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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Secret_Circle_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Faye_Chamberlain/Melissa_Glaser, Faye_Chamberlain/Diana_Meade, Melissa
      Glaser/Diana_Meade, Diana_Meade/Melissa_Glaser, Faye/Melissa/Diana, Faye
      Chamberlain/Melissa_Glaser/Diana_Meade, Faye_Chamberlain/Diana_Meade/
      Melissa_Glaser, Melissa_Glaser/Diana_Meade/Faye_Chamberlain, Melissa
      Glaser/Faye_Chamberlain/Diana_Meade, Diana_Meade/Melissa_Glaser/Faye
      Chamberlain, Diana_Meade/Faye_Chamberlain/Melissa_Glaser
  Character:
      Faye_Chamberlain, Melissa_Glaser, Diana_Meade
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome, Threesome_-_F/F/F, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Oral_Sex,
      Cunnilingus, Fingerfucking, Scratching, Tribadism, Fayanalissa, fayana,
      fayelissa
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-04 Words: 3701
****** Great Minds ******
by Helix
Summary
     A pillow fight turns in to something more.
Notes
     Set at the end of 1x14 "Valentine". Come on, you know you were all
     thinking it when Faye started that pillow fight. I think my Fayelissa
     feels bled through but I did my best to include Diana.
A mixture of good hearted laughter and girlish giggling rang in her ears,
punctuated by shrieks and half formed sentences. Faye had to admit that this
pillow fight was only the latest in a string of brilliant ideas she’s had.
Especially when Melissa toppled over into Diana’s lap, her t-shirt riding
upwards and revealing her midsection. Yeah. It wasn’t just a treat for her
ears, but one for her eyes too. At that point she really couldn’t help it; she
dove forward with a wicked little smirk on her face, hands grabbing either side
of Melissa as she blew cold air on her flat stomach, tickling her. Melissa
squealed, before biting her lips as she went off into another fit of giggling.
She simultaneously loved and hated being tickled and Faye knew this all too
well. Meanwhile, Diana looked on, cheeks flushing just the slightest bit
because of how the gesture struck her as intimate. Maybe she should go, she
always did suspect there was more to Faye and Melissa’s relationship than what
was overtly stated. It would explain Faye’s jealousy and irritability over
Diana and Melissa’s newfound closeness of late.
That line of thought was interrupted, however, as Melissa squirmed in her lap,
her hair tickling her thighs and causing the flush at her cheeks to deepen.
This didn’t go unnoticed; Faye, whom until now had been solely focused on
Melissa, happened to glance up right at that moment. Her eyes locked with
Diana’s who shuddered almost imperceptibly because she had never been on the
receiving end of that gaze from Faye. This was met with a smirk and Faye
purposely shifted her weight, pushing Melissa back further against Diana. Her
eyes fell back down to Melissa, who’s giggling had died down but not entirely
stopped. They looked at each other for a moment, Melissa staring at Faye’s
lips, feeling fairly vulnerable under her best friend, having gone blind to the
feathers dancing all around them. Faye arched an eyebrow suggestively and she
stood there for a moment, mesmerized by the way her best friend was wetting her
lips with the tip of her tongue, unsure whether it was subconscious or
intentional. They both wanted the same thing, that much was clear to just about
anyone but themselves. Diana was hypnotized, and if that alone hadn’t been
enough to encourage Faye to finally lean down, Melissa’s hand grabbing at the
collar of her shirt and pulling her down, would have been the coup de grâce.
Lips met lips, jaws slack, mouths slightly parted and soft. If asked, Faye
would probably have denied that she’d been entirely enticed with Melissa,
intoxicated and completely taken with the kiss, coming up with the excuse that
it was purely in order to shock Diana. But Diana was the last thing on her mind
in that moment and she let out a muffled sound of surprised as Melissa sucked
on her lower lip, never having expected the tiny girl to be so bold. She liked
it, responding with a nip of the teeth and a flick of the tongue, one of her
hands timidly cupping Melissa’s cheek before caressing her jaw and trailing
down her neck. Her pulse thrummed inside her veins, blood rushing around her
body, heightening her sensitivity to stimuli. Like the way the fabric of her
clothes tickled her skin, clinging to her breasts or making her underwear feel
just a little too tight. For all intents and purposes, she was blown away by it
all, and couldn’t help but wonder why she hadn’t kissed her best friend sooner.
