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From: (Anonymous)

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1468.html?thread=286652#cmt286652

Somehow, Nile doesn’t pick up on what’s going on until well after they find Quynh holding Booker captive and end up bringing the two of them home. Over the months she’s spent with the Guard, she could see how much they cared for each other, and she definitely noticed that they were a very physically affectionate group. Joe and Nicky were constantly wrapped up in each other, of course, but Joe would often rest his head in Andy’s lap while they were watching a movie, letting her slowly card her fingers through his hair, and Nicky had grabbed Booker or Quynh’s hand more than once to drag them off excitedly to show them something.

She thought later that maybe they had been holding off out of respect for her, since she was too new—or maybe things had still been too fragile for them, dealing with the aftermath of Booker’s betrayal and Quynh’s reappearance.

When she walks in the living room one day to find Andy riding Booker enthusiastically, though, Nicky’s mouth sealed around one of her nipples, there’s clearly a conversation that they need to have.

“We weren’t sure how you would react,” Andy admitted later, when they were all sitting around on the sofa together, ready to answer Nile’s questions. “We wanted to tell you, but we didn’t want to make you feel awkward if you weren’t interested.” Nile swallowed deeply. “So wait a second, you all are genuinely...together?”

Joe nodded, holding Nicky’s hand in his own and squeezing it softly. “We are. Nicolo and I still have a special relationship that’s all our own; we were together for hundreds of years, just the two of us, before the first night we shared with Andy and Quynh.” He smiled fondly at the memory. “It was my Nicky who came up with it, to begin with. We had just finished a mission in Portugal, were out camping in a field and we had lain our two bedrolls close to the fire. Nicky and I were lying in each other’s arms and Andromache and Quynh were kissing deeply, just across the fire from us, and we couldn’t help but watch. It was nothing we hadn’t seen before, even when Andy buried her face between Quynh’s thighs—privacy was difficult to get those days and we didn’t always wait until we had it to love each other—but it was the first time that I think both of us were overwhelmed by the sheer eroticism of it. Nicky turned to me and whispered “I would like to try that with them, wouldn’t you?” and, well. The rest is history.”

Nile’s eyes were wide, and she was squirming slightly at the picture Joe painted. “I always thought that would be nice,” she mused. “My family definitely wouldn’t have approved of it, but I always felt like the more love you have the better, right?”

Joe smiled and pressed a fond kiss to the top of her head. “You and I are in agreement there, Nile,” before he pulled away and looked at her inquisitively. “So...would you like to join us sometime? There is always a space open for you, if you like, it would be our pleasure to welcome you.”

“It really would,” Booker chimed in earnestly, and god, the feeling of all their gazes trained on Nile, the desire that she could clearly read in their expressions, was a lot to process.

“If you guys really mean that... I think I need a little time to process first, but yes, I would, sometime.” Nicky beamed at her, wrapping his arms around her in a gentle cuddle, and she relaxed into it. This was nice, she thought. She already loved them fiercely as teammates, it would be easy to learn to love them as lovers too.

It was a few weeks later before she knew that she was ready. Even if they had waited for her to come to them, they had stopped trying to hide their relationship in her presence, and she had loved getting to see all their gentle daily touches—Quynh pressing a good morning kiss to everyone’s lips, as if making up for all the days that she had missed; Nicky tracing little circles on Andy’s thigh during a movie night; Joe leaving lovebites on Booker’s neck that vanished almost immediately.

She had enjoyed getting to see some of their less gentle touches, as well. She thought she was going to die from arousal the day she discovered that Booker and Nicky had an ongoing
competition, of all things, of who could eat a woman out better. Nicky argued that he had a three-hundred-year head start on Booker, based on when he and Joe started sleeping with Andy and Quynh, while Booker argued
that he was more experienced thanks to his years with his wife, during which he apparently indulged in this on a daily basis. (No wonder he had a happy marriage, Nile thought.)

They decided to settle the debate by a demonstration—Booker settled between Andy’s legs, while Nicky kissed his way down Quynh’s body with a smirk. Joe and Nile were appointed to be the impartial judges, with points given for how quickly they could make their partner come, as well as for enthusiasm and finesse.

Nile didn’t know how she was supposed to be an impartial judge of anything when Booker was moaning into Andy’s cunt, lapping at it like he would die of thirst otherwise, and Quynh was wailing—genuinely screaming— as Nicky pulled out five hundred years of tricks, grinding against his face until she came so hard it almost looked painful. Nicky won for finesse, they decided, but Booker picked up serious enthusiasm points.

