Pull Me Back Home 1/4

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Title: Pull Me Back Home
Author: enochiansigils/shadowcat
Artist: sexycazzy @ LJ
Fandom: Primeval
Relationship(s)/Characters: Hilary Becker/Abby Maitland/Stephen Hart
Word Count: 44,544
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual content.
Summary: When Becker, Stephen, and Abby get a much needed night alone together, they discover that each of them still have residual worries from past events and that Abby is afraid that she doesn't really "fit" with the men she loves any longer. Between talking and apologizing. they discover that even if their actions speak louder than their words, sometimes it's really nice to hear the words, too.
Author's Note: Sequel to From Where We're Standing and By The Time You Read This, but it can be read as a stand alone.





It'd been a typical night for them, dinner together after work and then cuddling on the sofa -- Abby always draped herself across their laps -- but with one very large difference.

Their infant daughter Leslee was with Nick and Jenny for the night. Abby had arranged it, saying they needed Leslee out of the flat because it was damn time the two of them shagged her senseless and that she'd recently given birth but it didn't make her a china doll. There'd been only a token protest, which was exactly as she'd expected. She did love her boys and their predictability like that.

"So, Abby... since you're so very obviously the one in charge tonight, what do you want?" Stephen asked, ruffling her hair.

Abby looked at them both and then chewed on her lip, looking away for a moment as she tried to figure out how to put into words what she wanted -- or what she had been thinking about. She finally swallowed and looked at Becker for a long moment, before she met Stephen's blue eyes with her own.

"I want not to be in charge."

"I think that can be arranged," Stephen said, smiling down at her. "Question is, who is in charge, then?"

She turned and looked at Becker, giving him a shy smile. "Hilary is."

Becker knew exactly what he wanted, and it showed in his eyes for a second before he forced that thought away. "I can do that."

Her smile was a lot less shy as she looked at him. "I know."

"Trick is figuring out what I want to do, because I have no idea."

"Oh, yes you do," Stephen said. "I saw that look on your face when she said you were in charge."

Becker shook his head. "No."

Abby nodded. "Hilary."

"No. It would hurt you and we've already hurt you too much."

She let out a breath. "You're not going to hurt me," she said firmly. "Feeling that you can't tell me what you want would be the part that hurts me more than anything."

"I want to watch him shag you. But I want you to be restrained. Tied up. So all you can do is react." He looked down uncomfortably. "But I want to be restrained, too. So I can't get tempted to join in and actually act on it."

Abby felt a shiver go through her and the want she was feeling showed clearly in her eyes as she looked at him. She smiled slowly and then looked at Stephen. "Oh. Oh yes."

Becker looked at her in surprise. "Really?" Clearly he was forgetting the times they'd had sex before with one of them watching... and how it always ended up involving the third person at some point. This wasn't so different, really.

She licked her bottom lip and nodded. "I've never... not like that and with you two... I would like to because I would know..." She was actually blushing. "I've wanted to with you!"

"But you couldn't say anything because Stephen and I were fighting with each other so much." Becker looked sad for a second. "Is it okay with you?" he asked, looking at Stephen.

"All I can say is, you damn well better let one of us take care of you afterwards or it's just not going to be fair." Stephen grinned wolfishly. "Well, that and you have no idea how many times I've thought about tying you up."

Abby smiled at both of her guys. There were things she wanted to say but wasn't sure how -- but she was damned sure that her love and want for them both was very clear in her eyes.

Stephen still had that smile on his face as he said, "Not to mention, I like it when you tell us you want something that isn't entirely tame." He was the resident kinky one, they all knew it, but that didn't mean he disliked bringing that side out in them from time to time.

It was a side that Abby had never shown to anyone but the two of them, but she was still sometimes shy about letting that part of her out.

"Well, then..." Becker was fighting a blush as he looked at Abby. "Do I thank you for wanting it now or later?"

She was blushing, too. "I get the feeling that we'll be thanking each other a lot tonight..."

"And possibly confusing each other for God a lot." This was from Stephen, who was still smirking at the two of them.

She rolled her eyes and then looked at Stephen. "You're really enjoying this," she said with a laugh.

"Damn right I am," he said unrepentantly. "My two favorite adults in the entire universe are going to be tied up and at my mercy. How could I not?"

Abby blushed again. "I'm just happy that the idea makes you guys just as happy as it makes me."

"And I'm just glad you don't think I'm silly for wanting it," Becker said quietly.

She turned her head and pulled at his hand. "Never silly," she murmured. "I never thought you'd want me like that. I'd thought about it before, but I just wasn't sure what you guys would think of me if I said I wanted that."

He squeezed her hand gently. "Abby, we love you. We'd do anything for you."

"But nice girls aren't supposed to like stuff like that." You would think that with all of the time she'd been involved with both him and Stephen, she wouldn't have some of these worries.

"No, nice girls can like whatever they bloody well please," Stephen corrected. "They're just supposed to be caring and concerned for their partner's well-being."

Stephen logic was special sometimes -- but also accurate.

"Which I am," she hastened to say. "Very much so." She could be pretty adorable when she was worrying about silly things.

"That's one thing we're never worried about," Becker assured her.

"That's good," she said with a smile. "But the point I'm trying to make is I would love to do things like that with you guys. It's kind of a big turn on of mine to not have any control at all." Because she prided herself on being in control.

"Then I'm definitely glad I mentioned it." Becker smiled at her. "I'm also glad that you two don't mind that I want to be restrained, too."

Stephen just gave him a Look. "I've tied you up before, Hil. Where's the problem in it now?"

