Entangled

Chapter 4

The night has taken on a strange energy and it takes Sasha a while to figure out what's different. We should all be in bed by now, she realizes. In bed, but not sleeping, or perhaps one of them would be dozing while the other two were enjoying each other. Instead they're all clustered in the sitting room, the television volume down low in case Becky gets a call, and the pregnancy tests are fanned out on the coffee table. "I got you a few," Sasha explains, feeling the need to fill the near silence. "Just brands I recognized. I figured it wouldn't hurt to do a couple."

Becky takes one out of its box and starts opening the instructions, and Sasha can tell just by looking at the paper that it will be impossible to fold back into shape neatly. "I don't know if I've ever done a digital one before," Becky muses, looking at the sleek stick. "Looks rather like a thermometer, doesn't it? That could be... awkward."

Not as awkward as this, Sasha thinks, curling up on Seth's other side, hand high enough on his thigh to be obvious but not quite in handjob territory. Normally Becky would have her legs stretched over his lap, but she's sitting up almost perfectly straight, as if she's worried poor posture will hurt the baby. "There's the old style ones too, if you don't like that one." Glancing at Becky's phone, Sasha feels a pang of guilt as she kisses Seth's neck. I could be making calls, getting in touch with people.... She's too wound up, though, too likely to start swearing at anyone who tells her off for calling so late or who would dare to deny her help for her friend.

When Seth glances over at her, she can see the combination of desire and discomfort in his eyes. They both want to be there to support Becky, but until they get some answers, there's not much they can do other than look things up online—which was never wise for werewolf matters—and talk about options, and Becky doesn't seem interested in doing either. "It's... almost morning," Seth said, gesturing at the wall clock. "Could you do the tests now?"

Becky shakes her head. "Better to wait. The hormone the test reads builds up overnight or something. And apparently drinking a lot can be a bad thing," she adds, looking at the array of drinks Sasha had picked up for her. "Sorry. I should have read up on that before you left."

Sasha shakes her head. They're all out of their element, and she wishes they could confide in one of their friends who has children so they could get some better advice. "Don't worry about it. We can save them for the drive tomorrow."

When Becky's phone dings, they all startle a bit. "Just my ma," she says, voice catching slightly as she reads the message. Then she reaches for the remote and turns off the television; none of them are really watching it anyway. "If you two want to go to bed," she says softly, "go ahead. I'm not tired yet, and with the time difference, I might start getting some replies from my cousins, so I'll stay out here...."

The muscles in Seth's arm twitch and Sasha can tell he's as torn as she is: they both want to keep Becky company, but the limbo of waiting for replies is draining. Seth will never be the one to make the first move, though, so Sasha stands and tugs on his hand. "You're sure, Becks?"

Becky nods absently, barely glancing up from her screen. "Go ahead. I'll be fine. And don't worry about making too much noise. They'll probably text anyway."

"Okay. Come in whenever you like." Sasha leans down to kiss Becky and then tugs on Seth's hand again. "Come on. Let's give Becky some peace."

Seth follows, but not without glancing back at Becky. "Are you sure we should—?" His question is cut off by the bedroom door closing behind him.

"We're not doing her any good out there," Sasha assures him, wrapping her arms around his waist and tilting her head back so she can meet his gaze. "And I think she wants some time to herself so she can process all this. It's big for us, but imagine what it's like for her." Sasha pauses for a moment and does just that, pondering what her life would be like if she suddenly learned she was pregnant. Threesome aside, it would be a blessing, but it would definitely make her life plans take a huge detour. Becky's already lost so many years of wrestling due to an injury; Sasha knows children were always something Becky hoped for, but she doubts it was this soon.

"I know, but—" He takes a sharp breath when Sasha slides a hand into his shorts and wraps her fingers around his cock.

"I'm worried," Sasha says, walking backwards to the bed and drawing Seth along with her. Once she reaches the foot of the bed, she sits on the edge and uses her free hand to push up Seth's shirt. "You're worried. And Becky's worrying enough on her own, but our worrying is just making hers worse." She starts kissing a trail up from his navel, revelling in the way his breath catches when her tongue traces his abs. "So if we're too busy to worry," she adds, murmuring the words against his skin, "then we won't be worrying as much, so she won't have as much negative energy. Right?"

"That... sounds a lot like math." When Sasha tugs on his shorts, Seth does his best to step out of them without jarring her grip on his cock. He tugs his shirt over his head and lets it fall to the floor as well, staring down at her with dark, dazed eyes.

Sasha glances quickly at the head of the bed. When they got back from the store, she made sure to set their condoms out within easy reach—and quickly realized they should have bought more while they were out. She also stripped down to panties and a crop top, hoping to entice one or both of her lovers to take the rest of the night off from worrying. Now she peels off the shirt and tosses it aside, leaning back on her elbows. "The only math I'm interested in right now is how long we can make those condoms last," she replies, running a foot up Seth's thigh. "Because neither of us thought to get more." When Seth glances at the closed bedroom door, she smiles and sits up, reaching for his cock again. "Becky said not to worry about the noise," she reminds him. "If she needs quiet, she'll let us know."

Seth blinks in surprise when she leans forward but her mouth brushes his hip, not his cock. When her fingers wrap around him, he shudders. "Are... are you sure?"

When Sasha meets his gaze, she sees something she doesn't expect: doubt. It's what gives his eyes a somewhat glassy sheen, but she can tell roots of the insidious feeling go far deeper. He blames himself, she thinks in amazement. Whether he thinks he should have had more condoms when he was with Becky or insisted on using them every single time, on some level Seth feels like this is his fault. Becky would have spoken up if she wasn't comfortable and Sasha knows that—and Seth knew that once upon a time as well. Now that the possible consequences are looking more like an actuality, he's doubting everything: his decisions, his control, his place in the pack. "I'm very sure," Sasha says firmly, scooting back and grabbing a condom. By the time she's kneeling on the foot of the bed, she's already tossed the wrapper to the floor and is reaching for his cock again. She waits until he's met her gaze to add, "I trust you."

It's only a fraction of what he needs to hear right now, and she knows that he needs to hear it from Becky most of all. But even her admission has an effect, relaxing his shoulders as he lets out a long breath. Sasha is certain Becky doesn't blame Seth for anything, that all of this doubt is in Seth's head, but she is all too aware that knowing something and accepting it are two very different states of mind, and Seth clearly needs a nudge in the right direction. She takes her time rolling the condom on, kissing her way up his chest until she can feel his heartbeat right under her lips. "Sasha...." Her name shakes its way out of his mouth when he bends to kiss her head. "I don't know how good my control will be...."

Sasha holds his face in both hands and kisses him slowly. "I trust you." She makes sure she says it clearly, confidently, so he knows she has no doubt. Then she sits back, raising up just enough to slip her panties off, holding his gaze all the while. "I trust you," she repeats, reaching for his hand and drawing him down to her. Maybe she can't do anything to help Becky right now, but she can at least assuage some of Seth's fears tonight.