scarlcthart

[scarlcthart]

there was something so amusing in the way she didn't have to look at her girlfriend to know how she reacted to her touch, how her breath hitched, how she went silent for a second. it was just so amusing, and there was something in the fact that it was happening practically in public that made scarlet's heart race inside her chest. "you don't need to think right now, babygirl" she promised, a smirk tugging the corners of her lips. as the blonde told her she wanted her to touch her, desperately following her moves so she could get more contact. scarlet had decided she would have a nice time, so when she noticed how her body protested as her fingers stopped moving, she was being a total tease, wanting to see how much her girlfriend wanted her to touch her on their way home. the way she looked at her made scarlet look at the blonde, now looking for her own relief. the way she slipped her hand between her legs in an almost bratty way of getting what she wanted made scarlet look back to the road. hearing the girl moaning out loud made scarlet close her eyes for a second before she started driving once more. "you're not going to come without me" scarlet assured, "you know it feels better when i do it" she smirked, "are you going to keep doing it yourself or are you going to beg me to make you finish over my car's seat, babygirl?"

Lennon wasn’t used to losing control. She lived in her head most of the time—calculated, composed, never the type to unravel without permission. But Scarlet had a way of pulling it out of her, undoing her piece by piece, until all that was left was instinct and want. Lennon’s throat was dry. She swallowed hard, lips parted, but nothing came out at first. She didn’t know if she was trembling from pleasure or the overwhelming loss of control, but it didn't matter—both felt the same when Scarlet touched her. “I can’t think,” she whispered, breath shaky. “I can’t—focus.” Scarlet’s fingers moved again, slower now, her touch maddening and perfect. Lennon let out a shaky breath, head tipping back against the seat. “Yes,” she breathed. “Please.” She hated how desperate she sounded, how easily she gave in—but God, she loved it too. Her thighs twitched slightly, trying to move closer, to pull more out of her girlfriend’s touch. Lennon closed her eyes, biting her lip. She could feel heat rise in her cheeks, her chest. Her entire body was lit up with wanting. There was no hiding how much she was needy. Scarlet had found every weak spot, every button, and pushed them. Then the car slowed, came to a full stop. And so did Scarlet’s fingers. Lennon whimpered, quiet, instinctive—her hips subtly trying to follow the movement that was no longer there. Her body burned in protest. Lennon’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment. Lennon sat trembling, thighs pressed tight together, breath coming out in ragged pulls. Scarlet's smirk was still heavy on her skin, her fingers cruelly still, like the red light had been designed just to punish her. But Lennon had her own edges. Her own way of snapping the tension between them. Her gaze stayed on Scarlet, sharp and smoldering under the veil of submission. Then, without saying a word, Lennon brought her hand up—slow, deliberate—and licked her own palm, her tongue dragging across the skin in one long, unbroken line. She didn’t look away. She wanted Scarlet to see. Then she slipped her hand down between her legs. She gasped at her own touch—less practiced, less teasing than Scarlet's, but raw and necessary. Her fingers slid over herself, slick already from the way Scarlet had worked her up. Lennon arched her hips slightly, finding the rhythm she needed—just enough to take the edge off, to chase the release Scarlet had denied her. She moaned out loud prettily. “You said I looked hot,” she breathed, eyes flickering with challenge. “You wanna see what I look like when I come without you?”

[scarlcthart]

scarlet loved being in control, she really did. she loved seeing lennon squirm under her touch, seeing her eyes on her as if she was the only thing important in the room, which was the way she looked at the blonde—always focused on her even if she was driving. she wasn’t able to look at her the way she would if they were home, but she noticed her hands tightening around the edge of the seat and her breath hitching, which was enough to make scarlet smile. she was loving it. the way her fingers felt warm against her skin, how she breathed out her name as her fingers trailed circles over her underwear. the way she reacted under her touch was enough for scarlet to want to keep doing that forever. “you can’t what, babygirl?” the girl asked, as she moved her fingers inside her underwear, finally touching her girlfriend the way she wanted to. the way her girlfriend reacted was enough to make her own heart race. the way she sighed. “you do, you want me to touch you?” she smirked, her finger now tracing her entrance. “i love when you get so needy,” she smirked, her fingers working on her girlfriend as she drove. when she stopped at a red light, her fingers stopped as well, her own way of teasing lennon. “red light,” she smirked. “you look so hot and needy, babygirl.”

