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[notfaking_it]

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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[dreambigger]

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."

[wishesandsmoke]

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.

[notfaking_it]

"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.

[dreambigger]

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.

[wishesandsmoke]

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.