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  I just wanna look good for you, good for you
Let me show you how proud I am to be yours
Leave this dress a mess on the floor  

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Sleep didn't come as easily as I'd expect it to be after the mentally exhausting day we had at Lorena's. Draver retired to the couch, soaking up the sun's rays (Jazz described it as Draver's need to recharge). Jazz was cooking dinner, but the door blocked any chance I had at figuring out what he making.

Even though it was only 5:00 pm when we got home, I decided to lay down for a quick nap; secretly hoping it would turn into a deep slumber. But no such luck. I kept dwelling on the things that Poseidon had brought up; how others would be coming after me.

Turning on my side, I wriggled my hand beneath the mattress to grasp the pearl that Poseidon gave me. It's brilliance shone softer, as if dulled when away from it's owner. The pearl still held a soft glow, and when I took a breath- the scent of an ocean breeze flooded my senses. My stomach growled in response, thinking of seafood.

Swinging my legs out of bed, I forced myself downstairs despite the protests of my body. My arm had fallen asleep, and pins and needles spiked down the length of my left arm.

Jazz spotted me descending the winding staircase, and a small smile flashed across his face. "I heard your stomach growling. Almost sounded like a wolf was up there."

I offered him a weak grin. "Hopefully this wolf of a stomach will go away once I eat something."

Jazz plucked a few grapes from the fruit bowl in the middle of the counter. "Here. Snack on this. Food isn't going to be ready until..." he glanced over his shoulder at the green numbers on the stove top oven. "well it's 6:00 now, and it has to bake for 30-45 minutes, so 6:45."

My stomach howled in protest. Jazz's solution was to hand me more grapes after setting down the hand towel tossed over his shoulder. I watched Jazz do the dishes, and noted that every time I moved to help him, he threw me a warning look over his shoulder.

I rolled my tongue across my teeth. "Can I make an observation? Or am I not allowed to do that either?"

He didn't turn around, but his low laugh was permission enough.

"I think," a grape burst into my mouth, "that you enjoy doing household chores...househusband Jazz. I like the sound of that,"

He paused as he put up the last mug into the cabinet, then turned around to face me. The amusement twinkling in his eyes stole my breath away. And when he let out a hearty laugh, one that shook his shoulders, I felt my heart being stolen. His laugh; it was enough for me to fall at his feet and offer my heart up to him. He looked so precious, so relaxed.

Jazz's silver eyes met mine, and the hooded lustful look had me sit straight. 

The short two steps he took to walk around the counter to me felt like the longest two steps of my life. His hand settled on the dip of my waist, his thumb skimming the exposed strip of skin.

"Shower before dinner?" he murmured softly, almost purring the words out.

I numbly nodded.

He kissed my temple, whispering for me to go upstairs.

I dashed up the stairs like it was high school and I was running up the bleachers.

Closing the door behind me, my heart rate went askew as I realized what I just signed myself up for. But for some reason, I didn't feel the bad nervousness. Just butterflies, settled low in my stomach. Butterflies whose cocoons came from those stupid grapes!

Scrambling to the drawers of the wardrobe, I plowed through until I found Jazz's t-shirt...and Draver's briefs. Thinking back on the events of this morning, I grinned to myself before stripping down completely and tossing his white shirt over. The material covered much now, but once wet...

I tossed my clothes into the hamper in the closet and did a once over in the full length mirror attached to the wall inside the closet near the door. I looked like a hussy- my cheeks were already flushed and my lips were gaining the deep pink color from my insistent nervous chewing on them. My hair seemed messy (probably because I'd gotten out of bed a while back) but the messy was like...the morning after sex hair.

Okay, I really looked like a hussy. Blowing out a breath the ruffled a few stray strands that I combed back with my fingers, I filled my head with thoughts of confidence and sexual prowess before walking out.

The door of the bathroom was ajar, and I heard the sound of water running in a silent hush. Music played softly in the background, pouring through the gap between the door and the door frame. The two shadows blocking the light from the bottom of the door told me that both Jazz and Draver were already there; waiting.