Melissa meanwhile was breathless, feverish; her skin felt scarlet-hot,
scorching her from the inside. She gripped at Faye’s shirt more tightly, afraid
she’d pull away, afraid this was just another game to her. Her free hand cupped
the back of her neck, fingers entangled in the lush brown mane.
Diana hadn’t realized she was holding her breath until she let it go with a
little squeak. She’d never felt more conspicuously intrusive or more turned on
while watching anyone kiss. The sound she made seemed to remind the two other
girls of her presence and they promptly broke the kiss. They breathed heavily,
staring at each other with wide eyes, expressions wild and wanton and
underneath the lust, surprised, as if they were seeing each other in a whole
new light- which they were. A side of each other they’d often secretly wondered
and perhaps even fantasized about, but never actually seen, not towards each
other. Faye managed to tear her gaze away from Melissa, somewhat embarrassed at
her lack of control over the situation and wanting to remedy that. She gave
Diana a wicked grin, mischief sparkling in her expression, which earned her an
eyeroll and a noise of exasperation from Melissa. Diana on the other hand
suddenly felt like a deer facing a wolf with no way to run. Perhaps the most
frightening part was that she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to.
“Now, now, Melissa. We can’t be having Diana feeling left out, can we? Besides
you’re the one who invited her over.”
Melissa’s gaze slid toward Diana, before bouncing back to Faye. Her heart
knocked against her rib cage like a mallet because- had Faye really just
suggested they kiss Diana? Was Faye actually suggest- no. It couldn’t be. They
were just kissing. It was only a kiss. A very, very hot kiss. But still just a
kiss. Nevertheless, she couldn’t shake the feeling of Faye’s hand on her, her
skin tingling where it had been moments before, and her lips aching with the
absence of Faye’s. She could deny it, but not ignore it: her body felt alight
with electricity. So maybe through the kiss, she’d wanted more. She stayed
quiet for another beat as she tried to get a grip on her mind, trying to come
up with something equally witty to throw back at Faye.
“Well.. you’re no delivery guy, that’s for sure, but I guess Di can pretend you
just brought in pizza.”
Faye’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Touché. Both girls then looked at Diana
expectantly, a devious gleam in their eyes, Faye being convinced Diana wouldn’t
while Melissa silently urged her to prove Faye wrong (because she knew exactly
what Faye was thinking). Diana stared at them in confusion, one gaze wanting
her to relent, the other seemingly encouraging her on. Now that the opportunity
was presenting itself with the door wide open, Diana knew that she wanted a
taste of that kiss and at the same time, couldn’t resist wanting to prove Faye
wrong. She leaned down suddenly, bolting like a stag out of the bushes her hand
locking at the back of Faye’s head to prevent any attempt at escaping, and her
lips searching hers with brazen determination. Melissa looked up at them in
triumph knowing Faye had probably counted more on Diana chickening out. Her
smug sense of satisfaction slowly melted away however as she saw how
aggressively Faye and Diana kissed each other. It was angry and resentful, as
if they were settling their long list of scores right there and then. She
couldn’t tell from this angle but she was willing to bet they both made use of
their teeth, without the tact or finesse there had been between Faye and
herself. It was rough, and if Melissa were to be entirely honest with herself,
it was hot, too.
Faye was feral, trying to be dominant, surprised by Diana’s force. To think
she’d underestimated her all these years. And Diana- well, Diana was letting
all of her unavowed frustration with Faye, out in the open. Ever since she’d
discovered they were all witches, she tried so hard to get along with Faye, to
try and be her friend, to try and help her be a better person. If translated
into words, her kisses might have sounded like ‘now you listen to me, I’ve had
enough of your reckless ways and disrespect, I’m tired of you underestimating
me!’, but Faye was of course, true to nature, not listening. Too focused on her
own anger. Anger towards Diana always trying to boss her around naturally, but
also anger that masked the insecurity she felt in regards to Melissa distancing
herself in their friendship while growing closer to Diana instead- which Diana
hadn’t hesitated to rub in Faye’s face on more than one occasion, including
earlier on that night.
