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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Marco_Bott/Jean_Kirstein/Reader
  Character:
      Marco_Bott, Jean_Kirstein
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Lemon
  Series:
      Part 3 of Jean_x_reader_x_Marco
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-26 Words: 5104
****** Thunder and Lightning ******
by Falconette
Summary
     Snatching kisses and hearts during your time as trainees. Mellow and
     sweet.
Notes
     One of my OT3 (Jean x reader x Marco) stories. They are
     interconnected as they happen in the same universe, however can be
     read separately.
Since the military guaranteed that your years as trainees will be spent in
teaching you not just combat skills, tactics and history, but also how to be a
fully functional individual once you graduate, after drills and classes you
were often delegated choirs like cleaning, preparing food and tending the
animals. This evening you were stuck in a dim kitchen corner with a bowl of
mixed vegetables that needed peeling and, mercifully, a fuller bowl of already
cleaned radishes, potatoes, carrots and tomatoes for tomorrow’s stew. Your
fingers were already raw and tired as they picked another carrot and went
through the same motions of removing its tip with a practiced flick of a small
knife you wielded, then proceeding to scrape the clinging grime off its surface
and finally rinsing it in water. You were so absorbed in hypnotic repetition
that when Jean sat across from you, you almost jumped in surprise.
 
He raised his eyebrows at the heap of clean, fresh vegetables in the second
bowl, “How long have you been at it?”
 
Your eyes tiredly glanced at the candle stump, estimating the time lapsed,
“About two hours.” You sighed and loosened your stiffened shoulders and neck,
feeling the ligaments inside creak in protest. “Forever.”
 
Jean let out an impressed whistle, eyeing the door to the adjacent superiors’
chambers, “We must have really ticked the captain off this time.”
 
You nodded, without caring to elaborate. The instructor had noticed you
sneaking off with certain boys from the same squad and, instead of calling you
upon breaking the explicit rules against romantic relations between the cadets,
he would entrust you with the most tedious tasks, restricting your free time
and making your encounters with the boys scarcer. What he didn’t know was that
he was making them so much more precious. The boys were given an even rougher
treatment but they bore it with clenched jaws, almost proudly sporting the
bruises stemming from the special attention they received during sparring
drills.  
 
“It is actually nice to see you do womanly things, for a change.” Jean
snickered and your foot instantly connected to his shin under the table,
although not hard enough to wipe the smile off his face.
 
“Oh, you want to see me do womanly things?” you pouted and dipped the just
cleaned carrot in the water bowl, but instead of shaking the water off, you
brought it to your mouth and slowly sucked on it, making sure no droplet was
shed. Then you slid it out between your lips and swirled across its uneven
surface, with the tip of your tongue, discreetly and suggestively. Jean was
barely breathing as he watched your lips, the smirk waning from corners of his
mouth. He crossed his legs awkwardly and cast a sideways glance towards the far
corner of the room where several squad members were chatting, then returned his
focus to you. Slowly and deliberately you worked your way up and down, taking
your time, dropping Jean’s mouth open without him consciously noticing. When
you slid the rounded carrot tip over your half open mouth, he audibly
swallowed, his cheeks and ears burning. Inadvertently, his body was leaning
closer and closer to you across the table.
 
As your tongue danced across the shaft once more and your mouth closed around
the tip again, as you saw him hanging onto the next move of your lips and
fingers, you let your teeth flash for a short moment and hack the carrot in two
with a loud crunch. With a dark satisfaction, you saw him cringe and
involuntarily back away, a look of dismay on his face.
 
Just then Marco’s hand rested on Jean’s shoulder from behind, making him jump
in his seat.
 
“Hey!” Marco said in a cheerful tone.
 
“For fuck’s sake, Marco!” Jean exclaimed, drawing inquisitive looks from across
the room. Flustered and self-conscious, he added in a quieter tone, “Don’t
sneak up on people like that.” Ignoring Marco’s confused expression, he got up
and stormed out, giving you a passing, reprimanding glare.
 
“Jean, wait…” Marco started but his friend was already out the door so he
turned to you, “What happened? You had one of your ‘situations’ again, didn’t
you?”
 
Although Marco knew that the love-hate interplay between you and Jean served
only as fuel for passionate venting during sex, you knew it was not his cup of
tea. He would be the one giving you plenty of space when you played rougher
games in bed with Jean, but he would also be the one cradling your body with
his afterwards, making sure you cooled down in his arms. He sat down shaking
his head, taking the seat Jean just vacated, his slick, jet black hair giving
off an orange hue in the candle light.
 
