(Not) A missing piece
Summer has been so busy and writing so slow, but I finally finished something!! Dayasconali is here and I hope you enjoy this as much as I do :)
Bosco and Denali are out on a date when they run into Bosco's ex, Daya. What could possibly go wrong?
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Denali hums along to the kpop playlist playing in the background, putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She fluffs her hair up a little, the blonde waves almost reaching her waist, before taking a mirror selfie and posting it to her close friends story with a date night gif.
She smooths out her sundress before entering the wine bar Bosco picked out, finding the other girl sitting at a table on the back patio. The brick wall behind her is covered in vines, with fairy lights strung between them, making Bosco look like a fairy witch with her wild ginger mane.
A smile spreads across her face when she spots Denali, one that Denali can only mirror when she gets pulled into a hug and a kiss is being placed on her cheek.
“You look stunning, Nali,” Bosco murmurs into her ear.
Denali pulls back a little, admiring the way the tight jeans and crop top are hugging Bosco’s curves. “So do you.” She leans up, meeting Bosco’s lips in a lingering kiss.
“I've already ordered for us, hope that's okay,” Bosco says as they sit down next to each other at the small, round table.
“Of course. I trust your wine expertise.”
Bosco giggles, reaching her hand out for Denali to take. It’s not long until two glasses of white wine along with a little bowl of olives are placed in front of them.
“Cheers baby.”
“Cheers,” Denali blushes slightly as they clink their glasses. They've been dating for almost a month now, but she doesn't think she'll ever get used to being called baby by the prettiest girl on earth.
They're on their second glass of wine when Bosco suddenly stiffens up, squeezing Denali’s hand that she was still holding.
“Bosco? What's wrong?”
Bosco’s eyes are focused on something behind Denali. “Um, my ex is here. And she's coming our way.”
“Oh.” Denali shifts in her seat. She knows that Bosco and her ex are still somewhat friends, their breakup over a year ago a mutual decision, but she didn’t anticipate meeting her on one of their dates. This is probably going to be awkward.
“Fancy seeing you here, B!”
Bosco shoots her an apologetic look before she stands up to greet the other woman with a hug. Denali follows her with her gaze, but she has to crane her neck to look up at her–if she thought Bosco was tall, then this girl is a giant. Her mouth goes dry when she finally gets a look at her face. It's covered in various piercings, her winged eyeliner sharp and her messy blonde hair shaved off on one side of her head. Her icy blue eyes meet Denali’s, sending a shockwave through her body, and her lips pull into a smirk.
“Daya, Denali. Denali, Daya,” Bosco introduces them curtly as she sits back down and holds onto Denali’s hand again.
“Hi,” Denali's throat is dry, but she puts on a friendly smile.
Daya looks at their intertwined hands and then back up between them. “You've always had great taste,” she says, “and I’m not just saying that because you used to date me.”
“I guess I do have a thing for blondes,” Bosco chuckles.
Denali glances at Daya again. She’s the complete opposite of her–alternative and edgy, wearing a spiky choker around her neck and combat boots that go all the way up to her fishnet-clad thighs, her skin decorated in tattoos. The blonde hair truly is the only thing they have in common.
Daya throws a wink in her direction before looking around the patio. “I’m not gonna disturb your date any longer, I'm meeting here with Willow so I'll go find a table for us.”
“You're meeting Willow?” Bosco asks. “You'll be waiting at least an hour for her, just sit with us in the meantime.”
“Are you sure? I wouldn’t wanna crash your date.”
“I don't mind,” Denali says before she can stop herself.
She feels Bosco squeezing her hand as Daya sits down across from her, but she can't tear her eyes away from the smug look on Daya’s face.
“So, tell me, Denali,” she starts, leaning forward slightly, “how did this gremlin manage to bag a gorgeous girl like you?”
Bosco huffs while heat crawls up Denali’s neck and onto her cheeks. She looks at her girlfriend, unsure of what to make of Daya’s flirting, but Bosco wears a smile on her lips and nods at her encouragingly.