I mustered up enough guts to push me over the edge- straight into the bathroom with them.

Draver and Jazz was already in the shower, briefs on both of them. I felt somewhat relieved and disappointed, but that was overshadowed when I saw their bodies under the spray of the shower.

They seemed to be immersed in the water, seeing as there were four separate shower heads in the large shower cubicle, it was like there weren't even in the same shower.

The water was practically steaming, and I wasn't sure if it was because it was hot or because they were hot and the water droplets just sizzled on their skin.

I clicked open the cubicle, and Draver was the first to clasp his hands around my wrists. With a sharp tug, he pulled me flush against him. The water from his body plus the water from the shower head soaked me. Draver's lips skimmed my neck before sliding his hand beneath the shirt, lazily stroking my spine.

I felt Jazz's teeth nip at my jaw. "Oh love, now we really have to punish you. Teasing us like this...do you actually like doing that to us, Faye?"

Draver's lips scorched my own, and I couldn't help but moan into his mouth as his hands slid down to cup my butt, squeezing as if his life depending on it.

A thick corded arm slid around my waist from behind as Jazz spun me around away from Draver. His cool lips soothed Draver's remaining warmth on mine. Behind me, I felt a threatening grumble rise from Draver in which Jazz responded with a snarl. Jazz's kiss was softer, but more demanding. I curled my fingers into his hair, tugging his head back sharply so I could give him a nip on the jaw in return; payback for earlier.

"So fiesty," Jazz purred, grabbing my chin to tilt my head up.

"Can we remove this?" Draver bunched the fabric of the shirt at my back and plucked at the elastic of his own briefs.

I shook my head, biting my lip. "No, you can't."

Draver gave me a smile that told me his intentions were far from pure, and I was proven right when the kneeled down right there in the shower and pushed me against the wall of the shower. Jazz already had my hands locked in one of his above my head. He nuzzled his face between my breasts, and when I felt Draver's mouth there, I realized that they were teamed up on this.

The water of the shower had made Jazz's shirt sheer, and it clung onto me like a second skin, outlining the shape of my breasts and my hard nipples. Jazz's free hand pawed at my cloth-covered breast, his mouth finding the other one quickly. My brain melted when his teeth latched onto my nipple through the fabric, pulling gently. My back arched, pressing my chest into his hands and mouth.

Liquid heat pooled into my lower belly when Draver nudged my thighs apart and hooked my legs over his shoulder, my weight supported completely by him. I cried out when he buried his face between my legs. The briefs were thin, the layer between my sex and his tongue driving me mad.

I rolled my hips up into Draver's mouth, but his hand rested on my abdomen to hold me down from grinding myself against his magical mouth.

Jazz's fingers pinched and pulled at my nipples and his mouth repeated the actions.

"Oh God, Jasper, please-please please please-" I gasped out when he ripped his own shirt down the middle and gave me love bites all over my breasts. Draver stood, slipping his hand past the thin fabric to let his thumb skim over my clit in time with Jazz's biting and sucking until I collapsed in the shower, both of them catching me.

Jazz dried me with a towel while Draver brought over my ninja turtles shirt and mickey mouse pajamas for me to change into before we had dinner. I was still praising the lasagna Jazz made even as we climbed up the stairs to sleep.

I flopped onto the bed, nuzzling into our white fluffy pillows. Jazz slipped in to my left, Draver to my right. I turned to face Jazz, using Draver's folded arm as my pillow and entangling my legs with Jazz's.

"Thank you," Draver whispered throatily, kissing the junction of my shoulder and neck.

Jazz kissed my forehead. "I think the punishment for teasing us sufficed enough." his face lost all humor after that and filled with appreciation, "But thank you, Faye. We needed that."

And once they drifted off to sleep and unconsciously drew closer to me, as I myself began to fall captive to sleep's pull, I whispered softly:

"I needed that too."