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    But when I go to settle again, I'm suddenly dissatisfied with being unable to see Jye's face. I flip onto my back. Jye laughs and helps me resettle my legs, bent up and around his hips. I rest my head in the crook of Mikscn's hip and reach up to pull Jye close for a kiss.
    He settles over me and it's perfect, his weight solid and comfortable, strangely familiar. Mikscn's fingers work through my hair as Jye and my kiss turns lazy, lingering. I drift, hazy and calm, walking my fingers up and down the relays set along Jye's spine. I wrap my hand around the nape of his neck, marveling at the lack of a collar. Jye lets out a soft sound and smiles against my lips.
    He tangles his fingers with Mikscn's and tugs my hair, tilting my head back. I let out an involuntary noise, not sure what I'm trying to say, if anything.
    "Good?" Jye asks as he fumbles one-handed with the fastening of my pants.
    I try to say yes, but the word comes out garbled. Mikscn grabs my hand, giving me a grounding point and I squeeze Jye's shoulder, nodding rapidly.
    He chuckles. "Use your words, babe."
    "Fuck, yes," I hiss, trying to arch up into his hand, because he's right there .
    He leans back down to catch my mouth in a hard, bruising kiss as he works his hand into my pants to wrap around my cock. He kisses away my curse and mouths along my jaw and I jerk up into his grasp. He works his hand along my cock slowly—too fucking slow—but when I ask him to hurry it up, he bites at my throat, right under my collarbone. It sends shivers through my whole body and I relax.
    "Wait," he grinds out, still stroking my cock at the same lazy pace.
    They pull my head back, baring my throat and I suck in a shallow, shaky breath, unable to keep my hips from rocking with Jye's movements, edging closer and closer to orgasm.
    "Are you close?" Jye demands.
    "Y-yeah." I nod frantically, afraid he's going to stop and make me wait again.
    "Good. Look at me."
    I force my eyes open and brace my hand on his shoulder, my breath hitching. His eyes are nearly all pupil, just a sliver of blue iris, and focused solely on me. I tense, pulling against their grip, and come helplessly, stuttering out Jye's name.
    After, I lay limply under him and watch him free his own cock and stroke himself off quickly. He collapses next to me, and I can feel his pulse thundering against mine.
    "Perfect, you're perfect," he says, and I manage a querulous sound, my thoughts still too fractured to piece together words. He smiles and Mikscn laughs. I give up and let myself drift off. 
    *~*~*
    I wake up all of a sudden, on the edges of a dream I can't quite remember. Beside me, Mikscn makes a throaty, protesting sound and reaches out and hits my cheek. I shove his face away and almost jump out of my skin when Jye snakes an arm around my waist and yanks me close.
    "We're reporting at midday," Mikscn grinds out, his voice sleep-roughened and barely there. "G'to sleep." He inches closer and presses his cheek to my stomach.
    "Morning," Jye says. In complete defiance of his greeting, he tucks his head into the curve of my neck.
    Lying there, I can tell they're both asleep again seconds later. I sigh and card my fingers through Mikscn's hair, let myself enjoy the silence and quiet. Mikscn and Jye are like furnaces, and I'm comfortably warm against the usual chilliness of the compound.
    The entourage is leaving today. Five trifectas as well as the nobility's leisure-class vessels and support crews. The Brudeah central council is providing us with an escort of an additional ten trifectas as well as their support crews. All told, it's a thirty vessel group, not something to be trifled with and, like Mikscn said, this should be a cakewalk. Fifteen adjuncts is nothing to sneeze at, especially not Bredan adjuncts.
    We're reporting at midday, leaving a little later, and will hopefully be home by the time the sun rises. It's a twenty-hour exodus, one that we'll spend entirely in the adjunct.
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