“Um, actually, I was the one making a move on her because I thought she was the hottest person I've ever seen.”
“I mean, you're not wrong,” Daya smiles, her tongue poking out between her teeth. Now it's Bosco's turn to blush.
Daya leans forward a little more, and Denali is unable to stop her gaze from wandering, lingering on her chest tattoo before dropping to her cleavage. “You look really cool,” she blurts out.
“Thanks,” Daya giggles lightly, a sound that stands out against her tough exterior.
She’s very easy to talk to, Denali learns, finding herself engrossed in a conversation that crosses the line of flirting more than once. Bosco’s hand is resting on her thigh–not in a possessive way, but as if to say I’m here, it's okay. She only chimes in occasionally, mostly listening and watching her ex and her girlfriend getting to know each other, a smirk on her lips the whole time.
When Bosco excuses herself to the bathroom, Daya’s eyes follow her until she disappears inside. “Hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave.”
Denali cackles, and Daya whips her head around, scratching her neck, almost like a child being caught doing something bad.
“Sorry.”
“No, you're right. It should be illegal for her to wear those jeans.” Denali hesitates for a moment, before she quietly adds, “wait until you see my ass in jeans, though.”
For the first time that night, Daya is speechless. She opens her mouth to speak, closes it again, then opens it only to let out a breathy laugh. “You can't do that to me.”
“Do what?” Denali bats her eyelashes innocently.
She sees something darken in Daya’s eyes, but her hand is soft when she reaches over and tucks her hair behind her ear.
“You're a feisty little one, aren't you?”
The touch paired with Daya’s words sends a shiver through Denali’s body. Before she can think of a reply, Bosco comes back to their table.
“Okay you two, enough flirting for now.” She looks between them, chuckling at their pouting faces. “What do you say, wanna go dancing together?”
Denali immediately lights up. She loves nothing more than to dance, and the thought of being able to show off a little in front of Daya is more exciting than she cares to admit.
Daya catches her gaze, a glint in her eyes. “Sounds fun, let’s go.”
That’s when Denali remembers that Daya came here to meet another friend. “Wait, what about the friend you wanted to meet here?”
“I texted Willow that I need to reschedule a while ago, I had a feeling this was gonna be more important,” Daya shrugs, throwing her a wink.
Denali leaves the bar holding Bosco’s hand on one side, while Daya is linking her arm with hers on the other. She just hopes they can't feel the way her insides flutter.
*
The bass is thumping as they approach the club, and Denali shares a smile with her girlfriend. This is where they met, when they gravitated towards each other on the dance floor until it was only the two of them left in the early morning hours.
The two of them head towards an empty booth while Daya goes to get them drinks.
“Are you okay?” Denali asks, leaning close so she doesn't have to shout over the music. “With… whatever is happening, I mean.”
Bosco pulls her closer against her side, an arm draped around her waist, and kisses her cheek. “Daya and I are cool, there's no awkwardness there or anything. I’m enjoying the show, honestly. Are you okay with everything?”
Denali nods, cupping Bosco's face in her hands. “I’m great. I just don't want you to feel left out or anything.”
“I don't. And if I do, I'll make myself known, don't worry.”
Bosco smiles as she's being pulled into a kiss.
“Adorable.”
They jump, pulling apart to see Daya setting down three glasses of vodka lemon and watching them with a smile on her face. She sits down next to Denali, inching closer and basically trapping her between the two taller women. She can feel Daya’s hand running along the skin on Bosco’s arm that's still wrapped around her before it settles onto the small of her back, making her shiver underneath her touch.
The music is too loud to have an actual conversation, so they make their way to the dancefloor as soon as their drinks are emptied. Denali would much rather let her dancing do the talking now anyways.
They find a corner off to the side that's not too crowded, and Denali lets her body take over as she feels the music in every cell of it. She can tell that Daya is slightly out of her element–she looks like metal concerts are her natural habitat, after all–but Denali is unable to keep her eyes off of her. A sheen of sweat is starting to form on her skin, making it glisten in the dim club lighting.