Lennon was trying—really trying—to keep it together, but Scarlet wasn’t making it easy. The car ride was supposed to be calm, the post-night-out cool down, windows slightly cracked, soft music humming through the speakers. But none of that mattered. Not when Scarlet’s hand was headed towards where she wanted her most, her touch feather-light and maddening. She shifted in her seat, biting the inside of her cheek, trying to focus on anything other than the slow, deliberate circles Scarlet was tracing against her skin. Her breath hitched again—subtle, but not subtle enough. Lennon’s fingers tightened around the edge of the seat, her jaw clenched like she could will herself into focus. But her skin was buzzing, her nerves on fire. Scarlet hadn’t even said anything—just sat there with that maddening smirk, her eyes on the road like she wasn’t slowly unraveling her from the inside out. “Scarlet…” Lennon warned, but her voice came out weaker than she intended—more breath than words. Scarlet didn’t stop. If anything, her hand crept a little higher, closer to slipping underneath the material. “God, I can’t—” Lennon exhaled sharply, her head falling back against the headrest. Her whole body was tense, her chest rising and falling too fast for the slow pace of the drive. She reached out blindly, grabbing Scarlet’s wrist, but even her grip lacked resolve. “You know I can’t think when you do that.” And she couldn’t. Every thought had been stripped clean out of her brain the second Scarlet’s hand touched her skin. Lennon was undone—completely, helplessly undone. And Scarlet hadn’t even broken a sweat. Lennon nodded softly, her eyes meeting Scarlet’s with a quiet intensity. She let out a soft sigh, the weight of desire and affection blending together in the moment. Her heart was racing, but there was also a calmness in knowing that Scarlet was right there with her, sharing the same space, the same feelings. “I do,” Lennon murmured, her voice low and sincere. Her breath was steady, but her heart was racing with the closeness, the intimacy, the trust. “I want this... with you. Please, Scarlet,” she whispered, her voice gentle but filled with need. “I want this, I want you... please don’t stop.”

[scarlcthart]

their relationship had always worked that way, at first probably more innocent, learning how to navigate a polyamorous relationship—now, everything worked like clockwork. scarlet was so happy to have found her people. she was attracted to lennon and prestley in a way she never expected, and she loved it. their playful flirting always ended the same way. at the beginning of the night, lennon had made her feel amazing in one of the stalls, and now, on their way home, scarlet was going to be the one making lennon pant and moan—that was her goal. she could feel her heart racing in her chest, the dim light making it easy to spot the subtle movement on her top. she noticed how her breath hitched as her hand made its way up her thigh. she wanted to focus on the road, but missing her reaction to her touch felt like a crime. scarlet’s fingers slipped into the other’s pants, and she couldn’t help but smirk at her words. "oh, i know already, and we both know you’ll be moaning my name way before we get home," she smiled, her fingers teasingly caressing over her underwear. "or maybe i’ll just tease you until then and see how desperate you get later," she mused. "how are you feeling, babygirl? do you wanna come for me in this car?" she asked, finally moving her panties to the side with slow, deliberate intent.

Lennon couldn’t help but smile as she watched Scarlet work her usual magic. There was a certain tension between them, something playful and teasing, but also deeply familiar. It wasn’t just the casual flirtation that came with their relationship —it was the kind of energy that only they could understand. Between the teasing smiles and the way Scarlet’s words always seemed to pull a reaction, there was a connection Lennon had come to rely on, something that had grown so natural between them over time. Scarlet had this way of making Lennon feel both nervous and eager, like she could never quite predict what was coming next. It was clear in the way Lennon’s heart would race at the soft nicknames Scarlet used, or the way her pulse quickened when they exchanged looks. It was almost like a game, but one that was so deeply in sync they both knew exactly how to play it. Lennon felt a little breathless. She didn’t even have to respond to know Scarlet was watching her every move, feeling the shift in the air between them. As they made their way home, the energy between them only seemed to grow. The way Scarlet leaned in, her hand casually brushing against Lennon’s thigh, was a move she knew all too well. She leaned back against the passenger's seat the moment she felt the other girl's fingers caressing and tracing over her underwear. She bit down on her bottom lip slightly as her own hand wrapped around Scarlet's wrist to keep it in the place she wanted. "Keeping moving your fingers against me and you just might." Scarlet knew what she was doing. Lennon could feel her heart race increase. "Ahh, mmm, fuck."

[scarlcthart]

both girls were always ready to have fun with the other. the world wouldn’t be able to understand the tension, the willingness to always be close to the other. the only person who would understand was their boyfriend, that other person who seemed to love the electricity they shared as much as they did. scarlet had mastered the art of making the girl nervous, making her feel eager to be with her, and she could see it in the way she reacted to those sweet nicknames she always came up with to get a reaction from the blonde. "of course you do, i think i could hear your heart racing from here," she smirked, winking playfully at the girl. as their little trip back home started, scarlet couldn’t help smirking. "of course i do, how couldn't i?" she smiled. as the blonde told her she wanted to touch her, the girl smirked, her free hand moving to slowly caress the girl's thigh. she wanted to tease the other; they both knew she wanted this, and scarlet wasn’t going to be the one denying her girl what she wanted. at some point, the femme leaned closer to the other, and for the first time since the ride started, she snuck her hand inside the girl's pants, her fingers caressing over her underwear. "of course you want this," she whispered, her eyes on the road, but her attention was on the blonde next to her. "and what i want is you getting all hot and bothered in this car."