She was determined to prove herself the better individual. A better kisser, a
better friend, a better witch. She broke away quickly and suddenly, however,
glaring at Diana with embers in her eyes. Melissa sat up, confused, and glanced
at both girls, while Diana looked as if she were experiencing a bad case of
vertigo. No matter which way you looked at their situation, things had
definitely taken a turn for the unexpected.
“Melissa, tell Diana I’m the best kisser.”
Melissa quirked an eyebrow, biting her tongue. What the actual fuck was going
on? She had just made out with her best friend, then watched her best friend
make out with her other friend. They couldn’t blame it on drugs- not after
getting rid of the rest earlier on after she nearly ODed and there was no
alcohol to be found. Stranger yet, were Faye’s motives. Did she have to turn
everything into a competition? Before she could come up with a reply, however,
Diana spoke up next, licking her lips with a frown and trying to look
dignified.
“I really don’t think it’s fair to ask her that.”
“Because you’re scared she’ll agree?”
“No, because, she doesn’t know how I kiss yet.”
“I’m sure she can tell just by having looked at you.”
“Or maybe you’re too chicken to find out she might disagree.”
“In your dreams, Meade!”
Melissa opened her mouth to say something, but was promptly silenced by Diana’s
lips. It was something else, kissing two different people in such a short
period of time. The differences were more stark, the comparison list longer.
Where Faye was wild, passionate and... Intense, Diana’s kiss was determined,
earnest and bore that quality that characterized Diana so well; it felt like
she was trying so hard to do her best. She was more gentle too. As the littlest
witch accustomed to her new kissing partner and relaxed, she felt her mind
losing its focus, the checklist slipping away. It wasn’t like it would have
been a very conclusive list at any rate. They were just too different, to
compare. Who was the better kisser? Objectively, Melissa couldn’t say. Perhaps
the question should have been “who do you prefer being kissed by?” but since it
hadn’t, Melissa wouldn’t bring it up. Diana’s hand found her cheek cupping it
softly as she ran the tip of her tongue very lightly against her lower lip.
Melissa’s breath caught in her throat, and there was that heat again, and that
tight pull in her lower abdomen. She gasped against Diana’s mouth as she felt a
hand brushing her hair aside and full, hungry lips on her neck. The sensation
left her feeling asphyxiated briefly, but just long enough for her not to take
immediate note of the hands on her hips, slipping under her shirt and slowly
sliding up her torso. Was it odd for her to know it was Faye, in spite of the
fact she couldn’t think clearly at all? She seemed to just know, intuitively
which touch belonged to whom.
A little sound emerged from the back of her throat as Faye’s hands groped her
chest firmly, possessively. Diana broke the kiss to finish what Faye had
initially set out to do and lifted Melissa’s shirt all the way off, tossing it
aside and leaving the smallest witch in her bra. The air felt chilly for a
brief instant against her feverish skin before the heat radiated off her and
warmed the atmosphere around them. Diana leaned forward and brushed her lips
against Melissa’s collarbone, ignoring Faye’s little growl that came from over
her shoulder. Faye promptly grabbed the strap of Melissa’s undergarment between
her teeth pulling it off her shoulder, and grinning against her tawny skin as
she heard a gasp. Melissa’s head was spinning in the most pleasant way possible
and she was slowly losing her grip on reality. She was high, no longer from the
rush of drugs, but from the feeling of hands and lips on her skin. A whimper
whined past her lips as Faye pinched her through the brassiere’s fabric and she
threw her head back, resting it on Faye’s shoulder. She had lost track of Diana
who somehow managed to unclasp the offending piece of lingerie, using magic.
Perhaps then that in reality all three of them had unhooked it, together.