“You both know you care for each other, why play these games?”
 
You shrugged, not knowing the answer yourself. There was something in Jean that
made you snap at his remarks and, as far as you could tell, it went both ways.
 
“Let me help you.” Marco dropped the subject and started rolling up his sleeves
when he noticed what you were doing, but shaking of your head stopped him in
mid motion.
 
“Nah,” you said, chewing sweetly on the carrot and eyeing the door, wondering
when will Jean’s wounded pride allow him to come back, “I am almost done here.
Just give me a few more minutes.” You nimbly turned another potato in your
palm, bringing the sharp blade to its surface, stripping the dark peel and
revealing the pale plant beneath. At the same time, your foot loosened itself
out of your shoe and travelled up Marco’s shin to the warm place where his
thighs came together. You didn’t have to feel you had hit the spot, his flushed
face in a dancing candlelight and an incredulous look said it all. His breath
caught, then he cast a nervous, furtive glance at the far end of the room,
checking for others.
 
“Don’t worry. “ you said in an even voice, as you continued to diligently peel
the potato, then dip it in a water bowl, “It is too dark under the table for
anyone to see us.”
 
Marco awkwardly shifted in his chair, his arousal uncomfortably growing despite
his will.
 
“Are you sure?” he whispered, leaning in. There was something conspiratorial
and adventurous in his voice. The freckles stood out charmingly on his cheeks
as his breathing became more irregular.
 
You shrugged with traces of a mischievous smile, even though you were sure no
one was paying attention at the dark, uneventful corner of the kitchen.
 
Marco’s eyes slid towards the superiors’ door but his body didn’t back away.
“If we get in trouble here in the common room…” he gasped, biting his lower lip
as the sole of your foot gently massaged his shaft alongside its length. To
your surprise, you realized you couldn’t tell if he viewed the prospect of
being caught as a fear or a turn-on. He shifted again, trying to adjust and
ease the pressure in his loins, his hands twitching and almost reaching below
the table before he stopped himself.
 
He finally looked you in the eyes and noticed your wide smile. Your hands were
still, a half cleaned radish resting between your fingers, as you concentrated
on giving him just enough pressure to make him teeter between pleasure and
pain.
 
“You are torturing me.” he declared, giving you an uneasy smile and bringing
his thighs together, squeezing your toes against his crotch. He was hard.
 
“And you are enjoying it.” you replied in equally declaratory tone, finishing
the radish and wiping your hands with a cloth. Your work for today was done.
 
“And I came here to tell you I am on stable duty tonight.” there was a dark,
daring gleam in his eyes that Marco rarely let other people see. “So I
thought…”
 
You gave him a puzzled look. The stable duty meant making sure the horses are
brushed down, watered and fed which did leave a lot of space for slacking off
since no one could gauge how long these things would exactly take. However,
stables are never locked so cadets and military personnel often came and went,
tending to their horses or just killing time. To start anything psychical there
would be insanity.
 
Marco must have read your incredulous look because he leaned in closer and
whispered, “A storm is building up. A really big one. And when the rain pours
down, no one will be strolling through the stables or going outside.”
 
“Well,” you stammered. It was your turn to be caught off guard, “I guess no one
would miss me for an hour or two…”
 
“Just find Jean and I’ll meet you there, then.” he whispered in a deep voice
giving you a lingering look, the kind of look that made yours insides ache with
anticipation. Then his lips stretched into a smile that lit up his whole face,
making him look disarmingly boyish. He abruptly got to his feet and in the same
motion heaved the bowl of vegetables you spent two hours cleaning easily into
the air and brought it to the center kitchen table for the cooks, the noise the
heavy vessel made when connecting with the wooden surface startling the squad-
mates on the other side of the room.
 
“Sorry about that.” Marco smiled apologetically at them and scratched the back
of his neck with his hand. “Guess I don’t know my own strength.”
 
The others responded with smiles and jokes as you used the distraction to slip
away, noting how popular Marco was among your comrades. With the pure, kind and
easygoing picture they had of him, you wondered what would they think if they
ever saw the glint in his dark eyes he had when he was having you against the
wall, thrusting against your body like there was no tomorrow, the muscles he
obtained in training strained for a very different cause.
 
