prompt: chloe third-wheeling lu and anya
prompted by @romecanons 🖤
this became lucas third wheeling chloe and anya ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
“It’s so fucking coldd,” the demon whines, clutching Anya’s arm as they walk down the trodden dirt paths between the apple trees. “I hate fall.”
“But you look amazing,” Anya replies, stopping to give her friend a thorough once over. “The jacket, it’s perfect,” she says, touching the black leather of the oversized coat. The midriff-baring long sleeve top doesn’t look very warm, and the mini skirt underneath leaves Chloe’s long legs exposed to the brisk October breezes, and her red knees knock together.
“You can wear my sweater if you’re cold, Chloe,” Lucas pipes up from Anya’s other side, one hand holding Anya’s, the other adjusting his cap as his cheeks flush.
“Thanks Lu, but it doesn’t like, really go with the rest of my outfit,” Chloe replies, leaning around her friend as they walk. Anya laughs dryly, tugging on Lucas’ hand.
“You’re too thoughtful, baby,” she teases, leaning up to give him a kiss. “I’ll wear your sweater later,” she adds slyly, and both women watch the blush creep over Lucas’ face.
“Uh, I’ll um, go get us a basket,” he stammers, heading over to the table in the front of the barn to pay for the pick-your-own-apples.
Anya sighs and holds Chloe’s hand, blue eyes watching her husband walk away from them.
“Girl, thirsty,” Chloe says appreciatively at the dreamy expression on her friend’s face. “How are your legs not freezing?” she finally asks, looking down at Anya’s bare legs.
“I’m Russian,” Anya replies, brushing a manicured hand over the tartan mini skirt, pulling out her phone from her designer bag. “Ok, go stand by that tree and I’ll get some photos before Lucas comes back and we go pick fruit.”
Chloe shoves her hands in the pockets of her jacket, sticks her tongue out and winks, leaning forward as Anya snaps photo after photo.
“Chlo, turn around,” she directs, crouching in her platform leather boots to get Chloe’s best angles. “We should set up a fall themed shoot for your OnlyFans. Bend over a little? No kids are looking - yes, wow you’re so hot.”
“Well I’m still fuckingg freezing,” Chloe complains, doing as Anya says. “But you’re like, totally right. I could do like, a little apron or something.”
“Sexy,” Anya agrees, flipping through the pictures.
“Your turn Stas!” the demon chirps, making grabby hands at Anya’s phone as the dolgozhi passes it over. “Gorgeeouss,” Chloe cheers, as Lucas comes back with a bushel barrel.
“Wow Doc,” Lucas says, looking over Chloe’s shoulder. “You look so beautiful!”
Anya’s expression turns Grinchly, blowing a kiss to him over Chloe’s shoulder, her wedding bands glinting on her finger. Chloe’s thumb hits the capture button over and over again as Anya poses suggestively, the flush deepening on Lucas’ cheeks as she leans forward.
“Chlo, come here,” she calls, gesturing for Lucas to take the phone. “Baby, can you take a few of us?”
He smiles boyishly, setting down the apple baskets to take the phone from Chloe, tipping his hat up.
“Of course,” he says, “Uh, smile!”
Anya grins, flashing a middle finger while Chloe kisses her cheek, hugging her tight.