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eames,
eden

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It's not late, but they've been out all evening, another club, another dance floor. Lily's had a few drinks, but she's kept herself on a self-imposed limit for Eden's sake and now that they're walking back to Lily's place, she has her arm tucked through Eden's. It's cool outside and her dress is short, but she's warm enough pressed against Eden, that little bit of alcohol working through her as they walk.

When she spots Eames ahead of them, not far from her place, she squeezes Eden's arm lightly and then leads her through the small crowd of people who are between them. For all she knows, Eden and Eames already know each other, but if they don't, Lily thinks it's high time they meet.

They reach Eames within a few moments and Lily slips her free arm through his, leaning against him. "Hey," she says, her voice warm as she looks up at him. Positioned between the two of them like this, she thinks this is a nice place to be. "Have you met Eden?"

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It's been a long time since Eden was the kind of girl to be unaccustomed to speaking up. The time of going unnoticed is long past. Still, to have both of them paying such attention to her is startling, coaxing some deeper sense of need out of her. Arching up into Eames' kiss makes it that much easier to help slide her dress lower, though it means that, for a few moments, she can't touch Lily. There will be time enough later, though, for that and more.

Lily shifts, moving aside to let them kiss, her hands working Eden's dress down and off, discarding it on the floor. Her lower lip is pulled between her teeth, caught in a smile as she watches them, enjoying the sight, but knowing it would never be enough for her to just watch. She wants to touch and be involved and so she slides both hands around Eames, taking up with the buttons where he left off, pushing them through one by one until she can tug his shirt off his shoulders. She ducks her head, pressing her mouth to his shoulder, her teeth scraping lightly at his skin as she watches Eden from her position.

At the graze of Lily's teeth, Eames muffles a sound against Eden's mouth, hand smoothing over skin left exposed, the soft curve of her waist down to her hip. When he lets go, it's only to tug his shirt off completely, slipping his arms free of it so he can toss it down to the floor. "That's a little more like it," he murmurs, voice low, as he kisses down Eden's jaw to her throat, drawing back so he can shift and reach for Lily, hand sliding into her hair. "Come here, love."

It's not enough, not nearly, but then, she'll just have to be patient, Eden knows. Pushing up to sit, she moves toward Lily, too, leaning forward to kiss her shoulder. Moving with all three of them on the bed without knocking into anyone isn't easy, but she ducks her head to find the curve of Lily's neck, avoiding Eames' arm. Her hand lingers at Lily's side for a moment before she reaches for Eames instead, lighting on his leg. He's still a bit too dressed, but when Eden's still just trying to figure out where they all fit in this, evening the playing field will have to wait a moment.

A smile curves her lips at Eames' voice and Lily shifts toward him, toward both of them, enjoying the feeling of his hand in her hair, of Eden's lips against her skin. It's selfish, but there's a moment when she thinks she could enjoy this, could just lie back and soak up all the attention they're willing to give her and for just a moment, she lets herself. The two of them touching her is the only thing she focuses on, her eyes closed, before her hand smooths over Eden's back, fingers unhooking the clasp of her bra easily.

It isn't easy to maneuver, in large part because they're both so lovely and he's eager to touch, to kiss, them both, but Eames manages, leaning in to kiss Lily, hand resting over Eden's on his leg. He'll have to get out of the rest of his clothes soon, he knows, when their state of undress already serving to start getting him hard, but for the time being, he's too distracted for that. Doing so would require pulling away too much, and it isn't as if he can't wait a few moments longer. Drawing this part out just makes what's to come all the more appealing, anyway.

Lily always makes it seem so easy, Eden's bra unhooking like it's nothing at all, and she slips free of the garment quickly, letting it fall to the floor. In those few moments while she's undressing, pulled away from both of them, she catches herself just watching instead. He's broad and she's lithe, and rather than contrasting, it seems to Eden that they go precisely hand in hand. There's still room for her, though, and she insinuates herself closer against them, hands sliding in between to work on unfastening his pants as she kisses his neck.

For a moment, she's aware that Eden's not gone, exactly, but not pressed against them anymore either. It sends a shiver through her, a thrill at the idea of Eden watching them and a soft moan escapes against Eames' mouth, her body arching up against him before she feels Eden joining them again. Her hand slides between their bodies and when Lily presses up, she can feel Eden's fingers and knows she's undoing Eames' pants. Lily's hand reaches out, her arm wrapping around Eden, fingers sliding into her hair before she turns slightly, pressing another kiss against his mouth before she turns to look at Eden with a grin.

At this point, Eames can't say it's entirely unexpected, but he likes it anyway, his mouth curving into a smile against Lily's as Eden unfastens his pants. Though this isn't even the first time he's wound up in a situation like this, it never fails to amaze him anyway, how it's never as complicated as it seems like it ought to be, bodies twining together in ways that are just natural, picking up on each other's cues. Or maybe it's that he and Lily have so much experience, as he can guess she and Eden do, too. Either way, he enjoys that almost as much as what they're all doing itself, turning his head to kiss Eden once Lily's drawn back.