Becker's only response was some vague flailing of his hands.

"I'm the difference," Abby guessed.

"Yeah," Becker said. "That and the fact that he's not shagging me while I'm restrained. He usually was."

Hi, random glimpse into their sexual history!

"I love all of these things I'm learning about the two of you," she said with a soft smile.

"You want another random thing about us?" Stephen grinned again. "Our Captain here has a thing for handcuffs."

"Oh, pretty," Abby breathed, then ducked her head when she realized she had said that out loud.

"Stephen!" Becker hissed.

"What? You do. And she's right -- you are pretty when you're cuffed to a bed and naked."

Abby whimpered softly.

"What, Abby my girl?" Stephen asked, the endearment sounding entirely different coming from him in that dark, husky tone. "What is it?"

"How is it that just listening to you talk can get me all..." She flailed her hands a little.

"Horny as all get out?" he suggested innocently.

"Yes," she hissed, covering her face.

"I love that," Stephen said. "That I can get you so riled up just by talking."

She was still covering her face. "You both do that to me and I've never had that happen with anyone else. Just the two of you."

"Really?" This was from Becker, who was still a little distracted by the fact that Stephen had brought up his love of handcuffs.

She nodded, embarrassed.

"So I'm the only one besides Stephen to get you to do that... I like it." Becker smiled tenderly. "I like being nearly the only person to make you feel some way."

She peeked through her fingers at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he said reassuringly. "Because we're the only two to ever make you feel that way, which means it's ours. It's something nobody can ever take from us."

She nodded vehemently. "Yours. Just like I am."

He reached out to pull her hands away from her face. "Speaking of you being ours... we have shagging to get to." The first part was going to be an exquisite torture, but he loved the idea of it.

She whimpered, squirming against them before she started to sit up in order to get off their laps.

Stephen wasn't nearly as in control of himself as he seemed. How could he be, when the two people he loved more than anything were trusting him to be with them when they were completely vulnerable?

"Your pants appear to be getting a little bit tight, love," Abby teased Stephen when she was on her feet and looking down at them.

"Get moving and I'll be able to take care of that."

She laughed in delight before she turned and raced them to their bedroom. Their bedroom that had a very large bed.

They, of course, let her win the race.

Of course they did. She would be completely in their control soon enough.

"Now the question is how we tie you down when it's time," Stephen mused to Abby.

She gave them both a cheeky grin. "I'm not the one making the call. So you and Hilary have to figure that out." She moved out of his reach. Like she was going to make this completely easy for them? She was feeling playful and pondered seeing which one would be able to catch her if she started running.

Stephen frowned thoughtfully before smiling slowly. He went to the closet, rummaged around in it for a moment, and came up with the handful of scarves he'd bought once, for this exact purpose. Scarves that were obviously for this purpose. Scarves that hadn't been used yet.

Abby's eyes widened when she saw them, and she narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. "You should have told me sooner that you wanted this, too."

"Couldn't," Stephen said quietly. "You disappeared before I could."

Abby winced, her face looking stricken. "Stephen..." What? She was sorry? She hated that she had hurt him? There was nothing she could ever do to make up for the pain she had caused them.

"They were supposed to be a surprise," Stephen said, looking down at the scarves in his hands. "To show you we were interested in taking things to a different level."

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm so very sorry."

She had brought her hands up to cover her mouth and turned to leave the bedroom. Her own actions -- even though she had thought it was the right thing to do at the time -- had hurt them so much and she wasn't sure she would ever be able to do anything to make up for that.

"Abby, no." Stephen's voice was quiet. "Don't go. I wouldn't have brought these out if I didn't think we should use them now. If I hadn't shaken free from the mental association I had with them."

She swallowed hard, looking from him to Becker and then back to him again. "I liked the blue and gray ones," she said hesitantly. "They look pretty."

"For you or for him?" Stephen asked.

"Black and silver for Hilary," Abby said meeting his eyes, feeling shy again. "Blue and gray for me."

Stephen smiled at that, setting the blue and gray scarves down. "Chair, Hilary," he said, pointing to the chair in the corner of the room. "Sit."

Becker stifled a whimper at the look in Stephen's eyes and just obeyed.

"How's this?" Stephen asked as he tied Becker's wrists down. "Too tight?"

Becker shook his head. "Perfect."

Abby just watched all of this silently, her eyes slowly darkening.

Stephen kissed Becker roughly before pulling back, turning his attention to Abby. "You, my dear, are far too overdressed."

"You'll just have fix that, then, won't you?"

"I will," he agreed, a smile playing across his lips as he crossed over to her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her soundly as his hands crept up under her shirt.

She leaned against him, her lips parting beneath his.

He nipped teasingly at her lower lip before pulling back to tug her shirt up. "Off. Now."

"Someone's bossy," Becker teased from his spot.

"Don't make me gag you, too, Hilary."

It didn't take Abby long to get out of her shirt and it was made easier for Stephen by the fact that she wasn't wearing anything beneath it.

Stephen dropped her shirt to the floor and slid his fingers beneath the waistband of her pants. "These have to go, too, love."

Abby gave him a small grin and undid her pants, letting them fall to the floor. She wasn't wearing anything beneath the pants, either.

"You little minx," Stephen said, laughing softly. "You really weren't kidding when you said it was time we shagged you senseless."

"No, I wasn't. I miss you guys really badly. I'm not going to break."

"It hasn't been that long since you had Leslee, though," Becker pointed out, looking up from testing the restraints. Because really, it wouldn't do to need them retied midway through things.

