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[It's been a long day, exhausting in its own way, but it's a good kind of exhaustion that Steve hasn't had nearly enough of in his life. He's a married man now, just the three of them venturing to an island that means more to Steve now than ever. He's embracing a life that he never thought he could have, but the drabwurld ultimately gives as much to Steve as it takes, just one of the reasons he's determined to defend it.

They didn't rush right back. This isn't a traditional arrangement, but Steve's still a little bit of a romantic. He wanted to take a long walk with them once it was official, enjoy the view from the flying island, dance together (he still think he's terrible at it.) But they're finally back at the chateau, and Steve picks Ariadne up and looks half-tempted to throw Bucky over his shoulder too. He could do it. But he just takes his hand instead.

Some would say that he waited too long, but it wasn't because of any naivety. He knows what happens on a wedding night. Hell, thanks to the Howling Commandos, Steve's heard his share of stories about things that happen on any given night. Their situation is...well it's a little bit different, but he trusts them, he loves them, so how could this be anything but perfect.

The room is dark when he slides into bed with them, his skin still damp from a quick dip in the tub. The whole time he just wanted to get back to them, and now he's here, wearing nothing but the ring on his finger and Bucky's tags around his neck.]

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[He never thought this was really possible for him. Maybe before the war, in that hazy past he can never fully remember, he might have dreamed of getting married, but after Hydra, he thought he was too much of a monster to ever understand love again.

But here he is, with two people who love him enough to take him and accept him forever, with all his cracks and flaws and monstrosities. They're taking him as he is, and Bucky's left overwhelmed, speechless. He doesn't know what to do or say in the face of all this love.

It's his. They're his. And as he lays next to Ariadne, running his right hand up and down her arm just to feel her soft skin, watches Steve slide into bed with them, he wonders, not for the first time, if maybe he's dreaming.

If he is, he never wants to wake up.]

[ As much as she wanted this, still wants this, Ariadne can't deny that she's glad to be off that island. Two branches of the Sisterhood gave their lives for a hunk of rock that barely had anyone still living on it, and she would be lying if she said she weren't pissed about it.

But they're married, they're home, and she never has to go back. If she has it her way, she never will.

Thoughts of the island have been slipping away since they've been home, in her laughter as Steve had picked her up, in the feeling of Bucky's hand on her arm. The weight of a ring on her finger is new; she'd nearly gotten it stuck in her hair when she'd taken it down. It's wavy from being pinned, down around her bare shoulders; her dress and the rest have all been put away. She's pleased to note, as Steve slides into bed with them, that he'd had the same thought.

For all that she's taken to magic, Ariadne hasn't remained unscathed by her time in the Drabwurld. The mark of the sylphs is gone and the white serpent of the Midnight Court is only visible under moonlight, but there are scars: most especially the prominent plus-shaped scar on the back of her upper thigh, the faded "S" on her back, the small slash on the back of one knee -- marks for only a few to know, to help distinguish her from any imposters. She doesn't think about them consciously, doesn't feel them, doesn't know how they look to the eyes of the two people she cares about most in this world.

What she knows is that she loves them, and she shifts to nuzzle against Bucky's cheek and press a kiss there before moving to give Steve his own kiss, a welcome to a bed she's long wanted to share with all three of them in whatever way possible. ]

[Two branches of the Sisterhood and two Seelie. It took Steve time to make his peace with the outcome, which he quietly did, not wanting to bleed on anyone else the way he had on Bucky when it first happened.

This isn't his reward for that, nor for dying, but at the end of the day he can come home and have this, have them. Steve crawls up the bed between them, dropping kisses against their skin as he goes. He pauses to press his lips against her thigh for a little longer, while his other arm reaches around Bucky's hips to keep them all cozy and close.

Their lips are waiting to greet him, and Steve kisses them each long and leisurely, getting a feel for what they want. That's what he wants too, whatever it happens to be. Steve leans back enough to just look at them, admire and worship with his eyes. Ariadne's so small, soft and curvy. He remembers being so afraid that he might break her, but she's proven again and again just how strong she really is, in all sorts of ways. Bucky, Bucky looks like he could break him, perfectly defined muscles, strength and a hint of aggression that he just barely holds back sometimes. He likes both, both make his breath catch. More importantly, he loves the souls inside each of them.]

I feel like I should've paid a little more attention in Caer Scima's orgy room.

[Steve laughs, and it's a little breathless and bashful. He shifts positions, moving on the other side of Ari, putting her between them. Steve slides his hand along her body, kissing her neck as he coaxes Bucky in, kissing him over her shoulder.]

[He's a little nervous now. He loves them, and he wants this, but of all of them he probably knows the least about these kinds of physical affection. But he lets Steve pull him in, kisses him back, drapes his arm across them both.]

Bet you know more what to do than me.

[ Her kiss is heated, but like slowly burning embers. She wants this, wants them, but she's willing to take her time. She loves them and she wants to explore this, and knowing she'll have more chances doesn't make this one any less special.

There's a pleased sound as she's put between them, and while Steve kisses Bucky over her shoulder, Ariadne runs her fingers over both of their chests. ]

I wouldn't want you mimicking something you saw just because you think it's how it should go. Either of you.

[ She twists between them, pressing back against Steve while pressing her own kisses to Bucky's chest, smoothing her hand down his side. ]

Just- do what feels good. Some of it is instinct. And the rest we'll figure out together, okay?