It doesn't take long for Eden to finish what she's doing, and once she has a hand free, she's determined to put it to good use. That doesn't mean, though, that she has any intention of breaking away from the kiss with Eames. He's good at this -- at more than kissing, she's sure, if Lily keeps him around -- and having Lily watch is a turn on in its own right. She isn't about to leave Lily out of this, though, reaching out to run her hand over Lily's skin until she can cup her breast, thumb teasing her nipple.

Watching them is more than enough to send a spark through Lily, pleasure snaking through her at the sight of them kissing. Eden's hand on her breast pulls a soft moan from her as her own hand slides down Eden's back, moving over her smooth skin. For the moment, she's happy to watch, but she's impatient, too. She wants to be able to undress Eames completely, wants to feel both of them laid completely bare and her fingers twitch against Eden's back before she shifts toward them both, the fingers of her free hand hooking into the waist of Eames' pants and tugging them down his hips.

It isn't exactly an easy feat, trying to let Lily continue undressing him as he kisses Eden, but Eames manages as best he can, shifting to try to make it easier for her to tug his pants down. He'd do it himself, but right now, he's preoccupied, resting a hand on the curve of Eden's waist, inching higher over her ribs, the other trailing lightly up Lily's arm towards her shoulder. For a moment, it occurs to him that he's got to be lucky to be here, the two of them both so beautiful. He doesn't believe in that sort of luck, though; he prefers to make his own, and that's just as applicable here as at any roulette table.

Eden starts to lose track, or stops paying attention, to who's doing what, absorbed in the sensation of skin brushing hers, limbs nudging against her. She slides her hand higher to the back of Lily's neck, drawing her closer so that, as she breaks away from Eames, she can kiss her instead. Instead of trying to divide her attention, she changes it, focuses, getting lost in the kiss, her hands moving over Lily's soft skin to find her breasts again, and when she breaks away, it's to kiss her neck. She's not much use now for helping undress Eames, but the other two can manage it.

Lily hums softly against Eden's mouth, knowing how lucky she is in this moment, to have the two of them here with her. Eden is warm against her and her hand slides higher, over the span of her ribs, up to cup one breast. She's only slightly distracted, undressing Eames as much as she can while refusing to break her kiss at the same time. With Eden's lips against her neck instead, she grins a little, catching Eames' gaze, pressing the palm of her hand against him at the same time.

Watching the pair of them as he does what he can to get himself out of these clothes without having to pull away at all, Eames groans at the press of Lily's hand, the combination of the two striking enough to leave him momentarily breathless. It shouldn't even be all surprising when he knows her and what she's like, but any contact at all is something to be appreciated right now, when there's no way not to be turned on by this. It's just not nearly enough. Finally managing to kick his pants aside, he curls his hand lightly around Lily's wrist. "That's a start, darling."

Eden huffs out a laugh, drawing back from Lily enough to glance over at him. "We aren't leaving you out, are we?" she asks, teasing. "That won't do." As much as she enjoys the attention from Lily, this is about all of them, and she isn't given to being selfish in bed. That extends to having another person there with them. She shifts the way she sits so she doesn't have to pull away, but makes room for Lily to get closer to Eames, even as she continues kissing on down to her collarbone.

"Won't do at all," Lily murmurs with a grin, her head tipped to the side, hair spilling over one shoulder as her eyes close briefly at the feel of Eden's mouth on her skin. But even as she finds herself distracted, getting lost in the sensation, she's wrapping her fingers around Eames, his skin warm in the palm of her hand. Her other hand is still on Eden and her fingers spread over her breast, then focus on her nipple, pinching gently even as her grin grows, torn between the two very different feelings of the two people who are here with her.

A groan catching in the back of his throat, Eames doesn't even bother trying not to press up into Lily's hand, the contact serving only to make him want more. Not enough to rush through this, not nearly, but he'd have to be mad not to want to keep this going at a time like this. "Well, now, you aren't," he says, more teasing than not (he's not so self-serving that he'd expect all the attention at a time like this, and, honestly, he thinks it would be very nearly as enjoyable to watch the two of them, though participating always, always wins out). A hand sliding up Lily's waist, he cups her breast, fingers pressing gently into her skin.

Eden's breath catching in her throat, she smiles against Lily's skin, kissing her way down to her breast. When she's gotten to know Lily as well as she has, it's tempting to keep focusing on her, to do what she knows works, but the unknown is part of what makes Eames so interesting. Still, Lily has him well in hand. Tongue laving over her nipple, Eden slides her hand lower to slide up the inside of Lily's thigh, tracing idly higher.

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