"I need you guys," she finally said. "I feel like I'm missing a part of myself."

"Then let's get you all nice and tied down so we can make you stop feeling that way," Stephen said.

Abby nodded her head seriously. She knew they didn't understand how she felt like she was missing a piece of herself with them since they were all together again and happy. However, she hoped tonight would be better at explaining since words made no sense.

Neither of them understood, but Stephen had a little bit of an idea. Because yes they were happy together again, but at the same time this was a last hurdle they had to get over if everything was going to be completely all right again.

He guided her to the bed and helped her onto it, making sure she was comfortable to begin with before he tied her wrists to the headboard.

Becker watched with fascination; it was rare to see Stephen this deliberately gentle and it was a sight he loved seeing.

Abby kept watching Becker as Stephen worked at tying her down. Yes, it had been his idea, but she still needed to make sure that he was absolutely sure of it.

Becker gave her a reassuring smile. "God, you're beautiful like this, Abby."

She blushed. "You both look really hot, you know?"

"Oh, really?" This was from Becker, since Stephen was still making sure Abby was restrained comfortably.

She nodded. "You're restrained, but you still have an air of command around you."

"She's right," Stephen said as he stepped back to undress, removing his shirt slowly. "It's like you know you're in control even though you're tied down."

Abby nodded, watching Stephen get undressed.

"It's ridiculously hot watching you two already," Becker admitted. "I could tell you what to do and you'd do it. Having control over a situation like that... it's intense."

"I'm impatient to see how intense it could be," Abby answered honestly. "The only thing that would make this even more intense would be if I couldn't see what Stephen was going to do before you told him to."

Becker contemplated it a second before shaking his head. "Next time," he decided.

Abby nodded in acceptance, but secretly wondered how much that decision was because of the fear they had all felt for that short time she was blind.

"And there will definitely be a next time," he promised with a smirk more typical of Stephen.

She smiled back at him. "I'm looking forward to it, then."

Stephen finished undressing and joined Abby on the bed, kissing her deeply as he positioned himself.

She tested own scarves and then eyed Stephen. "While I understand that you still worry that I'll break, I'm pretty sure you can get these restraints a little bit tighter, my love."

"Oh, I could," he agreed. "But I'm not going to. Not at the risk of them being too tight."

"And if I managed to get free at the wrong point?"

"You being able to maybe get free is better than tying them too tightly and hurting you," Stephen said. "Because that's not happy pain. That's not the kind of pain we like causing."

She nodded, testing at the restraints again.

"Next time, though," he promised. "This is about exploring and having fun."

She grinned at both men. "I'll have to start making a list..."

Becker whimpered. "Please do."

She looked over him and smiled shyly. "I think I will. Now that I can..." She blushed. "Can tell you."

"You better tell us," Stephen said, kneeling between Abby's legs. "We can't satisfy you if you don't tell us how."

"But you always do, anyway," Abby said in confusion. "Always."

"But we do it with all the things we already know you like," Becker said, looking at the two of them. "We can't do the new things to you if you don't tell us about them."

"Oh. I never really thought about that."

"So really, all you have to do is tell us about them sometime." Becker grinned at her, smirking a little.

The reason for that smirk became evident a second later, when Stephen lifted Abby's hips slightly and entered her while she was distracted by Becker.

"Oh," Abby said in surprise and then smiled slightly, shivering a little. She had enjoyed that unexpected beginning.

"Mmm, you liked that," Stephen observed, his voice husky. "I'll have to keep that in mind."

Becker whimpered again, the tone of Stephen's voice getting to him even though Stephen wasn't even talking to him.

"Uh huh," she nodded, her eyes wide and dark as she focused on his voice. When she heard Becker whimper, she shivered again.

"You like being tied down, don't you?" Stephen thrust slowly. "I can tell you already want to react with your hands. It's entirely different when you can't, isn't it?"

Abby nodded, trying to squirm a little. "Yes," she whispered, just loud enough so that Becker would be able to hear her, too. "So different."

"But good, at the same time," Becker said, shifting uncomfortably. "All you can do is just... take it and beg for more." He didn't even realize his voice had dropped into that register that Abby so adored.

Abby realized that Becker's voice had dropped and with him talking to her like that and Stephen doing what he was doing? She knew that she was possibly going to be begging one or the both of them before the night was out.

Which was pretty much their goal, really. And talking to Abby the way he was kept Becker's mind off the uncomfortable tightness of his pants, so... Abby was doomed, pretty much.

If Abby had been thinking, she would have suggested that Becker take his pants off before they both restrained by Stephen. However, the two of them talking to her had caused all logical thoughts to go right out of her head.

"Harder, Stephen," Becker urged breathlessly. "You know she wants it. I can see it in her eyes."

Becker was right, but hearing him say it caused all kinds of delightful sensations to move through Abby. She did her best to squirm against him, not being able to use her hands to pull him closer to her.

Stephen just grinned and thrust harder, his kneeling position letting him lift Abby's hips up a little more to hit her just right.

"God," she whimpered. "Oh God." She shook her head, trying to focus. "This... this is so amazing...intense."

"That's it, Abby," Becker urged, tugging at the restraints even though he knew full well they weren't going to give.

She squirmed against Stephen, looking into his eyes and then turning to look at Becker. He was the one issuing commands, after all.

"Hold out, Abby," Becker ordered. "Do not let yourself even think about coming until he has first."

She bit back a whimper. It wasn't that she was close enough to do so yet, but that commanding tome in Becker's voice? That tone was starting to send more shivers through her.