Lennon’s heart raced as Scarlet’s words brushed against her ear. The teasing energy between them was something Lennon always found impossible to resist. It wasn’t just about the attraction—it was the way Scarlet had a way of drawing her in, making every moment feel electric, like nothing else mattered except the two of them. She loved how she made her feel—alive, bold, and ready to embrace whatever mischief they were about to create together. Scarlet’s playful affection made Lennon’s pulse quicken, a knowing smile tugging at her lips when she heard Scarlet repeat the words, my bad girl. Lennon’s eyes sparkled, her lips curving into a smile that was a little wicked, a little teasing. "I kind of like you calling me that." Sliding into the car beside her, Lennon couldn't help but smile as the engine roared to life. She loved how Scarlet always had this way of setting the tone, making every moment feel special, even when it was just them two in the car. With a teasing glance, Lennon leaned back in her seat, her voice soft but filled with playful affection. “You always know just how to make me want more,” she said, her eyes meeting Scarlet’s, her expression a perfect mix of challenge and admiration. Lennon felt her pulse quicken as Scarlet’s words lingered in the air. She couldn’t deny the heat between them, the way her body responded without a second thought. Her lips parted slightly, her voice a soft murmur as she answered, full of need. “I want it,” Lennon whispered, her gaze locking with Scarlet’s. “I want you to touch me.” Her tone was clear, no hesitation, just the raw truth of what she felt. "I can't think of anything I want more."

[scarlcthart]

being with lennon always brought her so much joy. not only did she get to spend time with her girl, but their moments together were incredible in every possible way. the teasing energy, the attraction—it always left scarlet wanting more. as she led lennon toward the car, confidence radiated from her; she didn’t care about the rest of the world. when the blonde confessed she liked a little mischief, scarlet couldn’t help but smile. of course you do, she whispered against the shell of lennon’s ear, her voice laced with playful affection. "and i love when you get all mischievous," she added, pulling back just enough to meet lennon's gaze. "my bad girl?" she smirked, loving the way those words sounded between them. "i love it." with that, she slipped to the other side of the car, climbed in, and started the engine. "i can get the best view," she mused, turning the music down as she pulled onto the road. her voice softened, teasing, intimate. "i just want to hear you… how bad do you want me to touch you, baby?"

Lennon felt the magnetic pull between them as Scarlett drew her closer, the air crackling with an undeniable chemistry. Every glance, every touch felt charged, like something simmering just beneath the surface. When Scarlett's words reached her, Lennon couldn't help but smile, her heart skipping a beat. "Well, I can see why you feel that way," Lennon replied with a teasing glint in her eyes, her voice light and playful as she allowed Scarlett to guide them toward the car. The energy between them was electric, and Lennon loved how effortlessly Scarlett could bring that out in her. She leaned in slightly, her tone lowering just enough to add a bit of flirtation. "But I don't know… I like a little mischief in my life," Lennon said, her lips curving into a smirk. The promise in Scarlett's voice made her pulse quicken. She was never one to back down from a playful challenge. "And I’m pretty sure you like it too." As Scarlett whispered, Lennon felt the heat rise between them. She was close enough now that she could feel the warmth of Scarlett’s breath against her skin, and the sensation made her eyes sparkle. With a wink, she let Scarlett open the car door for her, every word and every glance building that irresistible tension. "You know," Lennon began, her tone soft and teasing, "I think I prefer being your bad girl better" She leaned in a little closer, her voice dropping to a sultry tone. Lennon slid into the car, her movements smooth and effortless, but as she settled in, she bent just enough to look over her shoulder at Scarlett, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Enough checking out the view when you can get a better view from in here."

[scarlcthart]

“prestley, it’s practically all black, this has not been tastefully well done,” she chuckled, rolling her eyes as she took a sip of her coffee—black, as always. “i’ve never been the kind to like romcoms, i’ll still think you’re a creep,” scarlet smirked at her boyfriend, teasing him effortlessly. her eyebrows furrowed as she tilted her head slightly. “how are you going to be home all day? what did you do?” she asked, suspicion lacing her voice as she eyed him curiously.

