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By: Elf

Disclaimer I only own Forest and Quinn.  Everyone else is respective to their creators.

Author's Notes: Based on an RPG/Novel secnario.  Dn't ask, it's complicated.  Thanks Psi.



Warmth.  Two beating hearts, one in each ear.  Two sets of arms wrapped around her.  Soft breathing tickling her ear.  Hard breathing warming her throat.

“You and dhampires Forest, what’s up with that?”

Forest closed her eyes, perfectly still.  A trick that neither male despite their mixed blood could pull off.  They would breathe.  She had long lost the need to do so.  So she listened to their breath and felt it against her skin.

She was wedged between them, every inch of her skin being touched by warm male flesh.  However, they never touched each other.  She was the linking factor here and they were hers.

Rather, Quinn was hers.

He’d do whatever she said without a word of complaint.  He worshiped her like some pagan goddess of old.  He stood at her back like a good soldier.  Or rather, a good student.

D, on the other hand, was on equal footing with her.

He would gently argue with her, point things out that she wasn’t able to see.  He would hush her, even though gently, he would still do so.  She could tell D things that she would never utter to Quinn because Quinn wouldn’t believe it.

Quinn put her on a pedestal and thought she was unbeatable.

D saw her vulnerability and held her while she cried.

Quinn needed the illusion of the unbeatable assassin.  He needed to believe in Law Unto Herself.  He needed to know that she was untouchable and as deadly as she was beautiful.  He needed someone who would yank him from the edge when he went to far.

She needed Quinn to believe of her skills, to get back into the old roll after everything that had happened to her.  She needed Quinn as the unstable student that constantly needed watching.  She needed Quinn because he didn’t treat her like spun glass and could make her scream for hours on end while her body was taunt with pleasure.

D needed someone to understand him.  Understand his motives for what he did.  He needed someone to love him for him and not care about what he was.  He needed someone to give himself body, heart and soul to have someone reciprocate the feeling.

Forest needed D because he saw beneath the careful illusion of the unbeatable assassin.  Because they understood each other perfectly, light to darkness.  She needed him because he didn’t care about what she was nor did it the danger entice him as it did Quinn.  She could give herself to D body, mind, heart and soul without worrying about him crushing her.

If someone asked her about her feelings on the two, she would answer like this:

She loved Quinn.  She was in love with D.

There was a difference.

If Quinn died, she would hurt, yes, but if D died, then so would she.

She had accepted long ago that Quinn would die.  As did Quinn.  Quinn even believed that she would be the one to kill him if he went to far.  Which she would, but that was beyond the point.

Forest studied both of them.  So pale and perfect.  Despite being dead, her skin was slightly darker than either dhampires’.  They had no scars nor imperfections while she, ironically, had the bite mark on the left side of her throat from when she was turned.

D’s wavy black hair fell in a silken curtain around them.  He had stopped wearing the beads a while ago.  Forest didn’t know if she missed them or not.  It made it easier to play with his hair, which she loved to do.

He smiled at her, sweet and pure and rare as stardust.  

His sleepy pale blue eyes, the color of the morning sky, watched her as she watched him.  His smile widened as he reached up her side to brush her hair from her face.  His caress was gentle, feather light.  As if she was made of spun glass and he was afraid to break her.

Forest had never had sex nor never fucked D.  They had always made love.  Their joining went beyond the physical.  They trembled in perfect synch with each other, D always a bit unsure and shy at first while Forest coaxed his body into motion.  Each touch was soft, tender, and reverent.  As if they still couldn’t believe that they had found one and another.  Nothing was ever rushed.  Everything happened on its own.

She turned toward Quinn.

While D was elegant and beautiful, Quinn was wild and handsome.

His chocolate brown hair was as mussed as usual, sticking up in all directions and falling into his eyes.  Those dark blue eyes were the one thing that Quinn had D beat on in looks.  They were the color of the night sky, so dark a blue that they could look black.  Despite the Quinn’s long lashes, his eyes were always awake and alert.  And sometimes cold, angry and distant.

He held her tightly, afraid if he blinked she’d slip away.

On the other hand, Quinn had fucked her.  He brought out her dark side and smiled as he made her body tremble with need.  He liked to watch her when her eyes rolled back in her head as she screamed.  He used every part of himself to see her satisfied.  He knew where and how to touch and used his abilities to do so as if he was constantly showing off to D.  It was fast and frantic with everything carefully planned on Quinn’s part.  He knew things that D didn’t and used them to his advantage.

Forest still wasn’t sure how they all ended in bed together the first time.  It involved a spell she knew that much.  They were both careful at the time, knowing her sensitivity and making sure that they didn’t hurt her.  

It was also a bit of a learning experience and a loss of innocence for D as well.

And now here they were, a tangle of long limbs around her, holding her.

They even held her differently.

D held her gently and close to him.  Close so he could nuzzle her neck or smell her hair.  He would just hold her, never wanting to let her go.

Quinn held her tightly, as if he was afraid she was going to reject him and push him away.  He ended up resting his head on her shoulder as if he was a wayward child.  He held onto her as if she was the last secure thing on the planet.

In public Quinn would never touch her.  He’d watch her, but never touch. D on the other hand hugged her when she said something quirky.  He held her hand as they walked.  He would occasionally kiss her hand for no reason other than he wanted to.  He’d rest his hand on her shoulder or stroke her hair back.

Unlike Luna’s threesome, where Dougan and Sanzo were involved equally with each other, D and Quinn would never touch each other.  They’d talk to each other yes.  They even planned what they were going to do to her that night, but they never kissed, hugged, or touched.

She was always the focus.

Their hands and lips were always on her.

That was the agreement.  The agreement that no one spoke of, but all three of them knew.  Besides, D confessed that Forest was the first person he had actually been physically attracted to.  The idea of sexual contact confused and even frightened him until he met her.

And Quinn . . .

Well, Quinn couldn’t stand most males, much as less kiss one.

So, they lay in silence basking in the afterglow.  D was now stroking her hair and she sighed in contentment.  Quinn curled up to her and rested his head on her shoulder.  She stroked his hair reassuringly as D held her lovingly.

And they laid like that for quite some time.

End

Dhampire The male offspring of a human woman and a male vampire.  Usualy hunts other vampires in return.

Yes, and Forest is a vampire.
A vampire reflects upon her two lovers and how alike yet different they are.
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*swoooon*

You are indeed a master with words.