She’s too distracted by watching Bosco and Daya swaying together to notice them talking and giggling before their eyes settle on her. Denali squeaks when Bosco pulls her flush against her, and it's not long before she feels Daya come up behind her, her hands resting on her hips. She stiffens for a short second, her senses overwhelmed by the closeness, but she takes a deep breath and relaxes into it.
Looping her arms around Bosco’s neck, she grinds her hips against Daya’s front, smirking when she feels her grip on her tighten. She lets her head fall back against Daya’s chest, the other girl moving her hands up her sides and to the front, resting them just below her chest.
Bosco’s eyes are filled with want, and Denali has to bite back a pathetic whine. Before she knows it, Bosco’s lips are on hers, and the whine she was trying to swallow back down spills into her mouth as she kisses her back hungrily.
“Daya wants to kiss you so bad,” Bosco grins when she pulls away, throwing a teasing look over Denali’s shoulder. “Would you be okay with that, baby?”
Denali’s breath shudders. She turns around in Daya’s embrace, looking up at her through wide eyes. “Please…”
“If you ask so nicely,” Daya chuckles as she leans in. Her lips are soft against her own, both of them testing the waters at first, but they deepen the kiss quickly, Denali moaning when she feels Daya'a tongue pressing against hers.
Her head is swimming. Daya trails her lips along her jaw, while Bosco kisses up her neck on the other side. She’s never felt so wanted before.
Way too soon, both pairs of lips are gone from her skin, though, and she opens her mouth to protest, but the words get stuck in her throat when she sees them meeting in a passionate kiss. All she can do is watch as she's trapped between their bodies.
A flash of heat washes over her, going straight to her core. “We’re leaving. Now.” She tugs at their arms where she can reach, and they both look at her with a bemused smile when they separate.
*
It’s all a haze of skin on skin and mingled hot breaths. Bosco holds her through it, whispering sweet reassurance into her hair, trading kisses with both Daya and Denali when they catch their breath.
It's clear that Bosco and Daya are well familiar with each others’ bodies, and Denali watches mesmerized as they come undone by each other's touch.
She knows she should feel jealous. Or guilty. Or both. But she can't bring herself to, not when all she feels is pure bliss.
It's early in the morning when Daya gathers her clothes from Bosco’s bedroom floor, and Denali already misses the warmth of her body next to her.
*
Daya joining them in the bedroom becomes a regular occurrence after that.
Denali’s sex life with Bosco has always been great, she never felt like they were missing something–yet with Daya it’s even better, more complete somehow.
But she never stays.
One night, weeks after their first encounter, Denali can't bear to watch Daya get dressed and leave again. She takes one look at Bosco and knows she's feeling the same way.
“Stay with us?”
Daya pauses mid pulling on her jeans. She looks between them, biting her lip.
“Please?” Bosco adds when there's no reaction.
“Are you sure? I don't wanna intrude or anything.”
“We wouldn't ask you if we weren't sure.”
“Less thinking, more cuddling,” Denali huffs. She’s making grabby hands towards Daya, smiling when she steps out of her pants again with a giggle.
As soon as Daya slips back under the covers, Denali latches onto her side. Bosco spoons her from behind, and Daya wraps and arm around them both, holding them close.
“You two are precious,” she says, laughing when Bosco makes a gagging noise. “You still hate mushy-gushy stuff, I see.”
And Daya stays. She stays for breakfast, for a stroll in the park and a stop at the cute café around the corner. She stays for dinner–the three of them making a mess of Bosco’s small kitchen trying to cook together–and she stays for movies on the couch.
She stays for another night of sex and cuddles.
She’s wearing one of Bosco’s shirts when Denali trudges into the kitchen the next morning and finds her making coffee.
“You're up early.”
“Morning, sunshine,” Daya chuckles, her raspy morning voice sending tingles down Denali’s spine. “Couldn't sleep anymore.”
“Me neither,” Denali pouts.
“You're cute when you're sleepy,” Daya teases, pulling her closer by the hem of her shirt–also Bosco’s, as she realizes–and ghosts her lips over Denali’s.