" Hey, it's not burned!" PRestley protested"It's just refined well done" He added with a very cheerful grin" and I'm not creepy, if i was in a romcom, what im doing right now would be considered cute" He protested"I'm not really hungry" he then muttered faintly"I'll eat sometime later today, it's not like I won't have time for it later. I'm gonna be home all day"

[scarlcthart]

their relationship was built on love, trust, and a constant undercurrent of desire. scarlett was sure that anyone around them could feel it, whether they were all together or split into couples, like that night when the girls decided to have fun while their boyfriend was caught up with work. "and i'm so in love with you two, as well," she promised with a soft smile. she’d never deny it—she loved her girlfriend and boyfriend with all her heart, even if she sometimes acted a little too cool to admit it out loud. the sexual tension between her and lennon was impossible to ignore, thick in the air like static before a storm. when lennon’s playful words reached her, scarlett smirked, pulling her a little closer. "i totally understand why," she teased, guiding them towards her car. "i feel the same." as relaxed as scarlett seemed, anticipation thrummed beneath her skin. she lived for moments like this—when she could lead lennon on, watching the way she reacted, loving the way she teased back. "why would i tell you to be good all the way home?" she smirked, glancing at the blonde with a knowing look. "i want your mischievous and naughty self" her voice was low, playful, full of promise as she kissed lennon's hair, opening the car door for her. "but," she whispered, leaning in just a little closer, "if you want me to call you a good girl, that can be arranged."

Lennon, leaning against her hand with a smirk that matched the mischievous twinkle in her eyes, couldn't help but laugh softly at Scarlet's playful teasing. Of course, she loved how much Scarlet cared for her, how those affectionate words melted her heart. It made her feel seen in ways she hadn't realised she could be seen before. "He's so in love with you and so am I." When Scarlet pulled her closer, Lennon's grin widened, clearly enjoying every second of the attention. "I love every second I get with either or both of you." Lennon couldn't help but to smirk at Scarlet making a comment about the car being an automatic. It didn't need a second hand to shift the gears from one place to the next. "Oh, you’re absolutely right. I am lucky it’s an automatic car, otherwise I might not be getting any attention at all the whole drive back home." She laughed as Scarlet mentioned the public nature of their teasing and her being horny in such a public place. "I can't help it when I have two hot partners'." She winked, squeezing Scarlet’s hand softly before letting her own hand settle comfortably in hers. Her heart was beating just a little faster from all the flirty energy between them. The natural chemistry was undeniable. "Are you trying to tell me that I have to be good all the way home?"

[scarlcthart]

seeing lennon leaning against her hand like that, scarlet had to fight the urge to cup her cheeks and pepper kisses all over her face. she’d save that for later, when they were home and she could melt into her girlfriend properly. instead, she smirked, keeping her usual playful edge. "he better be proud and enjoying every second, or i’ll kick his ass," she joked, her tone light but full of affection. prestley was her best friend, but he wasn’t the one occupying her whole heart—lennon was. scarlet still found it funny sometimes, how life surprised her. she never thought she’d fall for a guy, but lennon? lennon was different. "i know i’m ridiculous, babygirl," she said with a wink. "but you chose me, so you’re stuck. no take-backs." a soft chuckle slipped from her lips as she kissed the blonde gently. scarlet’s voice softened as she added, "you’re too pretty and so adorable. we’re the lucky ones for having you, you know." her gaze lingered on lennon’s face, her tone full of sincerity. as they walked, lennon leaned closer, making scarlet pause mid-step. she couldn’t help but pull the blonde even closer, her grin widening. "you’re so lucky it’s an automatic car," she murmured, her voice dropping into a playful purr. scarlet smirked, letting the tease play out as she leaned in like she was about to close the gap between them—but stopped just short, pulling back at the last second. "you’re gonna have to let me drive, though," she said, her grin turning mischievous. "rules are rules, baby, but no one ever said you couldn’t distract the passenger princess." with a playful shrug, she straightened up and nodded toward the car "who would thought miss lennong hendrix would like to be so horny in public" she teased. "let’s go, love," she said, her tone teasing but her hand slipping gently into lennon’s, like it belonged there.