Melissa chuckled mentally at that before her train of thought was derailed by
Diana’s hot mouth on her chest. Her hands flew to the other girl, one set of
slender fingers finding purchase in a lustrous brown mane, while the other
gripped at Diana’s shirt demandingly, tugging it upwards. The message was
clear: if she was going to be naked, they should be too.
When things finally did get to that point, Faye wasn’t sure of the exact order
in which it had happened, because of how focused she was on Melissa. It hadn’t
stopped her from trying to keep a claim on controlling the situation, firmly
staked. Where her hands and mouth were occupied, she used magic to compensate,
at least when it came to undressing Diana or herself. In regards to Melissa...
She’d rather aggressively, switched her position to unbutton her jeans and pull
them down, nipping at her skin, from the hollow of her throat, down her chest,
between the valley of her breasts, briefly punctuating her journey by suckling
softly at an achingly hard nipple. She’d ended by trailing across her stomach
down to the waistband of her underwear where she dragged her lips lazily over
the skin there. Melissa’s eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a hummingbird;
fast, light, delicate. Her hands clung to Diana who was bent over her, kissing
the curve of her shoulder, and the hollow of her throat, her hair tickling
Melissa’s bare skin in a way that was both delicious and tortuous, especially
over her breasts. Her hips bucked as Faye pressed her mouth against her venus
mons, the thin layer of fabric obstructing the fullness of the sensation, but
still enough to give her a taste of it.
“Faye!”
Melissa’s tone fell somewhere between a plea and a command and just then, Faye
decided her name had never sounded more beautiful. Her fingers curled like
claws at the lingerie, pulling it down in a manner that made Melissa squirm
impatiently, and grip at Diana tighter as she kissed her, more feverish and
frantic than ever. And then Faye indulged her, at long last, her breath,
followed by her tongue, against Melissa’s ready wetness. Melissa arched her
back up a little, hips canting against Faye, clearly wanting more. Her kissing
style changed too, catching Diana a little off guard as her lower lip was
nipped. She was being kissed in two different ways by two different people at
the same time and it made her mind slip away. Faye pinned down Melissa’s hips
firmly, in order to maintain a certain amount of control over her movements.
But Melissa wasn’t the only one blown away in a whirlwind of bliss: Faye was
revelling in her. Sweet, warm, Melissa whom wore her name so well. Faye had
since long forgotten about the fact she was competing with Diana, too entranced
with her best friend to think of anything else. Her ministrations were becoming
more frantic, as if she sought gratification for herself, rather than just
Melissa’s. Her taste, her heat. The way her muscles tremored and her skin
dampened at Faye’s touch. The colour of her skin, that tone of light gold,
marred- or perhaps enhanced, by the reddish pink of a blush. Faye wanted her,
wanted more of her, feeling as if she had a thirst, so bottomless, so
unquenchable, that the more she drank, the stronger the craving became.
Diana meanwhile had shifted her positioning as well as Melissa’s gently lifting
her tense, light body up, so that Melissa’s back pressed against Diana’s chest,
pebbled nipples poking into her skin. Her head lolled back, resting against the
taller girl’s shoulder, her cascade of curls tickling pale skin. Melissa
reached back with one hand, looking for a grip in Diana’s hair, finding it in
the locks at the back of her head. Her breathing was ragged and tried, and
Diana had never thought the sound of a girl’s breath could be so erotic. Her
fingers gently pressed against Melissa’s hipbones, brushing briefly and
accidentally against Faye’s hands, before trailing upwards to the smallest
girl’s breasts. She cupped them, weighting them in her hands curiously, if a
bit hesitantly before offering and experimental squeeze. That earned her
another moan and a jerk in her hair but she found it didn’t hurt. If anything
that too turned her on and she gently rolled her hips against Melissa before
giving and other squeeze, followed by a pinch and a twist. She leaned down to
kiss her friend’s exposed throat, and nip at the delicate skin on her neck.
