{matrimonium - the legally or formally recognised union of two people as partners in a personal relationship}
tw: sexual harassment
TWENTY-TWO MINUTES EARLIER
Y/n's pov:
I wouldn't have agreed to us hanging out if I knew they'd just be drilling me for details on my sex life.
"What is it with everyone and never minding their own business? You're both just as bad as Fry."
Bren feigns offence, although is still laughing at Fi's previous comment. "I'm not allowed to ask about my best friends love life anymore?"
I shake my head and take a sip from the mug of tea sat in front of me. "We never discuss my love life, B, because whenever you ask, I remind you that it's none of your business."
She glares at me, however, still keeps that smug smile on her face. "Excuse me for taking an interest in you, y/n. I don't understand why it even bothers you; we used to talk about me and Tommy all the time."
I hadn't heard her say his name in months, and hearing it took me somewhat by surprise. I thought maybe it was too difficult for her to talk about him, but she doesn't seem upset by it.
I cleared my throat whilst Fi adjusted uncomfortably in her seat. "B that's only because you'd tell me everything in detail, completely unprompted."
Fi was laughing uncontrollably now, so much so that she had to hold onto the table to stable herself. Bren glared at me, making me chuckle.
She crossed her arms over her chest. "I like keeping you informed. I thought maybe you'd want to extend the same curtesy."
I shrug. "If anything important happens I will let you know."
Fi laughs. "We weren't asking about anything of importance, y/n. I only wanted to know if you got laid this morning."
Both of them are looking at me with smug smiles and a look in their eyes that told me it had piqued their interest.
I didn't really appreciate this line of questioning.
"I don't know what you're on about." I reply.
Bren scoffs. "I don't even know why you bother lying, y/n. The way Newt rushed in here earlier to kiss you told us everything we needed to know."
Fi is instantly agreeing with her. "That was so fucking cute actually. I've never seen a man so insanely obsessed like that."
She sighs before continuing, "I wish Minho would be so desperate to kiss me that he just does it in front of everyone. He's not being super romantic at the minute; we mostly just have really rough sex in random places around the farm."
That was the absolute last thing I expected her to say.
Whilst Bren and I are both speechless and looking at each other with the same wide eyes, I laugh with disbelief. "See, this is exactly what I was talking about, that was a great example of something I did not need to know."
Fi chuckled. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, we've never done it in either of your beds."
I blinked, this time left entirely without any idea of how to respond.
Bren laughs at the absurdity of her words. "Thank you, I do actually appreciate that."
She nods. "No worries at all."
I turn back to her. "Wait, does that mean you do in other people's beds?"
Fi doesn't say anything for a moment, and that in itself was a full-on confession. I grimace at the thought of it.