Lennon couldn’t help but smile as Scarlett’s thumb brushed over her cheek, the soft touch sending a warmth through her. She leaned into the gesture, eyes closing for a brief moment as the sensation settled in her chest. She was grounding, steady, and despite the chaos that had once been her life, Scarlett had this way of making everything feel so much lighter. Lennon’s grin grew wider as she leaned in, her voice playful but filled with affection. "Presley is definitely grateful. Look at you," she said with a teasing smile, letting her gaze drift over Scarlett. "He knows he broke the no guys rule with you, and he loves every minute of it." She chuckled softly, her fingers lightly tracing Scarlett’s arm. "I mean, how could he not? You’re irresistible." The playful edge in her tone was unmistakable, but there was also an undeniable warmth in her words. Lennon adored Scarlett—there was no doubt about it—and Presley was lucky to have her, too. She let the moment linger, enjoying the feeling of being so in sync with the two of them. The kiss came again, pulling her into Scarlett’s embrace, and Lennon melted into it. She let her hands wander to Scarlett’s back, pulling her even closer, not willing to break the kiss just yet. When they finally separated, Lennon’s breath was a little quicker than normal, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Scarlett’s hand brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and Lennon couldn’t help but gaze up at her with a soft, affectionate look. “You’re ridiculous,” Lennon murmured, her voice thick with affection. "I swear, you know how to make me feel like the luckiest girl alive sometimes." The compliment came naturally, no hesitation. It was true—Scarlett made her feel like she was floating every single day. But then Scarlett’s playful glint caught her attention, and the shift in her tone made Lennon’s heart skip a beat. Her lips curled into a sly grin as Scarlett warned her that she needed to keep her hands busy while driving. She leaned in closer, her voice lowering to a playful tone. "Well, you only need one hand to drive," she said with a wink, her fingers brushing against Scarlett’s side as she leaned even closer to her. "And I can think of plenty of ways to keep the other one occupied. Just saying."

[scarlcthart]

being around lennon was like breathing fresh air—effortless and grounding. she was pure sunshine, with just the right amount of mischief to keep things interesting. lennon had been through hell in the past, but she’d come out of it stronger, someone who saved her princess in every sense of the word. “he better be grateful,” she teased with a grin. “if not, i’m living a lie.” her thumb brushed lightly over lennon’s cheek, and seeing the blonde lean into her touch made her chest tighten in the best way. she adored this girl with every fiber of her being. “i’ll hate him forever for ruining my streak,” she added with mock indignation, shaking her head as laughter bubbled up. it was half a joke—she did love him—but the irony of him being the exception to her no-guys rule wasn’t lost on her. when lennon pulled her in for another kiss, she didn’t hesitate, her hands moving to gently cradle her face, letting the kiss linger. when they finally broke apart, she smiled warmly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind lennon’s ear. “you’re the definition of a princess,” she said with a soft laugh, wrapping an arm around lennon’s shoulders and pulling her close. she couldn’t resist a playful glint in her eyes as she added, “your hands did an amazing job.” she winked, pressing a kiss to lennon’s hair. but then her tone dropped into something lower, teasing, as she glanced at the car. “now, babygirl,” she murmured, “make sure my hands stay busy driving, or i might just start having fun with you right here and now. and that wasn’t the plan.” her grin widened, showing she was mostly—but not entirely—kidding.

Lennon smiled softly at Scarlet’s words, feeling the warmth of her partner���s affection wrap around her like a comforting embrace. She had always cherished the way their dynamic worked, how natural it felt to share love in this open, non-possessive way. The trust they shared was something special, something that allowed her to grow and learn. “Is he? I bet he feels honored being the only one.” Lennon teased, her voice light but laced with affection. She tilted her head back slightly as Scarlet ran her fingers through her hair, leaning into the touch. The mention of college made Lennon chuckle softly. “A golden-star lesbian, huh?” She raised an eyebrow playfully. “Presley just came into your life ruined your streak?" The teasing glint in her eyes matched Scarlet’s, and she leaned in closer, savoring the feel of Scarlet’s kiss, her arms tightening around her. The playful squeeze that followed made Lennon laugh, a warm, genuine sound, as she pulled Scarlet in for another quick kiss, just to share in the moment of connection. When Scarlet mentioned the drive, Lennon gave a small shrug, her expression a mix of playful indifference and contentment. "I'm the world's passenger princess." She leaned into Scarlet’s side with a smile, feeling the comfort of being with her and feeling safe and secure. "You drive. My hands need a rest."

[scarlcthart]

scarlet cherrished her relationship with lennon and prestley more than she could put into words. after long, exhausting days with the band—serenity's endless banter and rehearsals—coming home to her partners felt like stepping into a sanctuary of warmth and love. they were her people, her safe haven, and she never took it for granted. she’d grown so much in this relationship, surprising even herself with how naturally she’d adjusted to sharing her partners’ affections without jealousy. it was liberating, like she’d found a version of love that allowed all of them to be their truest selves. "he's the only guy i would date, and that’s saying something," scarlet chuckled, running her fingers through lennon’s hair, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "i’m no longer a golden-star lesbian. i was so proud of that in college," she laughed, the sound light and genuine. as her arms tightened around lennon, she leaned in for another kiss, savoring the closeness and the way their bodies fit so naturally together. "you actually can't," scarlet murmured with a smirk, her eyes locked on lennon’s. "you love our attention, don’t you, princess?" her teasing tone was punctuated by a playful squeeze of lennon’s butt, earning a grin before scarlet pulled back, guiding them towards the exit with her usual confident stride. "so," she asked casually, holding the keys up with a little jingle, "do you feel like driving, or should i take the wheel?" her smile was easy, her gaze bouncing between her partners, eager to see where the night would take them.