"You are ridiculously hot when you're ordering us around," Stephen said to Becker, stifling a gasp.

"Oh, I'm always hot and you know it."

Abby nodded in agreement. It was up to them to decide if she was agreeing with one or both of them.

It made sense for her to be agreeing with both of them, really.

Stephen shifted slightly, thrusting harder at a certain angle that Abby had seemed to respond to. He loved getting her to respond to him. And he loved getting her to respond for Becker, too.

Abby moaned when he did that, her tongue coming out to lick her bottom lip. She stretched her neck up, trying to kiss him.

Stephen grinned, shifting position and leaning down to kiss her, resting his weight on his forearms.

She whimpered into his mouth, sucking on his bottom lip.

Becker let out a frustrated growl low in his throat; this was the point where, if he was free, he'd be stripping and joining in.

That frustrated growl did remarkable things to her insides and she made a mewling noise in her throat loud enough for Hilary to hear her.

Oh God, he loved that noise. It almost made up for the frustration of not being able to join in. Almost.

But he had wanted this, because as torturous as it was not to be able to participate, the two of them were absolutely beautiful together.

Abby had no idea how they looked to Hilary, but she wanted to make sure he was still enjoying himself with the two of them restrained like this. Her eyes directed a question over to him as Stephen was biting along her neck and shoulder.

He looked at her with dark eyes. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he asked, his voice husky. "Being completely at Stephen's mercy."

She nodded, whimpering at something Stephen did before focusing on Hilary again. "You're still all right..?"

"Aside from being pretty damn sure I'm going to come in my pants, I'm bloody fantastic, love."

She blushed and squirmed at the mental image he was painting for her.

He caught the blush and laughed softly. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? You want me to be so turned on I come in my pants, don't you?"

"We can make that happen," Stephen whispered in Abby's ear, quiet enough that Becker couldn't hear. "If you really want it, love."

"Oh god," Abby breathed so low that only Stephen would have been able to hear her. "Oh god." She nodded her head against him, lifting her hips against him.

Stephen chuckled softly and thrust harder, turning his head to look over at Becker as he did so.

Taking her cues from Stephen, Abby leaned up as far as she could to run her tongue along Stephen's throat, her eyes not leaving Becker's.

"Oh, Jesus," Becker whimpered. "Jesus, you two are incorrigible."

"But you love us," Abby murmured, her voice going to a husky tone.

"Uh-huh." Actual words were so completely beyond him at the moment.

She ran her tongue along Stephen's skin again, nipping lightly once or twice.

Stephen moaned at that, thrusting harder -- and still looking Becker right in the eyes.

That moan went right through Becker; he threw his head back, bucking his hips and letting out a keening whimper as he came.

Abby couldn't help the grin that crossed her features as she watched Becker.

"Oh God," he gasped. "Haven't done that since... well, the first time I was with Stephen."

She smiled, laying her head back down and rolling her hips against Stephen. "It was a pretty sight to see, love."

"It was," Stephen agreed, his voice tight. "Knowing it was because of us, because you wanted to be with us."

Abby nodded in agreement. "Knowing that we can cause you to lose control without even touching you."

"Stephen got me off that first time just by talking to me," Becker said breathlessly. "It was the first time we'd met, the first time we'd gone out for drinks, and as it turns out, the first time we made each other come."

Stephen didn't bother biting back the moan that escaped him. "God, he's hot when he talks like that, isn't he?"

Abby whimpered and nodded. "So unlike him." She looked over at Becker. "He did?"

Becker nodded, smiling at the memory. "We were both a little drunk and somehow the subject of doing that came up."

"Because you said I had a voice made for that kind of thing," Stephen said.

This time it was Abby that moaned when she thought about it.

"That's right, I did." Becker laughed softly. "Well, I was right about it."

Abby had no doubt about that, really.

"I have all sorts of tricks up my sleeve," Stephen said. "Stick with me long enough, you'll see 'em all."

Abby whimpered again, squirming a little more.

"She's so close, Stephen," Becker said. "I can see it on her face."

"I can, too," Stephen said, his attention focused on Abby's face. "But she doesn't get to come. Not yet."

Abby growled a little at him, nipping at his chest.

"He said you don't, after all," Stephen said, whimpering at the nip. "And I don't know about you, but I don't want to disobey him."

Rebellion flashed momentarily in Abby's eyes, and then she smiled a slow smile. It was a wicked smile and the only way to describe that smile was trouble.

But it was the kind of trouble that Stephen loved. Smirking at her, he pulled back to almost withdraw before bucking his hips forward.

If Abby had her hands free, her nails would probably have been digging furrows in Stephen's back by now. When he withdrew, she met his eyes, before looking over at Becker. When Stephen thrust into her again, she stared directly at Becker as she tightened herself around Stephen.

Becker stared back at her, still not entirely able to believe she'd actually wanted this. Or that she was looking at him while Stephen was doing things to her.

"I love you," she murmured, making sure that he heard her. "I love you both very much."

"And we love you," Becker replied, trying to reach out to her and letting out a frustrated growl at the restraints.

That growl caused shivers to move through her, and therefore Stephen, too.

Stephen shuddered. "Oh God, don't do that," he said. "You're going to push me right over the edge."

"I thought that was the point, love?"

"I want this to last, though. I want it to be good for you."

"It is. Oh it is."

That reassurance was apparently the last thing Stephen needed before he came, and when he did, it was with an utterly unrepentant groan.

Abby bit her lip, arching her body against him as she tried to help him ride out his orgasm.