Denali chases her lips, but squeaks when she's being lifted onto the counter instead.
“I think I know something that will either better our mood or tire us out,” Daya smirks up at her, and Denali’s heart is racing when she leans in to kiss her properly.
“I’m running out of shirts.”
Bosco’s voice startles them out of their little making-out-bubble. They turn to see her leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest.
“I- I'm sorry, we got carried away, we didn't mean to do anything without you,” Denali says, feeling bad for leaving Bosco out.
But Bosco just chuckles, the sound even wheezier in the morning than usual. “You should see the looks on your faces.” She fills herself a glass of water and takes a few sips. “I’m cool if you're cool,” she says, pressing a quick kiss to both of their cheeks before turning to leave the kitchen again. “I’m going back to sleep. But have fun,” she winks over her shoulder.
“We will,” Daya smiles, and Denali’s breath hitches when she feels her pushing her shirt up over her hips.
Getting fucked on the kitchen counter before 8AM on a Sunday morning was not on her vision board for this year, but she can't really complain as Daya holds her close while she’s coming down from her high.
“Are you thinking what I'm thinking?”
Denali pulls back a little, finding a mischievous glint in Daya’s eyes. “What are you thinking?”
“Our Boscy had enough beauty sleep now, don't you think? Let's go back to bed and give her a taste of what she's been missing out on.”
Denali nods, a wide grin on her face, but she can't help the way her heart skips a beat at Daya referring to Bosco as theirs.
She never wants this weekend to end.
*
When they all hang out together, they're usually at Bosco’s place, mostly because Denali’s bed isn't big enough for three people. Daya hasn't invited them over to her place yet, and they’re not pushing her to.
It's not limited to sex anymore. Daya spends every other weekend with them now, and when she doesn't, Denali misses her.
They go on little outings together–she doesn't dare call them dates, not yet–and Daya holds her and Bosco’s hands like it's the most natural thing in the world.
Maybe it is.
“I can hear you thinking all the way to the kitchen,” Bosco says softly when she sits down next to her on Denali’s small couch. “You okay?”
“Sorry…” Denali pauses, not really knowing how to start this conversation. “I think, uhm, maybe we should address the elephant in the room.”
Bosco raises a brow. “And does that elephant happen to be six foot three of height and have a shitload of piercings?”
Denali snorts, the tension in her shoulders easing just a bit. “Yeah…”
“What about her?”
She takes a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. “Would you be mad if I told you I really like her?”
“Of course not, baby,” Bosco takes her hand and squeezes it before resting their hands in her lap. “I- I feel the same.”
Denali feels a weight lifting off her chest, but it's a small relief, her anxiety still strong. “It’s kinda scary….”
“It doesn't have to be. We’re just two people in love who developed feelings for the same other person. It’s nothing bad.”
“I never saw myself as polyamorous,” Denali admits after a minute, “but maybe I was wrong.”
“Me neither. That's actually one of the main reasons Daya and I didn't work out last time. She's always been very open about being poly. I never held it against her, we just had different goals for our future.”
Denali squeezes her hand, letting her words sink in.
“Maybe it just wasn't the right time,” Bosco adds quietly. “Maybe you're our missing piece.”
Denali knows it's meant as a sweet sentiment, but something about it makes her insides churn. Bosco can sense the shift in her mood, cupping her cheek and looking at her worriedly.
“What's wrong? Did I say something that upset you?”
“Not really,” she bites her lip, her gaze fixed on the floor, “I just don't want to be 'your third’. I don't know how to explain it, but it makes me feel like I'm the one fixing your relationship, and that makes me scared you'll just keep me around for the sake of it working.”
Bosco guides her head to look up at her. “That’s not how I meant it, angel, promise. If we're doing this, I want us all to be equal. No relationship inside the polycule is worth more or less than the other. If Daya was here right now, I'm sure she'd agree.”
“I’d like that,” Denali says softly.