everything that happened in the relationship between the throuple changed every night depending on who was in the mood to do what. lennon could be a bit of a pillow princess at times. other times she preferred taking some charge and ordering everybody about a little. lennon's past relations didn't allow her the freedom to explore that. she'd either be told what to do or told to get out of the person house. with scarlet and presley things were different. she felt comfortable. lennon's opinions mattered and she could voice them out loud. throuple dates were exciting and she loved them more than anything. however, two people dates spiced things up a little and gave them something to talk about to each other when they got home again. presley was going to get the exact same treatment. she wouldn't let one get something without the other being offered the same thing. jealousy didn't exist between the throuple. "he is the most special guy in the world to us." lennon loved how different her two loves were from one another. she shivered feeling scarlet's fingers tracing patterns against the skin of her back. she leaned forwards to kiss scarlet once more. "who am i to say no to an offer like that?"

[scarlcthart]

scarlet smirked at the blonde’s words, loving their dynamic. it wasn’t something she’d ever had before, and honestly, she was obsessed with it. “you’re the hottest pillow princess ever,” she teased, her tone full of promise. scarlet had never been the type to let someone else take the lead, but when lennon did it, she found it ridiculously attractive. still, she liked being in charge, even if she had to share that role with prestley most of the time. honestly, she loved that too. they made it a point to plan most of their dates together—just the three of them—but having solo time with one of them every now and then? it kept things exciting. “if you do to him what you just did to me, he’s gonna feel like the most special guy alive,” she teased, a playful smirk pulling at her lips. her arms wrapped around lennon’s shoulders, tugging her closer. “sounds good, princess,” she said with a wink, her voice dropping a bit. “are we feeling like heading back home?” she asked, her fingers lightly tracing the blonde’s back. “because i think it’s time we get you out of those pretty clothes of yours,” she added, her tone low and flirtatious, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

lennon looked at scarlet as her girlfriend teased that she wasn't going to top her anymore after tonight's antics in the public bathroom. she knew she only kidding by the tone of her voice though. "shh, i'm a pillow princess and everyone in our household knows it." lennon didn't mind switching but she loved being tossed and turned and being told where to be in the middle of the throuples chaos. normally, the throuple would all get together at once. sometimes it was off in twos like right now. lennon had learned what each of her partners liked over time and who preferred doing what. though, obviously, every time was different. someone taking control could change the whole dynamic and what went down at the time. "we'll need to both team up tonight and make prestley feel special." lennon and scarlet would be able to speak about this ordeal and tease him and then give him a taste of what he'd missed out without any jealousy spurring between the three of them. prestley would be well and truly looked after by them by tonight. she couldn't wait to go home and see him. "alright, i'm going to hold you to one of those at some point."

[scarlcthart]

scarlet wasn’t an early bird; she loved that her job was flexible enough to let her sleep as long as she needed. being a wannabe singer had its perks. she sat next to her boyfriend, savoring the breakfast he had made for them. as she took a bite of the toast, she raised an eyebrow playfully. “the toast is more dark than i expected, but if you put jam on it, you can’t really see the burned parts,” she joked, taking another bite. glancing over at him, she smirked. “you’re a little creep sitting there watching me eat,” she added with a playful roll of her eyes. “you already ate?”

Since Prestley got fired from his job, all sorts of worries and guilt and mixed feelings were running through. He felt like a failure, he felt judged, and he felt like he was freefallin in open air wait to crash and burn. He had no idea what to do about work now and he had no idea where he stood with his girlfriends after he told them about him losing his job and why. Today Prestley had made breakfast for his girlfriends and was sitting next to Scar watching her eat, he was planning on driving her to work as well, Lennon had already eaten and left, so it was just the two of them there, i know the toast is a little...well done" he chuckled playfully.

@scarlcthart

[scarlcthart]

scarlet was lounging in the living room, her feet propped up on the coffee table as she mindlessly strummed some chords on her guitar. the sound of the door opening broke her concentration, and she looked up to see prestley entering. she pushed herself off the door frame and walked over to greet him with a playful grin. “he definitely is,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “were you missing us too much?” she teased, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow, fully enjoying the playful banter between them.

@prestleycooper

Prestley came home in a very bad mood, work today had been awful, like high level awful, and the only good part was that he knew he could reply on his girls to make him feel better.