Stephen thrust once more, then a second time, before going still against Abby.

She dropped her head, nuzzling his neck.

Stephen slid a hand slowly up and down Abby's side, in that deliberate way that he knew she liked.

She made a muted keening sound when he did that, her body shivering at his touch.

"That's it," Stephen whispered. "That's my girl." He slid his hand up to cup a breast. "You're close, love. So close. Give in."

Abby whimpered, her entire body arching up into his touch.

"Do it, Abby," Becker said, his voice still husky. "Take control back."

Abby made another keening whimper that turned into a low growl as she arched up against Stephen again, her teeth nipping at his shoulder.

Stephen's hands were busy wandering over Abby's body now, touching all the sensitive spots.

Her body felt like it was one single, never-ending sensation and she jerked against him, her whole body quivering as she was poised on that edge.

Stephen cupped a breast again, very deliberately pinching her nipple between two fingers, tugging at it gently.

She moaned squirming against him. "Stephen..." She swallowed. "Stephen I need..." She needed him to bite her, but she had never quite gotten the courage to tell him to do that. She looked over at Hilary as she squirmed in her restraints. He always knew what she didn't know to say, it seemed. She wanted to come for them, to make them both feel like they made her feel, but she seemed to be stuck on the very edge of falling apart and didn't know how to let go now that she was so wound up.

Becker nodded slightly. "She needs you to bite her, Stephen. She needs that last little push."

"Then that's what I'll do." Stephen lowered his head, nipping lightly at Abby's neck before putting a little more force into it. He would've done anything Abby asked him to do -- or that Hilary told him she wanted him to do.

Like Becker said, that was the last push that Abby needed to make her come apart at the seams. When he bit harder, she started to come, bucking up against his body with more force than she had used ever before. The intensity of her orgasm frightened her a little because it had never been like this, and she wasn't holding onto anything to anchor her.

Which was probably why it was so intense. Without something to hold onto and unconsciously hold a little piece of her back, Abby felt herself falling and kept seeing shards of light behind her eyes. She kept falling over that edge, the only sounds coming from her were keening sobs of her boys' names.

The sight of Abby coming with such sheer abandon was very nearly enough to make Becker come a second time. "So beautiful," he said, awe filling his voice. "So, so beautiful. And it's a sight only we'll ever see, because she's ours."

Abby would have been happy to agree that she was only theirs, but she was trying very hard to find her body again and only able to repeat his and Stephen's names.

Stephen withdrew and moved to untie Abby.

When she was untied, her arms immediately went around his neck.

He wrapped an arm around her and held her close.

"Stephen," she sobbed. "Hilary."

"Ssh, shh," Stephen soothed. "It's all right. I'm sorry if we took it too far."

"NO!" She shook her head. "Amazing. So amazing." She swallowed. "Need you both to hold me."

"Let me untie him, then, and we'll hold you for as long as you want."

She nodded, letting go of him slowly and laying back against the pillows.

Stephen untied Becker quickly, wanting to get back to Abby as fast as they could. Becker had other ideas, though, at least for the moment. As soon as he was standing, he pulled Stephen to him and kissed him fiercely. "I wanted to kiss you like that the entire time you two were shagging," he said with a whimper as he finally pulled back.

Stephen just grinned as he joined Abby on the bed. "Delayed gratification made it so much better, though."

"Oh, yeah," Becker agreed as he sat on Abby's other side.

She pulled them both to her, her body still shuddering from tremors caused by her orgasm. Her mind was still swirling around somewhere.

"That was amazing," Becker said softly, nuzzling the side of Abby's head.

She nodded, and then nodded again.

"Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you for letting me watch you two like that."

"I love you," she said quietly. "Love you so much."

"I love you, too."

Stephen smiled at the sight of the two of them. "Next time, I'm the one restrained." He smirked at Becker. "Or feel free to just handcuff me."

"You're not going to let the damn handcuff thing go, are you?" Becker was too distracted by the idea of Stephen being restrained to be upset.

"No, because it's damn hot." Stephen grinned. "And you always used to like handcuffing me. Be interesting to see if you still do."

Abby pulled Stephen closer so she could hold onto both of them. Her brain was starting to function again -- at least enough to pay attention to the conversation that they were having. She listened in silence for a couple of moments as she curled close to both of them.

"Do either of you even have handcuffs?" she asked in curiosity. "Where would we even get a pair or two?"

"Could ask Anne," Stephen teased. It was no secret that he'd slept with Becker's sister a few times before they'd realized they made far better friends than shag buddies.

"Oh, God, no. We are not borrowing my sister's sex handcuffs," Becker said. "Because think about who those have been used on. I like the guy, but no. Just no." He may have been turning a faint shade of red. "Besides, I... uh... kinda never got rid of mine."

Abby shook her head almost violently at Stephen.

Stephen would've said something to soothe Abby, but he was distracted by Becker's admission. "You didn't? So you still have the exact ones you used on me?"

Becker nodded slightly.

Abby was quiet as she was curled up between them. She was, however, listening to this conversation quite eagerly.

"Why didn't you get rid of them?" Stephen wondered. "They had to have reminded you of me."

"That's exactly why I never got rid of them," Becker said.

"Even when you're unhappy and sad, you don't want to get rid of everything that reminds you of the ones you loved and lost," Abby ventured quietly. "I didn't get rid of anything that reminded me of you, Stephen, even after you left the ARC. And when I left, I didn't get rid of anything that reminded me of the two of you."

