The Succubus and her two Mates

11| A New Day

Ronnie woke first. They had shifted in the night and she was now spooning Brand with Brock spooning her. It felt so good to be wedged between their bodies. She could feel Brock's morning firmness against her. She was tempted to reach forward to feel Brand too. Realising she was working herself up she tried to untangle herself without waking them. They might be physical again but she was hesitant - she didn't want to play with their feelings. She knew the consequences of doing that again - whether she had meant to or not. They were both delicious though...

She expertly wiggled out holding her breath to see if either man woke up. She smiled when Brock, still asleep, just snuggled up to Brand in her absence. Something had definitely changed in the time she had been away from them. It felt good.

Now, in the cold light of day she took in what her apartment looked like. She crossed her arms while standing in her living room/kitchen/dining room. A feeling of embarrassment came over her. It was very basic and while it was clean it was very run down. The furniture that came with it was old and sad. She could only imagine what Brock and Brand were used to. That hotel room they had would be insanely expensive.

She chucked some jeans on, leaving her sleeping shirt on, and slid on some sneakers. First she cleaned up, then she headed down the street to get some coffee and breakfast. She felt a rush of nervous excitement run through her. She liked the idea of bringing the food back and the three of them spending the morning together.

She couldn't keep the silly grin off her face, greeting everyone she saw on the street - not caring if they returned the salutations.

~*~

Brand woke up in Brock's arms. He twisted around to look at him, Brock waking with the motion.

"Good morning," Brock yawned out.

"Morning," Brand said cheerfully. He felt amazing.

Brock gave him a big kiss. Only pulling away as he realised they were in bed alone. "Where's Ronnie?"

Brand shook his head. "I just woke up."

Brock pulled himself out of bed with an effort. He didn't want to leave it ever - but he was worried. Could she have run away again? They had agreed to give this a try - he realised they hadn't got her to promise.

Brand sensed his alarm. "This is her home. Surely she wouldn't..." He froze, reminding himself that while Ronnie felt familiar to him he didn't actually know her.

He jumped out of bed too - catching Brock's eyes on him. That kiss had stirred him up like mad.

Brock shook himself and exited the bedroom. The apartment was empty. The bathroom door was open - there really wasn't anywhere she could be. His shoulders slumped.

They were just standing there with looks of such dejection on their face, when Ronnie burst through the front door. She had a tray of coffees and a big brown bag - Brand smelt the food and found his stomach growling. They had barely eaten anything the previous day.

"Good morning," she sang. She kicked the door closed behind her and took in the scene of the two of them, both standing with a relieved look on their faces. Her eyes traveled down Brand's naked form. She raised an eyebrow. "A very good morning."

He grinned at her while Brock rushed forward to relinquish her of her burden. She motioned for him to leave it with her. "I've got it. You both feel free to take a seat," indicating the small square table that was set against the wall, with three chairs around it.

Brand didn't get changed, he just sat down - his people were very comfortable with nudity, like a lot of shifter societies, so he didn't think anything of it. He was also enjoying the attention he was getting from the two.