"Honnies.. I'm home" called out once he got inside the apartment they shared as usual. He took his coat off and put his briefcase down and walked inside once he had taken his shoes off as well. He looked around, listening to hear if the girls were home yet, he just really needed someone to talk to right now.

@scarlcthart @lennon-hendrix

[scarlcthart]

scarlet laughed at her girlfriend's playful question, rolling her eyes dramatically. "i think i'm not going to top you anymore from now on," she teased, shaking her head before leaning in to press her lips against presley's in a softer kiss. she loved these moments, these little exchanges that reminded her of their chemistry. both her partners knew exactly how to get her riled up, and she had her own tips and tricks too; it was an unspoken understanding between them. “i can already see that smug face of his,” she chuckled, shaking her head. it was true; lennon’s confidence was hard to miss, and she couldn’t help but think that it was all her boyfriend's fault for planting that image in her mind. “and i love you too,” she added, looking into presley’s eyes. “but i owe you one, you know? you can redeem your prize in sexual activities, food, or massages. it doesn’t expire,” she winked playfully, her heart swelling with affection for both of them. she loved the dynamic they shared, the way their relationship flourished with each playful banter and tender moment. no matter if it was just her and presley or the three of them together, she felt grateful for the bond they had built.

lennon's expression was smug as she pulled back and looked at scarlet's face. the other girl looked flustered and hot and fulfilled. lennon knew what she was doing with girls as well as with guys. experience was one department she didn't lack in. "oh? did i convert you?" lennon knew this wouldn't be a regular occurrence between them but one in a blue moon wouldn't do them any harm to anyone if they were trying to get each other riled up and excited while they were out. maybe presley could join in the next time too ? she rolled her eyes playfully at scarlet's compliment about looking pretty down on her knees like she had been a couple of minutes ago. she didn't even think once about how she looked down there. she'd been too caught up trying to do a good job and give scarlet a night to remember. that's what had been most important in that moment. lennon's hand intertwined with scarlet's as the other gave her a kiss. "isn't that also presley's favourite line to use when one of us has rewarded him?" lennon loved being in love with two people. scarlet and presley were both amazing. "you don't owe me anything though. i did that because i love you."

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thinking back, scarlet remembered her old hookups, most of which happened at her previous apartment. she’d been with girls who were mad at their boyfriends, situations that weren’t exactly ideal, but she always made sure they never got caught. her old apartment had seen a lot—almost like a museum of past encounters. she sometimes wondered who lived there now and if they’d somehow sensed the wild history in that place. but all of that was behind her. now, it was all about her relationship with lennon and prestley. anything that involved either or both of them—whether it was cute, romantic dates or freaky nights—was what scarlet was down for. she was all in, completely and happily. "i think i liked both," she laughed, her voice soft but teasing, her smirk growing wider as she looked down at her girlfriend, who was unbuttoning her jeans. "i'm not good at choosing, you know that," she teased. leaning in closer, she added with a playful glint in her eye, "and i’ve got no problem being loud, baby."

as scarlet caught her breath, still flushed from the intensity of the moment, she couldn't help but chuckle softly at the thrill of what had just happened. her voice was low, still tinged with satisfaction. "lennon, i think i might be into hooking up in public bathrooms now," she teased, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she watched lennon stand and pull her jeans up. she reached out, her hand gently cupping lennon's cheek, her thumb brushing lightly across her skin. "do you know how pretty you look on your knees?" scarlet whispered, her tone softer now, filled with admiration as she leaned in to press a tender kiss against lennon's lips. the connection between them always left her in awe, and moments like this only made her appreciate it more. pulling back just slightly, her eyes sparkled mischievously. "i owe you a big one," she said with a grin, already thinking about ways to return the favor.

lennon never knew if she would end up dating a male or a female. dating both was the best of both worlds. scarlet and presley were not the exact same person and each of them brought something different into the relationship. lennon could have private conversations with each one of them and knew at the end of the day they would all lie together and talk everything out as a throuple. receiving love from two people was a dream come true. she had never been in a serious relationship with anyone before them both. lennon's little sister wouldn't mind who she was dating as long as they were treating lennon right and loving her as someone should do. one day, hopefully soon, lennon would introduce them all to each other when they could work out a time for all of them to get together. sneaking into one of the clubs public bathrooms certainly wasn't the most romantic gesture in the world but it was a bit of fun for them. scarlet had also mentioned that she hadn't hooked up in a public bathroom before which surprised lennon to say the least. "which part? the part where i said i'm all yours and your all mine or the part when i called you a good girl?" lennon smirked as she started un-buttoning scarlet's jeans with skillful hands and not much concentrating. "i'd tell you to be quiet but i really don't want you to be."

lennon pulled back - wiping her mouth after going down on scarlet for a good couple of minutes. she started to pull scarlet's jeans back up her legs again and buttoned it back into place. "do you know how pretty you sound when you gasp my name?"