Bosco smiles, leaning forward to rest her forehead against Denali’s. “I love you, Nali.”
“I love you too.”
Denali’s smile turns into giggles as Bosco kisses all over her face before landing on her lips.
“So… what now?” She asks when they’ve settled again.
“We ask Daya to be our girlfriend,” Bosco shrugs like it's the easiest thing.
Denali starts to believe that it is.
As if on cue, their phones both light up with a message from Daya in their group chat.
You guys wanna come over to my place this weekend? 💛
They smile at each other, knowing that this will be the perfect opportunity to put their plan into action.
*
Daya’s apartment is nothing like Denali imagined. She expected posters of rock bands hung up on dark walls and worn out thrifted furniture, but instead she finds brightly colored walls in every room with framed art prints and plants lining them. A giant pencil in one corner that almost reaches the ceiling catches her attention.
“Just don't question it,” Bosco says, following her gaze, “Daya’s taste can be a little… eccentric.”
“Hey, I'm right here!” Daya pouts. “Can’t believe I'm getting bullied in my own home.”
Bosco rolls her eyes affectionately before pecking her lips, turning her pout into a smile. Denali’s heart flutters watching her girlfriend and her hopefully-soon-to-be-girlfriend kiss.
“I thought we could order Thai food for dinner?” Daya asks as she's settling on her couch, motioning for Bosco and Denali to join her.
“Uh, sure.” Denali suddenly feels nervous, hyper aware of the weight of Daya’s hand on her thigh.
Bosco sits down on Daya’s other side, her leg bouncing anxiously, only stilling when Daya places her other hand on top of it.
“Is everything okay? You both seem a little tense,” Daya frowns.
Denali shares a look with her girlfriend, reaching for her hand while the other is resting on top of Daya’s. Here goes nothing, she thinks.
“Actually, there's something we wanna talk about,” she starts. “We've loved having you join us in the bedroom, and we really enjoy spending time with you.”
Daya’s face falls a little. “Do you- are you saying you don't wanna hook up with me anymore? I respect that, obviously, but–”
“No, no, not at all!” Bosco is quick to assure. “Quite the opposite actually.”
Daya raises a brow. “The opposite? So you wanna hook up with me more?”
“Daya, just let us finish, jesus,” Denali can't help but chuckle. “Bosco and I really like you and we wanna take this to the next step. So, would you like to be our girlfriend? Like, my girlfriend and also Bosco’s girlfriend?”
Denali watches Daya’s expression change from confusion to surprise and then to the biggest grin.
“Wait, really?”
“Really,” Bosco says, giving Denali’s hand a squeeze. “You don't have to say yes right away if it's going too fast for you, we can always start by going on dates and then see where it takes us.”
“Are you kidding? I’d love to be your girlfriend!”
“You would?” Bosco and Denali ask in unison, making all of them giggle. They share a look, mirroring the big smile that’s still on Daya’s lips.
Instead of an answer, Daya pulls them both closer before alternating between kissing their lips softly.
“Your turn,” she giggles softly when she pulls back, gesturing between the two of them.
Denali smiles when she pulls Bosco into a languid kiss, melting against her as all the worries and doubts finally fade away.
“I can't believe I went from zero girlfriends to having the two most gorgeous girlfriends in the world,” Daya laughs breathily. “I wouldn't mind going on a date, though.”
“How about tonight?” Denali asks, settling back against Daya’s side while Bosco drapes herself over her lap. “There's a Korean barbecue that I've been wanting to try not far from here, I can see if they have a table available for later?”
“Anything for you, princess,” Bosco teases, kissing the tip of her nose.
“Princess, huh?” Daya smirks, “I like the sound of that.”
Denali blushes, suddenly realizing that two girlfriends also means double the teasing.
Later that night, when she lies awake in bed, feeling the soft rise and fall of Daya’s chest under her fingertips while Bosco’s head is buried in her shoulder, her soft snores in her ear, Denali thinks that maybe this polyamory thing isn't so hard after all.
None of them are missing pieces.
Because they're not a puzzle that needs to be completed.