She was squirming afterwards, unbearably turned on after watching Booker and Nicky take their teammates apart, and Joe looked at her with a knowing glance. “Can I help?” He asked softly, playing with the waistband of her pants, and she couldn’t say no, let him slide his fingers into her, gentle and careful. The angle was a bit off, but she could tell that he was good at this, wondered how many times he had practised on Andy and Quynh. It had been a while since she’d had anyone else touch her like this, and it didn’t take long before she tipped over the edge, clenching hard around his fingers. “Thank you, Joe,” she said sweetly and he just smiled, bringing his fingers up to his lips for a taste, and she groaned at the sight.

That was the beginning, and over the following weeks they took great pleasure in showing her exactly what they liked. “Booker always comes way too fast when he’s fucking someone,” Quynh explained as she adjusted her strap-on and pushed into the Frenchman. “So it’s usually better this way. Though he can admittedly get hard again really quickly,” she said, and how she could talk about this so casually, while she was bottoming out in Booker no less, Nile didn’t know. “So it’s fun sometimes to let him fuck you, you know, if you want to be absolutely dripping with it afterwards.” She pressed a kiss to Booker’s cheek. “Isn’t that right, Book? I remember one time you came five times in Andy, got her absolutely filthy,” and Nile felt like her brain was short-circuiting at the image.

Another time, Nile was mapping out Andy’s toned body with her lips, kissing down her neck and then down her chest, and when her lips brushed Andy’s nipple the other woman jolted as if she had been shocked. Nicky laughed. “She’s very sensitive there, it’s the fastest way to drive her wild.” He positioned himself so that he could kiss Andy’s other breast, taking her nipple between his lips and sucking lightly, revelling in the choked-out moan it earned him. “I like to alternate between suckling on her, licking around the nipple and using my teeth, very lightly, just to scratch at her a bit,” he explained, swiping the flat of his tongue over Andy’s nipple before closing his teeth around it for the barest of seconds. Nile watched him carefully before she emulated him on her side, Andy’s breast cupped carefully in her hand as she licked over the pebbled nipple. “You two are going to be the death of me,” Andy gasped out as the two of them continued their ministrations, shuddering as Nicky’s teeth nipped at her. “She can come from this if we do our job right,” Nicky explained, and had to stifle a smile at how adorable Nile’s look of determination was as she sucked Andy’s nipple into her mouth again, her thumb tracing slow circles on the swell of Andy’s breast.

Joe, she learned, liked it slow and sweet with Nicky and fast and hard with all of the others, as if he used up all his reservoirs of sexual tenderness on Nicky and saved all of his desperation for the rest of the team. “Faster,” he urged Nile as she rode him, his fists clenched in the sheets, and she tried to go faster, groaning faintly every time she took him in to the hilt, but there was only so much she could do. She was almost relieved when he flipped them over and started fucking her in earnest with long deep strokes that she could just lay back and enjoy. Joe came first, driving deep into her with a groan, but Booker’s eager mouth was on her almost immediately, so she couldn’t complain.

Nicky, meanwhile, liked to be teased and strung out like no one she had ever seen. “Take your hand off,” Joe instructed her one time while she was stroking Nicky. “He’s about to come,” he explained and Nile looked confused. “Isn’t that sort of the point?” She had been assuming that sooner or later Nicky would spill into her fist. Joe just chuckled. “Oh, I never let him come the first time he gets close,” he told her, stroking a gentle hand down Nicky’s side. “He likes it when I bring him to the edge again and again before I finally let him slip over, makes everything that much better when he finally lets go.” Nile was sort of skeptical—Nicky gave a little wounded cry when she pulled her hand away from his length—but she let Joe set the pace, telling her when she could start stroking his husband again and when she had to stop. She would admit that when Nicky finally came with a cry, spilling all over her hand and a little up her arm, that it looked particularly intense.

Sex with Quynh was a little bit like a hurricane. Quynh was careful at the beginning, asking about boundaries and what Nile wanted, but once she started she was ruthless. Nile realised that pretty quickly, when their first time together just the two of them—well, sort of just the two of them, Booker was watching protectively from the corner of the room—Quynh had Nile trussed up, her arms tied to the headboard, her legs spread apart with each ankle tied to the foot of the bed, and a silk blindfold blocking Nile’s view. She liked the blindfold, it made everything a surprise, but having her legs tied apart was a sweet agony, making it impossible for her to squirm away when Quynh slid a vibrator through her folds right after Nile had come apart on her tongue. “You can come again for me, sweetheart,” Quynh encouraged, pressing the toy against Nile’s clit, and she thought distantly that if she died like this, at least it would be more pleasant than usual.

Her absolute favourite part of belonging to them, though, was the soft moments, the tight hug from Andy after they had been apart, the feeling of cuddling up to the others at night—Booker, she realised quickly, was an exceptional pillow—a little good morning kiss from Joe as he handed her her breakfast. Those stolen bursts of happiness all provoked the same reaction in her; they all made her feel at home.