Even though the kitchen was scarcely lit, it took you a few steps until your
eyes adjusted to the darkness outside. Marco was right; a storm was coming,
furious winds announcing its arrival and the pressure of upcoming torrents
grinding everything in its path. You felt the heavy air and scented the smell
of rain before you could make out the heavy, scowling clouds above.
 
Someone’s hand caught you elbow just as you quickened your pace towards the
stables.
 
“Where are you going? Don’t you see the sky is about to open any second now?”
Jean’s exclamation was muffled by the strong wind. As per cue, thunder roared
from somewhere not too far away.
 
You indicated the stable building with your chin as hair wildly whipped around
your face. It was close enough to discern disturbed neighing of horses tethered
inside. “Marco is on duty this evening and the storm will be a perfect cover
for losing a couple of hours.”
 
There was a cold glimmer in Jean’s eyes and a clenching in his jaw line as he
jumped to conclusions, just like you knew he would. “You are also invited. He
would have told you if you had given him the chance.” you explained evenly
before he could say anything.
 
Jean let go of your arm and looked around, making sure no one saw you then
curtly nodded. “Sorry.” he said in a calmer, pointedly deeper voice, avoiding
your eyes as he always did that after his infantile side broke through.”I will
bring something to eat. They are about to serve dinner.”
 
You smiled and gave him a peck on a cheek, risking being seen and counting on
the bad weather and cloak of darkness as your allies. Jean gave you a surprised
and grateful glance, reminding you of a little boy desiring approval.
 
“You left me in a pinch back there, you know?” his voice was a bit shaken, or
maybe it was a wind eddy, “I pitched a friggin tent in the middle of kitchen
and you were just grinning across the damn table…”
 
“I will make it up to you.” the roar of another thunder strike, this one
notably closer, underlined your words . He nodded again, his lips pressed in a
tight line, and sprinted off towards the main building.
 
You entered the dark stables, accompanied by nervous twitching of dozens of
pairs of horse ears, commotion and their questioning neighing. The smell and
warmth of numerous animal bodies made the wooden structure surprisingly cozy.
Inside was almost pitch black and you found your way between the stalls by
touch and memory, finally settling down on a heap of fragrant, fresh hey in the
far end of the passage, beside the netted window that allowed scarce light of
guard fires inside.
 
The rain already started pounding on the roof when you heard the door squeak
open and shut, a silhouette only a bit darker than the room hesitating by the
doorframe.
 
“Over here.” you called out, hoping this wasn’t some random person seeking
shelter from the storm.
 
Footsteps approached and Marco’s features started to outline and take shape
before you. As his eyes gradually adjusted to the gloom, he used his fingers to
pinpoint you and his lips to find yours. His skin was chilled by water and
wind, the kiss he gave you nevertheless feverish.
 
“Just in time.” he panted still breathless from running, tousling his damp hair
that smelled like rain as he glanced outside the window at ever thicker
torrents.
 
“I met Jean on the way, he will be joining us with some supper.” you ran your
fingers through his black hair, slicking it back. The new style gave Marco’s
features a sharper, darker undertone in a stark contrast to his wide, gentle
eyes. His chin sunk somewhat.
 
“I wish I had thought of that.” he mumbled to himself, leaning in the hay,
sinking into the soft heap. You laid next to him, unbuttoning his soaked shirt
and peeling if off his shoulders so he wouldn’t catch a cold.
 
“Who cares? As long as someone brings some food…” you spread the shirt on a
bench to dry and spread your fingers across Marco’s muscled chest, enjoying the
hills and nooks of his physique. The boys have put on a lot of muscle since
they joined the squad, fascinating you every day with their growing strength.
 
“I should care. I should have thought of that instead of rushing here after you
like a dog in heat.” Marco said in an uncharacteristically sullen tone, “He is
already better at everything anyway and when I don’t even try like this…”
 
“Marco,” you stilled your hand, watching him intently, trying to make out his
expression in dim light, “What are you saying?”
 
He sighed and turned towards the window. “I am saying I already know he
deserves you more than I do and I hate it when I undermine myself even more by
being stupid. He is smarter, more practical, richer, more realistic,
outspoken... he’s got it all. Honestly, I don’t even know why you want me
around.”
 
“Well, it is one thing to admire your best friend, but this sounds like a
crush…” you begun jokingly but broke off when Marco’s head wasn’t’ turning
towards you with one of his hearty smiles.
 