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it was something special, knowing her girlfriend felt safe and cherished around both her and their boyfriend. lennon knew that they had brought some stability into her girlfriend's life, especially given the difficult situation at home. the thought of her parents always brought tension, but her sister—well, she hoped they'd meet one day. she just hoped her sister wouldn’t be weirded out by the fact that lennon wasn’t dating just one person. scarlet was honest with herself—being bossed around by lennon was definitely getting to her. the fact that they weren’t alone, that other people were in the club bathroom, barely registered. in a place like this, it wasn’t exactly unheard of for people to sneak off and get intimate, and she wasn't about to let it stop her. "there’s something about you saying that… it’s driving me wild, you know?" she said with a teasing smile, glancing down at the blonde now kneeling before her. she felt a shiver run down her spine as lennon looked up and told her to be a good girl. she couldn’t stop herself from smiling, completely caught up in the moment. "boss me around as much as you want," scarlet purred softly, her voice almost a whisper. "didn’t realize i’d be this into it, but… do whatever you want, baby."

lennon never knew what being loved by a stranger felt like until presley and scarlett came into her life. she knew that other strangers saw her as someone good to look at and sleep with and that's it. nobody treated lennon with tenderness or love or care back then. scarlet and presley were different. she wasn't someone easy to pick up at the club and take home with them. the romance between them blossomed into something pretty beautiful and more than just lust. lennon knew what it felt like going between one strangers bed to the next for a good couple of months. it wasn't honest living and she didn't like dwelling on the past. she was slightly embarrassed about her past and didn't like going into too much detail with her partners. scarlet and presley knew she'd slept around a bit before dating them and she had got checked multiple times afterwards so they knew she was clean and hadn't picked up anything from anyone before them. lennon couldn't stop smiling as she pressed scarlet back against the bathroom stall door knowing other people were still in the bathroom at the same time as them both. "that's all you better keep doing too. i'm all yours and your all mine while we're here. i'll share you when we go back home. again " lennon would only share scarlet with presley. scarlet's mouth captured lennon's into a sweet kiss and she hummed into it. she pulled back with a smirk - getting down onto her knees. "be a good girl for me while i try my best to change your world from down here?"

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scarlet loved the thrill of being out, the energy of the night, and the spontaneity that came with it. she thrived in those moments, always ready for whatever the night had to offer. but things had changed since meeting lennon and their boyfriend. now, the idea of a relationship was something she was getting used to, and she liked it. she especially loved the idea that lennon would never have to worry about where to sleep or how to get by. scarlet was determined to make sure she never had to feel that way again. as they slipped into the bathroom together, scarlet's playful smile mirrored her thoughts. she wasn't sure if lennon would wait for the other girls to leave, but before she could even finish the thought, lennon had already pulled her into a stall. scarlet raised her eyebrows, clearly enjoying the fact that lennon was taking the lead for once. pressed against the door, scarlet felt a rush of excitement as she looked at the blonde. "oh, lennon, that's all i've done all night," scarlet teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. she leaned in, capturing lennon's lips in a kiss, feeling the intensity of the moment between them. "i'm all yours," she whispered against her lips, fully surrendering to whatever was about to unfold, completely in the moment.

lennon didn't know if she would erase the past if she could but it's not something she liked talking about in detail with people. she did what she had to do at the time to not be living out on the streets. sleeping with strangers wasn't ideal if she was being honest but it worked. lennon didn't have to spend a night on the streets alone wondering when she could shower or have her next meal. scarlet's words were sweet and caught lennon by surprise. how lucky was she to have not one but two people that wanted to be in a relationship with her? scarlet and presley were saints. the throuple were living their best lives with each other and nothing or nobody would break that bond. lennon giggled slightly as scarlet mentioned that their was enough scarlet to go around for everyone. still, she didn't feel the need to fight for her boyfriend or girlfriend's love. she loved them equally. sometimes she liked watching them love each other too. although, obviously, she'd get herself involved somehow when the time felt right. lennon took scarlet's hand and started walking them both towards the stalls. she didn't feel any shame walking past everyone. "i'm giving you the opportunity to see if you like it or not." lennon looked to the side and could see a couple of girls in the bathroom washing their hands which would mean they'd be out of there soon. she strode past them and pulled scarlet into one of the stalls before clicking the door to lock it behind the both of them. she twirled them around so scarlet's back was pressed against the locked toilet door. "ignore everything but me for the next couple of minutes, alright?"