"I'm glad you didn't," Stephen said to Becker. "And not just because I want us to use them again someday, but also because they're a reminder of me that's not exactly typical."

Abby nodded. She would never have known that handcuffs were a reminder of Stephen.

"I mean, sure, they're something you'd have to explain if someone ever found them in your place, but they're something private. Something that was just ours." He reached over, trailing his fingers along Becker's jawline tenderly.

"Why would he have to explain anything?" Abby demanded fiercely. "His place."

"Could potentially have to explain, depending on who found them," he amended, biting back a smile.

"Who would be snooping into his things?"

"I don't know. Family, maybe?"

"Stephen, be nice," Becker chided. "Abby, love, I get his point. Handcuffs are the kind of thing that people tend to blink at when they know you own them. I'd feel compelled to come up with some kind of an explanation, even if it wasn't the truth."

"Oh. If they don't like what they may find then they shouldn't be snooping in your stuff."

"They're not that difficult to find," Becker pointed out. "You could find them right now if you looked through my things."

No, Becker, do not give her a challenge, even if you don't mean it as one.

"I wouldn't go through your things," she said closing her eyes.

"He's saying you can look for them right now if you want to and he won't mind," Stephen said softly.

She opened one eye. "That would require me being able to get out of this bed right now." She gave a small smile. "But, I might be able to guess where they are."

"If you can guess where they are, you get to see them," Becker said, a distinctly shy note in his voice.

She thought for a long moment, chewing on her lip. "In the back corner of your closet, hidden in the extra gun case with the Glock?"

Becker's response was to slide out of bed and head for the closet, pulling the gun case out and opening it to retrieve the handcuffs. Hey, he had promised.

Abby sat up against Stephen to watch Becker get the handcuffs. She hoped he asked her how she guessed, because she wouldn't want either one of them to think that she had been snooping in their privacy -- or ever would.

Becker carried the cuffs almost gently over to the bed. He held them out to Abby as he sat on the edge of the bed. He felt remarkably vulnerable right then, something he usually hated.

She reached over to take them, leaning in to kiss him deeply as she did so.

He whimpered softly. "How'd you know?" he asked when she pulled back. "Am I really that obvious?"

She shook her head. "No. I just know..." She swallowed. "I know where I hide the things that are that important to me. In the extra gun case you have me keep in my closet."

"What do you hide there?" he asked curiously, in a tone that said she didn't have to answer if she didn't really want to.

She looked embarrassed. "One of your guns, a gun of Stephen's. A ring of Stephen's... a silver chain of yours." There was one more thing but she wasn't ready to reveal that yet.

"Hey..." he said gently. "It's okay. You don't have to say anything else."

"I just ... I needed to have them when I lost you two."

"I'm glad you had them," Becker said. "Because they made you feel that we weren't really gone, like we were still there with you. And it hurt a little, but on the worst nights, when the pain got to be too much, you'd bring the case out and look at everything and no matter how much it hurt to look at everything... it made you feel better, too."

She nodded. "How do you know what I did?"

"Because it's what I did after Stephen left me," Becker said, his voice quiet.

She reached out and pulled him against the two of them.

Becker leaned against them. "I have a picture of the three of us in mine," he volunteered. "A picture of us, the handcuffs, a little toy animal that reminds me of you, Abby."

"I didn't have any photos," she said quietly. "I didn't want to take any of the albums away from you guys because I was afraid you'd forget about me without them."

"That would never have happened, no matter how long we were apart," Stephen said fiercely.

She nodded. "But we're here and we're together again like we're meant to be."

"I don't have anything hidden in the gun case," Stephen volunteered suddenly. "I hide my things in a dresser drawer."

Abby grinned. "Always have to be different."

"I want them closer at hand," he retorted. "Because I still have moments where I'm scared that this is all going to end. Not many of them, I admit. But I still have those moments. And when I have them, I like having my reminders within easy reach."

She shook her head and leaned up to kiss him. "You're stuck with us. We're not going anywhere."

"I know," he said, smiling against her lips. "I know."

She grinned and then looked back at Becker. "You're stuck with us, too."

"Oh, I know." Becker returned the grin. "If you want a picture to hide with everything else, take one."

"I have the real thing, now."

"You should have a picture, though," Stephen said. "It's only fair."

"It means that much to you guys?"

"It does," Becker said with a nod.

"Then we'll get one for me to put in there later."

"Good." Becker smiled at her. "Because even if you never need it, you should have it."

She smiled at their logic and nodded in agreement. She would never need it, but it would be nice to have.

Stephen idly brushed his fingers over Abby's face. "I love you so much, Abby."

She leaned her face into his touch. "I love you, too."

"It means the world to me that you let me do that to you." He smiled slightly. "It's one of the things Hilary and I talked about when you were gone."

"I've wanted to have that done for quite awhile." Oh that immediately sparked her interest. "You did?"

"Yeah, we did."

"Tell me!"

Becker looked embarrassed as he said, "We talked about how beautiful you'd be all tied up and naked and waiting for us."

Her eyes widened. "Really?"

Becker just nodded.

"There's only one logistics problem with me being tied up and somewhere waiting for the two of you."

"What's that?"

"In order for me to be tied up and naked and waiting for you to come to me, someone else would have to help me get into that situation. The two of you are a little possessive about me and other people seeing me without clothes on."

"We wouldn't be if it was a girl who helped you get into it," Becker offered.

"Jenny?"

"As long as it results in you being naked and tied up and waiting for us, I could live with it," was Stephen's response.

She got a very thoughtful look on her face.

