A quick smile in response to the question about her well being emotionally. It wasn't as though she'd give any other answer, but she appreciated the question all the same. Nodding she followed along leaning against a counter as she continued to pet gently at Jonathan. Tilting her head a bit to make it easier for Elijah to dab at her face Monet softly murmured. “Not used to others taking care of me.” It was far from a complaint, and letting out a faint breath she seemed to relax a bit.

Glancing towards Crane she grinned. “Well I used to help take care of my two little sisters. I suppose I still have a bit of that calming effect. Who would have guessed.” Considering the dozing mutant she seemed almost conflicted. “Although it's going to make getting undressed for my bath a touch difficult.”

Suddenly curious Monet looked to Elijah. “Do you have any family?”

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⊗ Jonathan offered an grin without reservation, and paired with a chuckle, ❝ What does that even mean? ❞ Her attention, however was pulled elsewhere, and Jonathan frowned but accepted the offer to be pulled along with his tail dragging behind him. At least the fly over would help him dry off. Elijah was the first to arrive after Monet had left, similarly in want of a shower, the pair had time to comb through the mutant’s fur, and then take a shower together. Elijah’s clothes in the washer, the pair settled down for the night after they dried off a bit, each wearing their own respective boxers, Jonathan pulled out his grade sheet and began to input grades from the papers Monet had gotten done. Elijah meanwhile put on a pair of reading glasses, and settled down for a bit of night reading. They spoke occasionally, lightly, about the current goings on, but they did not want to get too in-depth without Monet present. Overall, Jonathan had warmed up to the idea of the three of them being a cohesive unit, while also pondering the levels of their relationship. In Jonathan’s mind, he and Elijah had already had sex, and he considered himself married to the older man, not that he could tell Elijah that just yet. The thought of sexual encounters was still something… very tentative for him. Like the calm before the storm, when Monet knocked Jonathan’s ears perked forward, and he shot out of bed. He rushed to the door, opened it, and pounced up upon Monet. His claws caught at her shoulders, and the claws of his feet clung onto her front as he looked at her sheepishly. His tail however, bristled and whipped about in excitement: Monet was home safe. ❝ Welcome home, darling, ❞ Elijah greeted with that cocky grin as he walked towards her, before he frowned slightly. ❝ Wow, someone got you good… did you kick their ass for them? ❞ Elijah asked, reaching out gingerly to brush against a brush with a tender touch. The rough pad of his thumb just barely brushing against her skin, and the extent of Monet’s injuries slid through Jonathan’s excitement like a knife. Those furred ears flattened and he frowned, ice blue eyes widening. ❝ What happened? ❞

Without any hesitation Monet caught Jonathan wrapping an arm around him as she actually smiled first at him, and then Elijah. It was nice having people welcome her back, and letting out a soft breath almost of relief she nodded. Monet had actually been just a tiny bit worried about the possibility that Crane, or Elijah might have changed their minds. However that hardly seemed likely. “Oui, I did indeed.”

Taking a couple of steps forward Monet used her free hand to shut the door, before turning so she could hug Elijah and Jonathan at the same time for a moment. “I'm okay, just banged up and bruised a little. It was...” Voice trailing off for a moment Monet contemplated the mission she had just returned from before slowly nodding.

“A hard mission. Not a bad one exactly. None of us got seriously hurt, and we saved some people. It was just hard. Smoke, and fire.” Left out was how bad human hair smelled went burnt, or how some buildings flamed up, and other various details. In the end it wasn't important. Everyone had lived, and everyone would be okay. She hadn't been too slow this time.

Reaching up she pet gently at Jonathan’s ears. “I'm alright, but you know... I'd be even better with a soak in a hot tub.” A little smirk flickered across Monet's face as she kissed Jonathan’s cheek, and then leaned over to do the same to Elijah. “Oh, how are the two of you?”

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⊗ Jonathan chuckled slightly and paddled up to her, ❝ Aww, what happened to mon… chanton? ❞ He did not quite say it right, his voice not nasally enough, and his flow of consonants too rough, but he tried. ❝ I think you would like Elijah’s house, he said he lives out in the woods, ❞ Crane commented, leaning into the kiss. He got close, his nose brushing against her cheek as he inhales and exhaled, letting his breath wash over her. His paddling slowed, tail swishing across the water slowly as he stopped paddling about and simply stayed where he was. ❝ But I like sleeping with you both, it makes me feel safe. Like I am laying on the two strongest people in the school–well, maybe not stronger than Piotr, or Hank… or not, I am not really sure how strong Elijah is, but… ❞ He trailed off, and there was a moment there, and it was almost palpable. A space between atoms where they were friends, and then something else. Perhaps it was the way he glanced at her and struggled to bring his eyes to focus when he was so close, no, it was probably not the way he was squinting at her. Perhaps it was the way his nose brushed against hers that did it, when he was trying to pull back, or perhaps it was the feeling of moist, hot breath exchanging space and mouths. Lips exchanged spaces, and Jonathan leaned forward slightly, plush lips brushing up against hers. Not rough, with very little force behind it so that his teeth would not be a bother. It was swift, lasting only a moment, supple and chaste. Furred ears flicked back as he pulled away. ❝ My two favorite people… ❞

