"You know what I want?" Vera suddenly asked.
"No...?" I was slightly taken aback by her sudden 'Eureka'-like outburst.
"I want it all. Of course, I do. I'm me. In this case, I want you and her in my bed. My two sweetest lovers. Not bouncy Kevin. Not 'Mr. Technique, ride me hard and put me up wet', Johnny. My two sweet lovers."
"I would like that as well. Be different than any group thing you and I ever did, for sure."
"Those were parties. This would be about love. You were always trying to get me to the place where what I wanted was love. Which to be fair to me I did want sometimes. I also wanted to be fucked a lot. I will still be that way for a while, I think. I base that from talking to Ginger about how long it took for her needs to be able to settle down and focus mostly on Wyatt. They are Sirens still too, so they still party. I want that though. My past love and my present love, in bed, making love with me."
"Talk to Helen. Maybe she'll give you that as your wedding present."
Vera barked a laugh. "Or she might squeeze my head into a prune shape."
"Angel told me that while she has been accepted by all current spouses as someone we would marry, she won't marry us until you are in too. I am fine never adding a single additional spouse to our lives. They are complicated enough now. I would however deeply love to have you as an approved lover, same as Angel so that your family and ours can enjoy each other inside the larger context that we are all apparently going to be 'Sagan'."
"I thought I was going to have your last name when I was trying to get pregnant. Never saw it happening this way." Vera sounded rueful. She gave me a knowing look. "You want to keep it your three ladies. Shocking."
"Ok. Ouch. I deserve that. After Alexander fucked Jessica, in every sense of that word, I am a bit gun shy about the concept of more males in my marriage. It will happen, but it has to be the right guy, and it has to be someone approved by all. Someone we like enough or love so that it will not be painful to see a spouse with them. Morgan will kill Alexander if we give her half a chance, and he knows it. She put him down in this very driveway and explained his future if he ever hurt you, Angel, or Jessica."
"My protector..." Vera said, with some affection.
"Morgan is ALL about protecting her family. In fact, all of us are. Look at it this way. Painting a picture here: there we are in bed, and we have invited Danny and Lori to it. They said 'yes'. They wouldn't, or at least not yet, but pretend. Danny is making love with Jessica. I can see him with her. Do I react the same way I did with Alexander? No. I am happy he is there. I love him. She loves him. He loves us. It works."
"I can see that. I'd do him." Vera teased me.
"I know you would. The reality is that Danny is devoted singularly to Lori, so that does not happen soon, I think. It maybe never happens if they stay human. If they decide to come over, then I think it does, because everything changes when you are looking at ten thousand years of horny, loving youth. I could be wrong. Lori is interested in going further afield."
"Lori wants to scissor with Helen. A lot. All night." Vera said. It was not snide.
"True." I agreed.
"I can see all that. So, you would be OK with another man in your big ass bed, as long as you cared about him as much as you do Danny." Vera nodded knowingly. She has known Danny as long as she has known me, after all.
"There is an intermediate possibility. Let's say that we are partying with Carol and DeWayne. For fun, you and Angel are there too. Big ole party. We drink. We flirt. We decide, 'Hey gang! Let make this into an orgy!'. Jessica and Helen used to go to them all the time in their early years. Two lady Vampires in a room full of willing humans."
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Erasure and Affirmation (Hypernaturals 11)
Science FictionThe Ninovan's are in their new home. Life is settling down for the Sagan clan. naturally, peace does not come easily to Adrian and his family's world, and Denise decides that Adrian needs a full-time bodyguard, and as Crew lead appoints... herself...