"Oh, tell me that's the 'I'm considering it' face," Becker said, suddenly not so shy and embarrassed.

"Very much so."

"Please." Becker shifted uncomfortably.

She reached her hand over to caress him through his pants. "I'll talk to Jenny."

He shifted against her hand. "Good."

She squeezed him gently.

His only reaction was an incoherent moan and a slight twitch of his hips.

She loved it when she made him sound like that. She was still against Stephen, but it didn't stop her from leaning over and kissing Becker through his pants.

"Oh, he likes that," Stephen observed.

She smiled and nuzzled him, then kissed him again.

"You're mean," Becker managed to whimper.

Her teeth moved along the fabric of his pants, and then she started tugging at the zipper, working it down with her teeth.

"That is hot," Stephen murmured, watching in fascination.

Since she was close to Stephen, Abby wiggled her ass so that she rubbed against him while she finished undoing Becker's pants while using only her mouth.

"Oh God the thoughts I'm having right now," Stephen gasped.

Curious about those thoughts, Abby rubbed against Stephen again, and then ran her mouth along Becker's erection through his boxers.

"I'm thinking about taking you from behind," Stephen said, gasping again. "While he's in your mouth."

Abby lifted her head enough to turn a hungry gaze on him. "Please."

"What do you think, Hilary?" he asked, looking at Becker. "You want that?"

"Fuck yes."

Abby smiled, moving back to rub against Stephen again before she lowered her mouth to just breathe on Becker through the cloth.

"Get him naked, Abby," Stephen ordered. "I can't wait very long."

Abby nodded and used her hands to start pulling at Becker's clothes. She wanted him naked just as much as Stephen did.

Becker shrugged his shirt off quickly, at the same time as he lifted his hips slightly to help Abby with his pants.

Abby tugged his pants and boxers down, peeling them off of his legs and dropping them to the floor. Or well, in that general direction.

"God, he's beautiful," Stephen said, already moving to kneel.

"Yeah, he is," she agreed before she leaned forward and ran her tongue slowly along the side of his cock.

"He's beautiful and he's ours." The possession was clear in Stephen's voice.

"No one else's." Abby's voice was low.

"Ours forever."

She would have responded, but she was busy licking Becker on the other side of his erection. She dragged her tongue against him very slowly.

Stephen, for his part, was kneeling behind Abby, pressing against her and getting ready to move.

She pressed back against him as she started taking Becker into her mouth.

Stephen entered Abby slowly, carefully, not wanting to go too fast considering what else was going on.

She made what might have been a whimpering sound as she curled her tongue around Becker's tip, sucking on it gently.

"God yes," Becker whimpered, letting his eyes drift closed.

"No," Stephen said forcefully. "Keep your eyes open, Hilary. I want to be able to see the look in your eyes when she makes you come."

Abby shuddered. She just really enjoyed it when one of the boys was in such a dominant mood.

Becker obediently opened his eyes. "Whatever you say."

Stephen grinned and rested his hands on Abby's hips, thrusting gently.

With every thrust from Stephen, Abby took a little more of Becker into her mouth and then into her throat.

Becker moaned, fisting the covers in his hands.

When she had taken him completely into her throat, she did something that she knew drove him crazy. She swallowed, tightening her throat along his length.

Times like this, he was especially glad she knew him so well; he bucked his hips slightly.

She moaned when he did that and both he and Stephen would have felt that moan with how they were all currently connected.

Stephen moaned at that, his hands tightening slightly as he thrust harder into Abby.

She shoved back against his thrusts as her mouth started moving up and down on Becker.

Becker shuddered as Abby's mouth moved on him. "Oh God," he said, looking at Stephen. "Oh, God."

She liked that sound and swallowed again.

Becker lifted his hips slightly at the same time as Stephen thrust.

Abby moaned at the sensation of being thrust into by them both at the same time.

Stephen grinned at that and looked at Becker; the two of them settled into a slow, lazy pattern of mutual thrusts.

If Abby could have spoken, she would have been the one calling them both God. She couldn't believe how intense this was feeling. She had been focused on making sure that Hilary was feeling good... but they were both making her feel incredibly filled and excited. She would have to ask them later why they had never tried this before.

That was exactly how they wanted her to feel. This was a time for new things, which made it the perfect time to have tried this.

Abby moved back against Stephen to meet his thrusts, even as she relaxed her throat to take in Becker's thrusts. She was going to tell them later that they should do this more often.

The position they were all in meant Stephen didn't have a choice but to be more gentle than he might've been ordinarily; he was amused that the only time he could be truly gentle with her was when Becker was filling her mouth.

When Abby was told of that realization, she would probably be just as amused as he was. However, right now, she was too focused on how it felt to have the two of them like this. She swallowed around Becker at the same time she tightened herself around Stephen.

Becker reached down to run the fingers of one hand through Abby's hair, his eyes never leaving Stephen's as the two of them carefully thrust into the woman they loved.

Abby whimpered softly as she was between the two of them. She couldn't believe how amazing this felt.

That whimper made Stephen shudder.

Abby felt that shudder and she reached a hand behind her to brush against his leg.

Stephen ran his hands up from her sides to roam her back lightly.

She whimpered again, her mouth moving just the smallest bit faster on Becker.

Becker just moaned loudly, his hand fisting in Abby's hair.

These two were going to kill her with sensation, she just knew it. Of course, they weren't going to get any complaints out of her over it.

Stephen's thrusts were going even more gentle the closer to the edge he got. He didn't want to lose control and hurt Abby. Any other time, maybe, but not when she was occupied with Becker.

