Serena loved waking up sandwiched between Dany and Sigefrid. She felt peaceful, wanted, loved. She knew they both needed to be comforted and cuddled at night just as much as she did, and if the oxytocin rush from cuddling happened to make her glow a healing white, then more-so the better. The men must have noticed their night terrors faded away to nothing on nights she slept in their bed (and they had moved to a bedroom, not to be disturbed by the others). They had gotten more comfortable sharing a bed with each other now, too. So comfortable, in fact, that one night when she was late coming to bed, she'd walked in on them "comforting" each other. It had turned her on immensely, and they'd been more than happy to let her join them.
Up till that point, she'd usually just clung to one of them and stroked or sucked him while the other plowed into her. She'd tried to keep her attentions to them about equal. Now that they were comfortable humping each other, it was less of a concern how fair she was. The men were unlikely to fall in love with each other, but they were both fond of her, and that was good enough for their arrangement.
She was more comfortable being openly loving towards Sigefrid. He'd let those three little words slip once when they were in bed together, and she'd been delighted. After a month of trying to hold herself back from pushing him away, the words now came as easily and naturally as breathing. She kissed him, nuzzled up to him, smiled at him-- her love for him was in every look and gesture.
He knew, and it didn't scare him. At forty-eight years old, he'd found a woman who was like oxygen to him. Tender and sweet, who wore her heart on her sleeve and insisted on helping him with anything he needed. He didn't mind her clinginess, because he was equally so. If she wasn't ready to meet him for a drink at the clubhouse right after work, he tended to get antsy and text her. Of course, she'd drop everything to come to him unless she was in court. He liked that about her. She acted like an emotionally unstable wild card sometimes, but when it came to being there for her men, she was as steady as they come.
She was always happy to see him and Dany, no matter what. He could throw her down the stairs in front of all his friends, or pass her around like a joint, and she would still hold out her arms to him and beam the next time she saw him. Yeah, she definitely had a few screws loose. It made him feel bad, the one or two times he'd actually hurt her since they'd gotten together. Sometimes he almost hated her for being so forgiving.
If Sigefrid was addicted to her, Dany was obsessed with her. The reason he was okay with Sigefrid humping him was because they shared Serena. He occasionally stole her perfumed extensions and sniffed her dance belts, not that she minded. She was equally comfortable cuddling up to and making out with and wrapping herself around Dany as with any of her other men. He liked how laid-back she was about being quasi-stalked. Then again, considering who she'd dated before, it made sense.
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