"Warming up."
Atlas hooks two fingers in the back of Bane's hair and tugs him off me, mild, unhurried. "Share." Bane goes without protest. Atlas turns my face with two fingers under my chin and kisses me himself. Slow. Deliberate. Tasting where his brother just was.
Zero, beside us, rolls onto his side, props his head on his hand, and watches.
"You two areart."
"Shut up, Zero."
"I’m just saying."
Atlas pulls back and looks at his brother over my shoulder.
"Come kiss him."
Zero blinks.
The smallest pause. The Zero pause—half a second of his heart doing a thing he didn't authorize, the small tell that Atlas casually offering me up to him landed somewhere it wasn't supposed to. Then he is moving, propping up onto his elbow,leaning across the blanket. His hand comes to my jaw. His thumb at the corner of my mouth. His eyes on mine.
"Hi, baby."
"...hi."
He kisses me. Salt and dark, his mouth still tasting like the wine he just drank, slow on purpose because Atlas is right there, because Bane is right behind me, because we are all watching each other watch each other. His tongue pushes past my teeth and I shiver against him and he hums into the kiss—low, pleased, for them.
My chest does something I don't have a word for.
My mind scrambles. And I can’t believe any of it.
"You're all—"
"Mm?" Zero murmurs against my mouth as he nips at my lips.
"You're all just—"
"Yours?" Zero says. Filthy. Soft. Eye contact. "Yeah, baby. We are."
I laugh pathetically, because I can’t process how insane this all is.
I laugh so hard I have to bury my face in Atlas's shoulder. I laugh until my ribs hurt and I am crying a little and Atlas is laughing under me, that low rare laugh, and Bane is grinning at the sky and Zero is propped on his elbow looking insufferably pleased with himself.
The wine is open. We pass the bottle. We take long, lingering swigs.
"We should come back here," Bane says. After a while. Lying on his back with one wet leg over my ankle. "Sometime. Just us."
"A long weekend," Atlas murmurs. Into my hair.
"A week," Zero says.
"A month." Bane.
"A summer," Zero says.
"Don't get greedy."
"I'm always greedy."
"Yeah."
