Their Tale

Our home

The night breeze sends chills to my skin as we step out of the car, Celeste's heels clicking as she walks to our side "What are we doing here again?" She askes Angel as we step into the driveway of the house, we had found him in nights before. Looking at it with less focus on finding changes I had not seen that night, or the day we had come to view the home. The paint was clean, flower beds new, pave way redone. It was like there was renovations done to it.

Angel had taken us to dinner saying that he had a surprise for us tonight. Over the past week or so we had been living in the apartment because he wanted to be closer to us as we fixed things. We found ourselves falling into each other's arms and adoration in the process. I never knew how much we truly missed him until he sat at the island for breakfast and there was finally the smell of coffee in the air.

Celeste even found herself showing him the painting that was meant to go into the new playroom when we would move. He was in shock of several emotions as he looked at it. Love, amazement, shame, heartbreak and lust. I know he still held a large amount of guilt for what happened which made sense but we assured him that all we needed was his truth and word that we would never go through that again. Still he will forgive himself when he is ready.

Since the gala we knew that we had Angel, our lover, partner and man we loved with our naked souls but still, as a Master he was more hesitant. It was like he had shackled himself to the thought that he didn't deserve us as his submissives. Moments when he would bite his tongue and shade his actions when he truly wanted to be who we loved him for. We knew he would find it in himself to bring all sides of him back, and we would be there on bended knees waiting for the command that followed.

With his hand in ours he walks to the door of the house, our dream house "I never gave up the idea of having a home with the women I love. This was our dream house, so I bought it so we could make it our home." At the front of the door we stop facing the door when he lets go of our hands and goes into his pocket.

When he is free from his pocket, he opens his hand and in it, three gold keys. Looking up at him is surprise he gives a shaky smile "Would you both please make this a home with me?" A single tear runs down Celeste's face, the idea of it all taking us back. Bringing her hand out she nods taking a key "With you both, I am home." She whispers giving us both love in her glances.

He turns his focus on me "Evita..." With a breath taken but never released I take a key in my hand, the cold metal light in my palm but brought such heavy feelings to me "Nowhere I would rather call home that here." He looks like he is able to take a breath once again when he turns his back to us.

Slipping his key into the key slot he turns it until it unlocks and he opens the door slightly, when he pauses "I hope I listened well." Confused he lets the door open and we step into the dark hall way when he reaches for a switch and my breath is lost in view. There was furniture, lighting, artwork, carpeting, fixtures, plants. The house was decorated just as we had all planned.

Mixtures of us all were found in the space, strong metallics and blacks, soft beiges and silvers and deep maroons and reds along with the eye of a decorator created our home "I guess I got excited." Angel says turning to us, with his fingers running through his hair.

Having no words, I walk to him Celeste as speechless following when we bring our arms around him and hold him with all the emotions our words were unable to speak of. Celeste lets go to bring him into a kiss, deep and passionate, her fingers losing themselves in his hair. When they let go, he leans on her forehead as I rest my head on his chest when I hear him whisper "Thank you for never letting me go." The emotions of their history swelling in my heart.

Its impossible to be jealous of their love because I see it as a privilege to be able to be with two lovers who love each other so compassionately and selflessly. They loved me too and I felt that when they loved each other and I loved them too. Taking a step back we take a stroll through the now homely house that was once a simple structure, but now would be where we would live our lives together.