ALL FOR US || The Boondock Saints

T W E N T Y O N E

The trio quietly set up the fold out couch for Rocco once they had made it safely back to the apartment building. It was late at night, and their apartment was dimly lit by fairy lights and the light of the television. A mix of the news and infomercials were playing quietly on the background. As Victoria lay blankets and pillows out onto the makeshift bed, Murphy hovered closely around her, planting kisses on her lips, face, and neck whenever she stood still. She would gratefully return them, feeling overwhelmed by how relieved she was that they were all back home together. Connor remained close to her also, but didn't want to drown her in affection by adding to what his brother was doing. Murphy had always been the physically needier one of the two of them, and Connor knew he could be as close as he wanted to their girl once they were in bed.

Rocco had been extremely apologetic to Victoria and the brothers, having felt like he hadn't protected her like he'd promised. Connor and Murphy had continuously assured him that there was nothing he could've done, but this didn't seem to ease Rocco's mind.

Once the bed was made up, Rocco sat down on it and Victoria joined him. She placed a hand on his knee, and he looked over at her, giving her a weak smile.

"I wouldn't have gotten out of there if it wasn't for you, Roc." She said to him, Connor and Murphy standing nearby and watching. "I wouldn't have been able to pretend I was on a date." She added with a laugh.

Rocco chuckled and sighed. "I'm just glad we all got outta there."

"Us too, Roc." Connor agreed gently. "I'm sorry ye had to see all of that."

"Don't be. I'm here for whatever the Saints need, retired or not." He said, smiling genuinely at them all.

Shortly afterwards, the trio left Rocco to get into bed. They retreated into their bedroom, got changed in silence before climbing into bed together as usual. Murphy practically curled himself around Victoria, the two of them facing each other, and Connor wrapped his arm around her waist from behind. He pulled her against himself and buried his face in her neck, breathing in the smell of her hair.

Victoria placed her hand on Murphy's cheek, taking in his perfect appearance. He looked back at her, the intensity of his baby blue eyes making her heart skip a beat in her chest. She leaned forward and slowly kissed his lips, craving the taste of him. He eagerly kissed her back, shuffling himself closer to her and tightening his grip on her hips. She felt Connor began kissing and nipping at her neck, sending electricity down her entire body. She began to kiss Murphy more intensely, pushing her tongue into his mouth which caused him to let out an accidental, needy moan. She could feel Connor behind her, his hard cock pushed up against her ass and his kisses uncharacteristically desperate. She turned onto her back, put her hand on back of his head and brought her lips to his, while Murphy moved his lips to her neck and collarbone.

Connor's kisses were always passionate, but this felt different to Victoria. He had watched her nearly die tonight and he wasn't quite able to process how he felt about it. All he knew was that it had scared him nearly to death.

The three of them lay in bed together, a tangle of limbs, the brothers taking turns to kiss their girl. They were flustered and turned on, but didn't take it any further. Instead, they eventually succumbed to their exhaustion and feel asleep.

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The next morning, Victoria woke up in the middle of the bed on her own. Glancing through the small opening in the blinds, she could see it was late morning or possibility the afternoon, so she wasn't too surprised the brothers were already up. Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, she could hear the two of them in the next room speaking in what she recognized as Gaelic, their voices hushed. She slowly got out of bed, wearing one of Connor's t-shirts, and quietly walked out to the kitchen area. Both boys wore only sweatpants, Connor leaning against the kitchen counter with a mug in his hand, and Murphy sitting on one of the kitchen stools, his dark hair a scruffy mess.