Beautiful Disaster

"And you really missed me? You’re not just saying that because you’re afraid I’ll end up putting itching powder in your knickers?"

Bella scoffs, ready to hurl another insult at him, but then stops. A light frown appears on her forehead, and her eyes narrow. When she speaks again, her tone has changed; it’s no longer petulant and teasing, but now has a clear note of seriousness to it.

"Jazz, you know that we always miss you. Both of us."

He actually looks chagrined, and for all intents and purposes avoids Bella’s gaze while he fidgets with the corner of her duvet. I feel her tense under my arm before she groans, then pushes herself up onto all fours and crawls onto Jazz until their foreheads are almost touching. The motion makes the sheet slip off her, revealing a plethora of bruises and marks all over her back, ass and thighs. Their position should be sexual with her naked and him only wearing his boxers and a t-shirt, but neither of them seems to be aware of that.

"Are you really that insecure that you think we hugged and danced around the room the moment you were gone because we finally got rid of you?"

Jazz makes as if to give a snappy reply, but Bella shushes him with a gentle finger to his lips.

"You have no f**king idea how much moving just now hurt me. You owe me some honest answers."

He frowns slightly, then cranes his neck so he can catch a look at her backside. Unnecessarily, as her boobs bear enough marks of their own, if mostly fainter ones, and his true intent becomes obvious when he lightly slaps her ass. Bella winces, but looks more pissed at him for trying to change the topic than at him causing her some moderate level of discomfort.

"Jazz?"

"What? You know you like it."

Her huff is frustrated enough to sober him up. When she sits back on her haunches, bringing distance between them while she settles on his thighs, he seems to realize how serious she is. As is usual when they are having a heart to heart like this, they both ignore me. They don’t seem to mind the fact that while I’m just outside of touching distance, I’m well within ear shot.

"Yes, rationally I know you didn’t spend the last twenty-four hours being happy I wasn’t here. I guess, knowing you both, that you spent a lot of time not really thinking at all. But that doesn’t change the fact that irrationally, I feel like maybe you should have been happy to get some alone time without me for a change."

Bella frowns, crossing her arms over her chest as she keeps scrutinizing his face, as if she could force his every feeling and thought out into the open. It certainly works well enough when she pulls that stunt on me.

"You know that just like you guys get to f**k each other when I’m not around sometimes, Edward and I end up screwing without you. So what?

It’s usually a thing of impulsive horniness and opportunity, not a statement of possessiveness. We all know it happens, and I don’t think any one of us is resentful when it does?"

She keeps staring at him until he shakes his head.

"I won’t deny that I had a hell of a great time yesterday. We f**ked a lot and it was great, we did a couple of things that I’ve started to miss a little, and a few more I didn’t even realize I wanted to do that badly. But, quite frankly, I think the only reason I felt remotely glad you weren’t around the whole time was because I didn’t want to worry about you feeling weird about any of it, because I needed to let go and have not a care in the world in order for it all to feel as good as it did in the end. I would have loved to share all of it with you if I’d thought you would have appreciated it all as much as we did."

"So I’m holding you back."

He sounds petulant enough that I feel like speaking up myself now, but Bella is faster, the sadness on her face speaking louder than words.

"No, you’re just not there yet. We have a great time giving you opportunity and experience enough to get there if you want to. But not once have I thought something like, ‘Damn, he really needs to be gone for a day because he keeps getting in the way.’ You know I don’t give a shit about your delicate sensibilities; if I had wanted you gone, I would have kicked you out of the playroom myself."

It’s not hard to believe her with the vehemence in her voice – not that I doubt even a single word of what she is saying – and she goes on before Jazz can interject.

"But, you see, we’re not having some kind of ‘I’m kinkier than thou’

competition here, or you and I would look really lame compared to Edward, anyway. Maybe I’m closer to his comfort zone than yours, but I haven’t spent my whole life denying the integral parts of my sexual preferences. I raced to embrace them once I became aware of them. And you know that it’s not like Edward and I are a couple who keep you as our boy toy on the side. The three of us are ‘us’ – equals in every sense of the word. There’s no ‘two plus one’ in any part of the equation. I personally don’t have a problem with that, seeing as I can still call you a f**king moron without being afraid I will hurt your manly feelings. Or do you require my confession of undying love for you in order to believe me?"

Jazz makes a retching sound low in his throat, then grins again, this time a real grin that even reaches his eyes.

"Only if you call me Jamie when I f**k you, and I can call you my queen."

"Ew, you’re such a sick bastard!" Bella groans, then shoves on his chest when he tries to hug her close. "Let go of me!" Her words don’t accomplish much, but when she utters a light groan from just climbing off him he stops immediately. A baleful look still on her face, she moves back towards me, and then lets me pull her against my chest, spooning her again. Before Jazz can utter another remark that will likely get him another kick, Bella grabs his arm and tugs on it until he shimmies closer to her, his knee ending up bumping into mine where it’s slung over Bella’s calf.

"And you aren’t going to add anything to that?" he asks me once he has settled against her comfortably.

"I fully agree with everything Bella just said, and would never dare to come between you in your incestuous love and insult hurling."

I wince softly as Bella’s elbow meets my ribs, while Jazz chuckles on her other side.

"Which reminds me, you keep calling me a f**king moron, too!"

"Now what does that tell you about my deep feelings for you?" I tease back, smiling at his scowl. "But I’ve really missed you, too."

He grumbles something under his breath but doesn’t hang on to the subject any longer.

"So you both missed me. Now tell me what I’ve missed."

"Us, I hope," Bella snorts, poking his chest half-heartedly. He slaps his hand over the spot, uttering a groan, but his smile doesn’t change.

"Sure, sure, my heart was weeping every minute of it, yadda yadda, now give me the details! Details! Jerking off to bad internet  p**n  doesn’t compare to listening to the real deal!"

I can’t see her face, but the way Bella laughs she must be smirking. Instead of answering right away she slides her hand down his stomach and into his boxers. His grin grows slack when her deft motions quickly show results, but he doesn’t push her away. Instead he just shimmies out of his underwear, while her hand remains wrapped around his hardening cock.

Once he’s lying still again, Bella starts her brief yet candid recount of what we were up to yesterday, leaving out nothing but adding a lot about her own reactions and impressions. I’m not surprised that he takes the morning’s scene in stride, but without the enthusiasm her words rekindle inside of me. As much as he doesn’t seem to mind being rough with me, we all know that slapping and choking her is something he’ll never be comfortable doing, but none of us has a problem with that.