Roarke leaned in slightly, his tone even but sincere. "Because we've been seeing you silently suffer through the loss of Amaryllis Coltraine. Everytime I've been seeing you, whether it's through us casually living, or if we're having parties and you play your saxophone, there's been a melancholic longing coming from you playing it. I see you suffering and think of how I could potentially suffer if I lost my Eve."
Morris shifted uncomfortably in his chair, the weight of Roarke's words pressing down on him like a physical force. The thought of being included in such an intimate aspect of Eve and Roarke's relationship was overwhelming, yet there was a part of him that felt a sense of belonging that he hadn't realized he'd been missing.
He still loved and missed Amaryllis, he always would cherish the times he spent with her. He even missed their own form of intimacy that they had in their sexual relationship and how it was actually better than when he had been with Eve all those years ago. Perhaps Eve offering him a stepping stone in wanting to give love another chance would be a way of potentially finding someone new in his life.
Without a word, Morris rose from his chair and walked over to Eve's chair, gently lifted her up and gave her a soft but passionate kiss. The kiss was both familiar and new to Eve. Familiar because she had experienced it before during her affair with Morris, and yet new because it was now shared between the three of them.
Roarke watched on, a small smile forming on his lips as he witnessed the spark between his wife and their friend. He had always known that Morris still had some lingering feelings for Eve, but it wasn't until now that he truly saw the depth of those emotions.
As their kiss deepened, Roarke slowly approached them and gently placed a hand on each of their backs. Instantly, Morris pulled away from Eve, sensing Roarke's presence.
But instead of showing any sign of jealousy or anger, Roarke simply leaned in and captured Morris' lips in a kiss as well. For a moment, all three of them were lost in the passionate embrace, allowing themselves to explore this new dynamic between them.
When they finally broke apart, Eve couldn't help but laugh at the situation they found themselves in. "Well, this is certainly new territory for us," she said with a smile.
Morris chuckled nervously, still trying to process everything that was happening. "Yeah...I never thought I'd be sharing a kiss with you two together."
Roarke had to give out a chuckle of his own. "Before tonight, the thought of Eve kissing another man would've put me in a rage. But seeing you kiss my wife like that made me think of a different way to work that part out."
Eve looked between the two men, her heart swelling with an emotion she couldn't quite name. It was a mix of gratitude, love, and an exhilarating fear of the unknown. "I guess it's about trust," she mused aloud, her detective's mind always analyzing. "And maybe it's also about healing, about moving forward together in ways we might not have imagined before."
Morris nodded, his expression sobering as he took in the words. "Trust is right," he agreed quietly. "It's not just about physical closeness; it's about letting go of the past and trusting each other with our vulnerabilities."
Roarke's gaze softened as he looked at Eve and then at Morris. "Vulnerabilities," he echoed thoughtfully. He knew better than anyone how protective Eve was of her own scars and shadows. Opening up this new dimension in their relationship wasn't just about exploration; it was also about reinforcing their bonds, testing the strength of their trust in each other.
The room fell into a comfortable silence, each person lost in their thoughts until Eve finally broke it. "You know, men, it'd be a waste to not let this evening go any further than it already has."
Before making her exit from the dining room, she paused to slowly turn her head and lock eyes with her husband and their newfound mutual lover. A sly smile crept across her lips as she spoke in a low, seductive voice. "Meet me in the Holo room in 15 minutes," she purred, "I have a special surprise in store for both of you." Her gaze held a promise of something dark and thrilling, leaving them both eager and anxious for what was to come.
ooooOOOOoooo
April of 2061 had brought out a mild spring warmth in New York, but when Roarke and Morris went to the Holo room, 15 minutes on the dot, the first thing they felt was the room temperature making it feel like mid-July. The room was designed to look like an old, abandoned warehouse building covered by brick walls, and had a large rectangular window that viewed an unknown cityscape. The two men also glimpsed at a bare covered oversized mattress that laid on the hardwood floor.