“Marco?” you asked quietly, gently shaking his shoulder.
 
“Sometimes,” his voice was barely a whisper, “when you taunt each other and
argue… the zest in your eyes, it scares me. It is crazy, I don’t understand you
guys, but it is like you are stoking up a fire that keeps you together. And
with me… I am not like that. I cannot outdo him in any way. What do you even
see in me?”
 
“Marco…,” you leaned your body his hip, your arm draped across his chest. He
was breathing shallowly, his face pointedly adverted from you, the heavy rain
being the only noise around you. “You cannot be serious.”
 
No reaction, no reply.
 
“Hey!” you shook him more roughly, trying to get him to look at you. “Tell me
you’re joking.”
 
“That day when we kissed for the first time…” he begun in an unsure voice,
picking his words carefully like he was extracting them from a dark and hidden
place, “I already knew back then that Jean had his sights on you. He had been
secretly watching you for a long time. I had planned to back off and forget
about it… but nothing prepared me for your smile.” his face turned to you and
you could discern shimmering in his eyes. “Once I held you in my arms, I knew
I’d never be able to let you go. Not even for him.”
 
Marco’s fingers closed around your hand but there was no strength in his grip.
All his power went into pulling the buried words from his mouth.
 
“And now, I love you more and more each day and each day I am more and more
terrified that you will get tired of this simple, naïve village boy and choose
him.” he added with a tinge of bitterness. “Why does he always have to win at
everything?”
 
“Maybe because you keep telling yourself that?” your voice sounded sobering.
 
“W-what?” he stuttered.
 
“Did you ever try, Marco? Really, really try to best him?” you propped yourself
up on an elbow. “I bet you didn’t because it would put a strain on your
friendship.” His gaze searched your face, confused and hurt, so you continued
in a gentler tone. “But it doesn’t matter. I don’t care about competitions and
rankings. I care about you. Both of you.”
 
You brushed your fingers across his face, wiping away remnants of moist too
salty to be rain. “You are both special to me, why would I leave one for
another?”
 
Marco didn’t move or speak, but his expressive eyes told you he needed to know,
he needed to hear it from you. So you took a breath and said
 
“You are here when I need somebody who will listen without trying to force his
solutions on me. I can count on your patience and understanding, even on a bad
day I am smiling when I see you. You notice the little things others usually
overlook and you always focus on the bright side. You never criticize or
complain, never put anybody down. So maybe we don’t have this friction you
mentioned between us…” you shrugged dismissively, “But how can you compare
devouring fire to calm, deep water? Maybe you can tell me which is more
precious because I can’t decide, even now.”
 
You pressed your cheek against his neck and added quietly. “I don’t want to
decide.”
 
His fingers squeezed your hand more tightly, the warmth returning to his limbs.
 
“Please,” he said thinly, fighting with a lump in his throat, “Just… give me a
moment.”
 
Your arms embraced his shoulders and you held him like that for a long time,
feeling his heartbeat quicken than calm down again, as well as his breathing.
 
“I love you.” he said finally and clearly, bringing your fingers to his lips
and brushing them across his dry skin. “I am sorry for being such a crybaby.
Please don’t tell…”
 
You pressed your lips to his to stop further, redundant words. You stayed
tenderly connected, your tongues gently investigating each other’s most
delicate senses, licking, soothing, comforting, not caring about the time or
the world.
 
As he silently watched, your fingers nimbly freed you from your shirt and your
pants followed, being carelessly tossed into the hay. Then you begun working on
his boots and pants, urged by a sudden desire to have him, here and now, to
connect undisturbed.
 
“But Jean is still…” he muttered unsurely, helping you strip him in darkness.
 
“Shhhh…” you pressed a finger across his lips, sliding your other hand down his
smooth belly. “This is a moment for us only.”
 
He wanly smiled then deftly moved above you, propping himself on elbows, his
lips deeply locked with yours. You hand stroked his erection as you adjusted
yourself beneath him.
 
“Are you ready?” when he guessed your intentions he whispered in your ear in a
husky voice, making shivers run up and down your spine. “I didn’t take care of
you…”
 
“Oh, I am ready.” your body squirmed beneath his in an answer, your knees
rising and legs spreading to welcome him in. The weight of his body made you
sink deeper into the fragrant bedding as his hips worked to find a way inside
your aching loins.
 