“Well I wouldn't want to bore you by always saying the same thing... mon chaton.” A smirk came to Monet for a moment before she leaned in nuzzling her cheek against his. “In the woods? With the two of you? Oh now that could be fun indeed. A little chase and catch, oui?”

Voice playful and teasing for a moment she blinked in surprise at Jonathan's admission. There wasn't much she could do other then softly murmur a response that was barely above a whisper as though sharing a secret. “I feel the same way about sleeping with you both.” Any thoughts about safety, or the reasons for those thoughts faded quickly as she waited hopefully and received exactly what she was hoping for. A kiss. Even if it was swift and light it was still a delight.

Leaning forward Monet didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around him pulling him just a touch closer if allowed while kissing him once more. “As you two are mine, favorite people that is. It seems like the three of us balance each other nicely.”

Lips parting to say something else she paused looking off towards the institute before sighing softly. “Oh for the love of... a mission? Now? Mon chaton I have to go. I can fly us both back, or you will have to walk. It is your choice.” Monet started heading towards shore, but offered Crane an arm first in case he wanted to get pulled along. ~ ~ ~ Hours later night had fallen, and no word had came from anyone about the mission or the team. Finally they returned, and Monet found herself trudging into the institute looking bruised and smelling of smoke. One hand was massaging her left arm as though it hurt, and her eyes were just a touch distant before she blinked and coughed grimacing for a moment before knocking on the door to Jonathan’s room. Offering a little smile if anyone answered she shook her head. “Je suis vraiment désolé. I didn’t want to leave, but... when called for...” One shoulder rose in a shrug before Monet ran a hand through her hair, and frowned although any hugs would most certainly be returned and sought after.

“Uggg, I need a shower, or a bath.”

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⊗ Just like that her clothes were off and Jonathan’s eyes were glued elsewhere. He swallowed hard, that rill of fur running down his spine and the length of his tail bristled and rose, his tail whipping to and fro as he coughed and tried to divert his gaze elsewhere–it did not work. There was a commanding way that Monet moved, even as she turned and dove into the water there was something so demanding about it. It felt relatively unimportant in retrospect, but in the moment, his attention on her was dire. ❝ M–Monet… ❞ He visibly quivered and glanced down at the water, it almost felt like a challenge to join her the way that her words rolled over him. He bit his lip and turned his back to her to undress himself, that ratty old suit and the blazer removed, folded into a neat pile along with his glasses and those cloth shoes. It was not that he did not trust his glasses to stay on, it was his disdain for getting water on the lenses and not being able to clean them properly afterwards. In his boxers, he not so gracefully plopped into the water–and regretted it. ❝ I regret my life decisions! Good grief, it is cold! ❞ Crane squealed, having let out something between a screech and a squeal when the water hit his torso as he got in. He clung to the bank initially before he started to paddle out to her. The movement itself was fairly easy for him, his legs being stronger than he was used to, and he used them to propel his movement, occasionally the tips of his claws would scratch at the bottom of the lake.

Her giggle was inevitable hearing Crane's squeal as was the smile on her face. It was a tinge apologetic, and Monet hoped there was no meanness to it. All the same Monet certainly found a bit of humor in his reaction. “Well maybe I'll figure out a way to help you warm up afterwards mon cheri, I'm sorry. It appears my tolerance for cold is a touch different then yours.”

Going to her back Monet casually floated towards him as he paddled out before going to an upright position so she could kiss his cheek. “It's strange in a way. I hate the idea of living somewhere that doesn't have a lot of people, but all the same I absolutely adore having a quiet spot like this I can go to now and then.” Eyes narrowing for just a moment in thought she gave a little nod towards him.

“You do know that if you want private one on one time with Elijah that's okay, yes?” Even if she far preferred sleeping next to someone else Monet certainly had no intentions of demanding such things. It seemed important that certain things be made clear right from the start.