[She gives good advice, but she plays dirty. Steve makes a deep, quiet sound when she presses back against him. He presses his lips against the back of her head, eyes closing as he breathes in the scent of her. He slides his hand between the two of them, cupping her breast, feeling the softness of it and the way her nipple responds to the brush of his thumb.

Steve continues on down her stomach, switches to touch Bucky's, the definition there, from one extreme to the other.]

Speaking of mimicking. [He smiles at Bucky.] Why don't you show me a little of what you two have done in this bed? And I'll show you how to do it better.

[Oh god Steve, this is not the time to prove something.

But it could be fun anyway.]

[His eyes slide shut at the feeling of Ariadne's kisses and Steve's hands, and it's just... more than he ever thought he'd be able to have. He never even imagined he this was possible.

Ariadne's words are encouraging, and Steve's words are a challenge.

Though Bucky suddenly realizes that Steve doesn't know that he and Ariadne haven't had... traditional sex. Bucky's not entirely certain he's capable of it.

But that's not what Steve asked, and Bucky doesn't really need to explain all that right now... right?

So instead he just leans in to kiss Ariadne sweetly, and murmurs against her mouth as he plays his fingers across Steve's side.]

What do you think? Should we show him?

[ If Bucky doesn't want to explain now, Ariadne isn't going to make him. For all she knows, they've already had their own time in bed without her. Instead she smiles against his lips, her hand continuing the work that Steve's started against her own breast. ]

I think so.

[ This time instead of simply pressing back against Steve, she wriggles; not quite a grind, but enough for some level of friction.

She kisses Bucky again, sliding her hands up into his hair before shifting. As long as he shifts with her, she should end up beneath him so that he can move down between her legs. ]

He's going to give you a run for your money, Steve.

I ain't scared of him.

[There's a voice he hasn't heard in awhile, that cocky punk from Brooklyn, though he's smiling at Bucky. Steve groans when she wiggles against him, grips her hips gently and presses himself close enough that she can feel the growing length of his cock against the back of her thigh. But he lets her go to move, eyes torn between the sight of her body and watching Bucky to see what he'll do next.]

Give her all you've got, hot shot.

[Bucky moves with her, glancing back at Steve with a small smile before turning all his attention to Ariadne. He kisses her lips, then starts to slowly kiss down her neck, his hands playing along her sides and sliding up to gently fondle her breasts. He keeps moving further down, kissing the whole way, taking his time, lavishing her skin with kisses, with little bites and licks.]

[ Feeling Steve getting hard does, admittedly, make it a shame to move. But Bucky has a fantastic mouth, and this is far from the last time she'll get to feel Steve harden up against her. Ariadne intends on spending as much time as she can with the two of them before the upcoming battle, just in case one of those times is the last -- but it won't be tonight.

Ariadne slides her hands through Bucky's hair, over his back and his shoulders and both arms, wherever she can reach as he kisses and touches her. Little squirms indicate spots more sensitive than others, as does her quiet mutter. ]

Tease. Keep going...

[ But it's not like he's the only one. Even while trying to press herself further against Bucky's mouth, Ariadne glances at Steve and adds: ]

Going to touch yourself while you watch?

[His breath catches gently. He sees where this is going, and he can't decide which is the more erotic sight: all of Ariadne on display, such soft, beautiful skin, or the sight of Bucky kissing down her body.]

Is that a challenge? Or do you think I just won't be able to help myself.

[And maybe she's not wrong there. Steve's eyes glimmer mischievously before he captures her hand, pressing a kiss against the back of it.]

What if you touched me while I watched?

[He lets the two of them banter without getting distracted by it. He keeps kissing down Ariadne's body until he reaches her waist, then hips, easing her legs apart and tucking his arms underneath her to hold her up just enough to get a good angle with his mouth as he bites at her inner thigh and moves in to lick up her vulva.]

Both?

[ But then Bucky's lifting her and she groans a little, both at the effortless display of strength and because she knows what's about to happen. Her groan only increases in volume when he bites her, her new grip on Steve's hand tightening as he starts to lick. ]

We'll see if I can- ah, concentrate.

[ Her other hand strokes through Bucky's hair while the one with Steve shifts to try and wrap around his cock. ]

[For a second he's just a spectator, caught up in watching the two of them. Bucky's good at this, and it makes Steve feel warm - warmer all over. Steve's eyes travel seamlessly over both of them, along the shape of her leg and down the curve of his back.

Steve takes her hand, guiding it over his cock. His body's never demanded attention before, not like this. But he's not sure he could just watch after all, he doesn't think he could take it.

He inches closer, one hand covering hers, guiding it up and down his length while his other slides along Bucky's hair.]

[Bucky buries himself in Ariadne, sucking and licking gently, building as he goes, watching her reactions so he knows when to pull back and when to get more intense. He glances over at Steve a couple of times, and even winks once when he catches his eye, knowing full well they're putting on a show.]

[ Bucky may be putting on a show, at least; Ariadne's caught up in it all, in having both of them finally with her like this, contact and skin. Steve is directing her hand and Bucky is holding her against the mattress and there's a potential there past what they're doing, the two of them keeping her secure, safe (and holding her down so that she can't move and they can do whatever they'd like to her, but maybe that's something to bring up later).

Her fingers flex in Bucky's hair, little whines increasing in volume and frequency; he should know exactly what that means, and she comes with both her hands tightening and a moan. ]

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