Eve stood by the large window, the late afternoon sun bathing her naked body in a warm, golden glow. Her only adornments were a pair of thigh-high boots and shoulder-length gloves, giving her an alluring and provocative appearance. Before her two lovers entered, she activated the Holo room's advanced technology, making it rain inside the room. The sound of raindrops hitting the simulated brick walls and wooden floor added an intimate, atmospheric touch to the already charged environment.
A light mist began to fill the room, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. The cool sensation of the holographic raindrops on their skin heightened their awareness of each other, intensifying the anticipation that hung heavily in the air.
Seeing Roarke and Li enter, she moved towards the simulated brick wall, relishing the cool, gritty sensation against her exposed back. The contrast of textures--the rough brick against her smooth skin--sent a shiver down her spine, adding to the electric energy coursing through her body.
Turning to face her two lovers, Eve gazed at them with a smoldering expression, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. The rain slicked Holo room accentuated the raw sensuality of the scene, as if they were actors in a provocative film noir. The moisture in the air seemed to amplify their heavy breathing, each exhale a testament to the mounting tension.
Her posture and demeanor exuded a raw, carnal hunger that spoke volumes about the cravings she harbored, hinting at the sexual exploration she yearned for. The rain poured down harder, echoing the intensity of their emotions.
The air in the room seemed to pulse with electricity, the tension building as she beckoned them with a crooked finger. "You boys take off your shirts and have a piece of this dessert."
Roarke and Morris exchanged a brief, charged glance before complying, their movements deliberate as they shed their shirts, revealing the contrast between Roarke's lean, sculpted torso and Morris's broader, equally defined physique. The room's artificial light played over their skin, casting shadows that emphasized muscle and sinew.
As they approached, Eve's lips curved into a more pronounced smile, her eyes gleaming with an almost predatory anticipation. She turned slightly, allowing the soft, golden light to skim across her profile, highlighting the sharpness of her cheekbones and the smooth line of her neck. The hot atmosphere in the Holo room thickened with each step they took toward her, charged with a raw intensity that was palpable.
Roarke reached her first, his hand tracing a path along the curve of her spine down to her hips, pulling her gently against him. His lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear, eliciting a soft sigh from Eve. Morris, standing slightly behind them now, watched the exchange with a complex emotion flickering in his eyes--desire mixed with a hint of reverence.
Finally stepping forward, Morris placed his hands on Eve's shoulders, his touch tentative at first but growing more confident as she leaned back into him. His fingers explored the contours of her arms before circling around to join Roarke's at her waist.
"You know, Roarke," Eve whispered seductively, the sound of the simulated rain in the Holo room punctuating her words. "It was very hot seeing you kiss Morris earlier. I think it'd be even hotter if you two kiss again while I jerk and suck on both your cocks in this intoxicating atmosphere."
Roarke's eyes darkened with a mix of challenge and arousal at Eve's provocative suggestion. He turned his head, catching Morris's gaze, which held an unspoken question. The rain continued to fall around them, adding an extra layer of sensuality to the already charged moment. The air around them vibrated with electric anticipation, each breath they took seemed to draw them deeper into the vortex of their shared desire.
Morris, who had always found his attraction to both Roarke and Eve something of a complex puzzle, now felt it lock into place with startling clarity as the rain drenched their bodies. The raw openness of the moment stripped away any remaining hesitations, leaving only the primal urge to merge physically and emotionally.
Without another word, Roarke leaned in to capture Morris's lips with his own, the kiss deep and exploratory. Eve watched, a sultry smile playing on her lips as she slowly slid down to her knees in the rain, her hands reaching out to trace the waistbands of their soaked jeans.
The sounds in the room melted into a symphony of sighs and murmurs--the soft rustle of wet fabric, the slick noise of kisses, and the increasingly labored breathing that filled the space. Eve unbuttoned and unzipped their jeans with deliberate slowness, her movements teasingly torturous.