Melissa’s back arched and she cried out, losing sense of just about everything
safe for the way her body felt like a tree bent by increasingly wild and
unforgiving winds. And the fire, the heat flaring up inside of her, the
electricity running down her spine and sending jolts and shocks to and from her
lower abdomen. Her stomach muscles tightened to the point of pain and her toes
curled as she keened.
Faye growled as Melissa’s free hand tangled into her hair, gripping it tightly
and her tongue almost seemed to lengthen, reaching inside Melissa as her full
lips wrapped around her engorged clit. She deepened her kiss, hungry, wet and a
little sloppy feeling, hearing and tasting the way Melissa was spiraling
upwards. Faye jostled briefly as she felt the brush of Diana’s finger, having
forgotten her presence momentarily, but she was too taken with the need to see
Melissa climax to let it otherwise disturb her. Her wish would soon be
fulfilled as Melissa’s voice got louder and her eyes snapped shut. Her jaw was
slack, lips parted as she gripped both of her partners tightly, Diana’s mouth
on her neck seemingly preventing her from catching the breath that Faye was
making her lose. And just as the first strike of lightning hits the plain,
Melissa’s orgasm cracked loudly, resonating through her entire body. She grew
tense and almost perfectly still, every single muscle a tightrope. She exhaled
as she quaked moaning as each shock hit her body.
Faye would not afford her the luxury of recovering right away. Her eyes fierce
and intense, glowing not unlike a panther about to pounce, she rose from
between Melissa’s legs, climbing on the couch and straddling her thigh. Melissa
shuddered at the feeling of how hot and wet Faye felt against her and gasped as
her friend rutted against her. She caught Melissa’s face between her hands and
sought out her mouth with hers, lips parted, jaws wide. She whined softly with
every jerk of the hip and Melissa’s heart skipped at Faye being so vulnerable.
Encouraging her, Melissa sucked on the tip of her tongue before raking her
teeth against her lower lip. Behind her, Diana had also started rocking her
hips faster and one of her hands had slid down Melissa’s body, nestling itself
between her legs and cupping her firmly, rubbing for a moment to coat her
fingers in cum before inserting to of them, perfectly curled at this angle.
Melissa so small, so tiny caught between her two best friends, both tall and
physically strong. Yet she’d never felt so powerful, so worshipped as now.
Their bodies seemed to have found a rhythm this time, and truly they lost mind
of where one ended and the other began. Faye’s mewling became more desperate,
more wild and her frotting accelerated, causing her opulent chest to bounce and
rub against Melissa, their nipples occasionally brushing against one another.
Barely audible was the sound of her chanting Melissa’s name as she felt the
familiar fire inside her, so close to consuming her.
Melissa was the loudest, driven mad by Faye and the way Diana’s fingers were
hitting her just right, resulting in her having left angry red trails scratched
up along Faye’s back, never having thought it was possible to be so close
again, so fast. And Diana somehow seemed to grow quieter the more wound up she
got, as if concentrating, focusing on one goal only. Yet in spite of their
differences, they all were attuned to each other, so giving and receptive all
at once they snapped nearly at the same time. So close that it was impossible
to say who started and who finished; all that mattered was the tangle of limbs,
and the quivering of bodies, and the symphonies of voices, and wild, wanton
breaths. Melissa collapsed against Diana who sank back against the soft
cushion, and Faye somehow found it in her to kiss Melissa again, territorial
and vulnerable all at once, before she too collapsed, though against Melissa.
They went quiet, unmoving safe for the sound of their breathing, and the rise
and fall of their rib cages. They stayed silent for a while, surprisingly
comfortable and happy against one another and caught up in each other like
this. A rare instance of harmony between the three of them neither wanting to
break the spell they seemingly had cast until it had run its course. And when
it did it seemed neither premature or tardy, but right on cue.
“Best. Anti-Valentines. Ever.”
“Shut up Faye.”
“Actually I can’t believe I’m saying this but for once, Melissa, I agree with
Faye.”
There was smirking, and giggling and eye-rolling. But best of all, in an
otherwise chaotic and often antagonistic circle, there was bonding.
Fin.
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