Marco slid his shaft slowly in and shuddered with pleasure when he entered all
the way, taking a moment to let the sensation pass through his body. The
hotness of his pulsating erection stirred the blood inside you, you inner
muscles clenching and unclenching with pulses of satisfaction. His arms
embraced you, locking behind your shoulder blades and your legs entwined
tightly around his hips restricting your movements to slow, lazy waves of your
connected bodies. The intimacy and the beauty of it touched a deep, tender
place inside your heart.
 
“Ahhhh... “ he moaned in your neck as film of sweat started forming between
your bodies, cooling the hot skin and allowing you to more easily slide against
each other. He moved strands of your hair from your face with his fingertips as
his hips, unrushed and thorough, dug inside you. His lips barely moved, the
words reaching you as wisps of his warm breath, “Being with you, like this, is
the best feeling in the world.”
 
“Marco…” you sighed, shifting to feel him better, rocking you pelvis from below
to accommodate to his anatomy and motions. Even through dusk, you could discern
his gentle gaze on you, watching you with open adoration. “I can’t… when you
stare at me like that.” you said, turning your head sideways in embarrassment.
 
He smiled and kissed you, halting for a while to recuperate. „Hnnn, you could
push me over the edge just with such a cute look.” he chuckled and then
continued where he had left off, slowly building your body up to a boiling
point. He felt you clutch to him in sweet anticipation, your things clutching
his hips desperately and he hastened the tempo to catch up with you.
 
“Tell me.” he panted in your ear as orgasm was starting to flood through your
body, “Come on, speak to me…”
 
“I love you!” you screamed in the deafening rain, unbearable pleasure furrowing
your brow, “I love you Marco!”
 
“Ohhhyeeees!” he howled and came, digging his face into your neck. “Yeah…”
Marco’s relieved voice waned as he tried to catch his breath, comfortably
slumped over you. You remained resting like that for a while, enjoying the
drumming of raindrops on the windowsill, sensing only your heartbeats.
 
Marco voice, muffled by being pressed against your skin and hay, startled you
from dozing off „If it ever comes to that, I am fighting for you. For real.
Just so you know.”
 
You smiled and stroked his hair thinking that if it ever came to that, Jean
would be in for a big surprise from his modest, selfless friend. If it ever
came to that, you knew, their friendship would be history.
 
* * *
 
“I am fucking soaked!”
 
When he finally arrived, drenched and with still warm potatoes protected under
his cloak, Jean found you and Marco lying in each other’s arms, quietly talking
and smiling at each other like a pair of newlyweds.
 
“Did I miss something?” Jean’s eyes swung from face to face suspiciously as he
took off the wet clothes and kicked off the muddy boots. There was a thinly-
veiled tinge of jealousy in his tone. “I see you two were already at it.”
 
You shrugged, reaching for a potato, “You weren’t showing up so we got bored.”
You turned to Marco and winked, causing him to snicker.
 
“That idiot instructor held me up. Will that guy ever give us a break!?” Jean
scowled and sat down next to you, bearing without a comment you drying his hair
with your shirt.
 
“Probably not.” Marco hungrily munched on the half potato you gave him. “We are
lucky he is not penalizing us for real.”
 
You nodded in agreement and everyone sunk in a thoughtful silence, chewing on
the improvised dinner. The rain gave no indication of stopping but at least the
wind seemed to have grown tired of raging and had quieted down.
 
“So,” Jean said eventually as he wiped his hands off the dried grass, “what
were you talking about?”
 
“Just remembering how we all got together.” Marco said. “Who would have
thought…” he smiled warmly and proudly at you.
 
“Yeah…” Jean’s eyes narrowed, “You never did say which one of us you noticed
first.”
 
In your peripheral vision you could see the smile getting wiped clean off
Marco’s face. Of course Jean would assume it was him that got your attention.
It seemed that he was blessed with the surplus of confidence that Marco lacked
and you fought the urge to reach out for Marco to offer him support. After all,
he was not a child.
 
Instead, you shrugged with a mysterious smirk, “Who knows?”
 
Jean snorted in irritation and looked through the window, scowling at the
storm.
 
“Anyway,…” his eyes returned to you and slid down your breasts to shadows below
your navel as he absently adjusted himself with his hand. “I know we don’t have
much time, but I would really like to have you tonight. I have been going crazy
back there, waiting for my chance to slip out. I am going to explode.”
 
You glanced at the relentless rain outside, thinking about the lateness of the
hour and Jean, noticing, commented, “Don’t worry about it, I have brought extra
cloaks so you will be dry and can go straight to bed when we get back.”
 
You could feel Marco stir uncomfortably, probably beating himself over his
unpreparedness, so you this time placated him with your hand without turning to
him. “Sure,” you smiled impishly to Jean, shifting to face him, “I did promise
I would make it up to you.”
 
You slid your fingers up his undercut and into his unruly hair, leaning in and
kissing him. He responded hungrily, shaking the drowsiness from your lips,
making you follow the pace of his conquering tongue. With his eyes closed, he
licked your neck, sliding upwards from your collarbone many times, then biting
down gently but convincingly enough to show you his intentions.
 
His teeth nibbled on your lower lip, the lids on his eyes heavy, his hands
fumbling across your curves. So unlike the usual alert, sharp and attentive
Jean. You made him drop his guard and that turned you on. Your hands reached
for his hips, tugging him towards you. You yearned to feel his rough hands on
you, devouring you as his fingers dug into your flesh.
 
“You are already ready to go?” Jean eyed you quizzically, then glanced over at
Marco and flashed him a wide grin. “Thanks for warming her up for me.”
 
Marco rolled his eyes and laid back as Jean knelt and spread his knees wide,
then pulled your loins closer to him, your legs resting on his shoulders. With
his hands on your hips he adjusted your positions and slid in, throbbing and
hot, a relief sweeping across his face.
 
“Mmmm this first feel…” he mumbled and started working his hips in and out. He
didn’t waste time when he saw you were already more than ready and quickened
the pace. You knew he liked it that way so you let your body reverberate with
his muscle power, sway and rock like a ship on a windy day. Your nails dug
themselves into knotted muscles of his thigh, making him gasp with pleasure.
 
Jean's mallet parted your soft flesh, relentlessly penetrating and withdrawing,
sending a rush of blood to your cheeks and a new wave of pleasure with each
thrust, making your breasts jiggle up and down. You could tell he was turned on
by your dancing nipples, as his gaze lingered on their sways and his cheeks
flushed brighter red. His fingers, wrapped around your calves, squeezed
tighter, pulling your legs closer to his chest, the brushing of his damp
tresses across your toes making you giggle and squirm.
 
He stilled abruptly, panting, embracing your thighs in an upside-down hug. “I’m
close.” he breathed out, not daring to move, a question in his eyes. You could
feel his pulsating erection inside, against your tender flesh, ready to burst.
 
You smiled at his sweat covered face from below, gyrating your hips playfully.
“It’s alright, go ahead, I am already done.”
 
From under his wet bangs Jean exchanged a glance with Marco and smirked again,
his grip on your calves tightening. “Somebody’s really been busy.” he remarked
and started thrusting his hips towards you again, hard, sliding effortlessly
into your warm heaven, climbing to his peak.
 
Marco’s fingers found yours amid fragrant hay leaves and interlocked with them
as Jean was nearing his climax. His ass pounded forwards like a hammer pounding
on a nail, relentless even as his body started to give in to the surge of
pleasure, the muscles going weak with orgasm that paralyzed them.
 
“Oh, fuck, I am already gaaaahhhhh…!”
 
Jean gasped and jerked above you with his mouth open and eyes closed, then
slumped down letting your legs fall to his sides. He licked his lips, wiped the
sweat off his face and ran fingers through his hair before opening his eyes
again.
 
“I needed that.” he smiled at you, the edge from his eyes and voice gone. He
slowly rubbed his palms across your moist belly, still inside you. “This makes
it worth putting up with all the crap the instructor is throwing at me.”
 
“Agreed.” Marco said from the other side, his fingers still solidly entwined
with yours. The two boys snickered knowingly in unison as Jean’s arms placed
you alongside Marco and embraced you tightly.
 
“Let’s take a breather.” Jean said pressing his lips to your forehead and Marco
concurred by sliding his body in snuggly to yours, untangling your hair and
patiently picking pieces of dried grass out. The raindrops outside whispered in
their lulling rhythm, the night’s cloak hiding you from unwanted eyes.
 
You hoped you would always stay like this; in between to bind, not separate
them.
 
 
You hoped having them on your sides would always make you feel safe, not torn.
 
 
 
You hoped you would never have to choose.
 
 
 
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