Abby whimpered again, her mouth picking up more speed as she felt Stephen getting closer to the edge. She was determined that she was going to make both of them come before she did.

Stephen had a similar plan, which was admirable but at the same time hell on him.

She arched her back, moving herself against him.

"Oh God," Stephen whimpered, his voice tight. He was close, so close, but he couldn't let himself come before either of them.

Abby knew that tone of whimper and she did it again, tightening her muscles around him as she tilted her head so that she could take Becker completely into her throat.

That tightening sent him over the edge, throwing his head back and moaning her name loudly as he came.

She whimpered, but managed to hang onto herself while she focused on causing Becker to follow right after Stephen.

Becker tried to hold out, but with Abby's mouth on him and Stephen giving him that smoldering little smirk, it was absolutely impossible; he arched his back slightly as he came with a nearly incoherent whimper.

Abby would have felt triumphant if it wasn't for the fact that feeling both of her boys lose control with her at the same time caused her to fall over that edge she had been trying so hard to fight.

"Holy shit," Becker said, laughing breathlessly. "Oh, my God. That was amazing."

Abby flopped over on her side, trying to get her breath back, but she nodded in agreement.

Stephen lay on the bed next to them. "Oh, you two... that was hot. Ridiculously so. And I have wanted to do that to the two of you for ages."

"Should have," she finally managed to say. "Will."

"I'm not sure what was more amazing," he said. "The look on Hilary's face the entire time or the fact that we had you so completely filled."

"Filled. Oh god." She nodded. "Felt amazing."

"Ever think about it?" he wondered aloud.

"Of some way having you both at the same time? Yes."

"She thought about it and she liked it," Becker said, his voice lazy.

She nodded. She shuffled positions on the bed so she could lay her head on Becker's shoulder, and then pulled Stephen to them, too. "Uh huh."

Stephen draped his arm over the two of them. "I love our daughter, but getting her out of the flat for a night was the best idea you've ever had," he said to Abby.

"Jenny said we needed it."

"So it wasn't your idea?"

"I thought if I let someone take her too soon it would make me a bad mum," she admitted. "But I wanted alone time with you guys, desperately. Jenny talked me around my worries."

"Letting just anyone take her would've made you a bad mum," Becker said. "But you let Jenny take her. Jenny adores her."

"We're not allowed to pick her up until after tea time," Abby said. "Jenny said we should make the most of our first night alone."

"Ooh, does this mean lots of shagging?" Becker asked hopefully.

Abby laughed, reaching up to tug on his hair. "Yes, if you and Stephen are up for it. I might have tired you out, I realize."

"Give it a few minutes and I'm sure one of us will be ready again," he said, moaning.

She smiled, tugging on his hair again before turning her face to Stephen.

"You love exploiting that hair-tugging kink he has, don't you?" Stephen teased.

"Just as much as I love biting on your shoulder."

"Which, by the way, means you are an evil woman."

"Because I know what my boys enjoy?"

"Because you torture us with it." But Stephen was grinning as he said it.

"You have plenty of ways you return that torture, mate."

"Between us, I think we know all the things you like."

"So if I'm evil, then you are, too."

"Yup. Never said we weren't."

She laughed delightedly. "But you two are my evil." She flushed. She knew that she was probably calling them hers too often, but she had been so scared before and she needed to remind herself that she did belong here.

"Damn right we are," Becker said, and there was a distinctly fierce note in his voice.

She turned her head to him. "Can I ask you guys something. It's kind of stupid... but kind of important to know, too."

"Nothing with you is stupid," Stephen said.

She took a deep breath. "Does it bother you that I'm been so possessive and continuously staking claims and calling you mine all of the time? I know I've been doing it a lot, lately."

"I don't know Hilary's feelings on it, but I know I like it," Stephen said. "It makes me feel like I really belong here. I know I do, don't get me wrong, but every time you stake a claim or call me yours, it's an extra little reminder that just confirms it for me."

"Hilary?" she asked softly.

"It tells me that you still want me here. I mean, it's like he said. I know you still want me here, I don't think you don't, but those extra little reminders are nice to have."

She looked relieved.

"And if we ever did have a problem with it, we'd tell you," Becker said. "We'd be gentle, but we'd say something."

She nodded. "I know you would."

"But I don't see us ever having a problem with it, so everything's all good." Becker grinned cheerfully.

She looked even more relieved. "All right."

"You really were worried about it, weren't you?" Stephen observed.

She nodded. "Yeah. A bit."

"Well, you don't need to be."

"Ok," she said softly.

"We love you, Abby," Stephen said gently. "We want to be yours."

"I know you do. I just... I keep claiming you two an awful lot and I don't think I've had one conversation with you guys lately where somehow I didn't have to say that you were mine. I don't... I don't know why I have to."

"Because you were separated from us for so long," Stephen said. "You need to remind yourself that it didn't really change anything between us."

"Yes," she said softly. "And it feels different now than before." She bit her lip, not wanting to hurt them by why it felt different.

"Why?" Becker asked softly.

"Please, promise me you won't get hurt or mad?" She swallowed, picking at the comforter they were laying on. "Before when I would do it, I wasn't sure if you were mine or if all of the words being used to claim you or you claim me was just a way to make things seem normal and not falling apart, Now, now it does feel right and it does feel real. When I hear one of you say that I'm yours, I feel a lot of things and sparks that were missing before and I know that I am yours. When I claim you or say you're mine... it feels right and that I do have a place I belong with you."

Becker bit his lip, looking away for a second. "We may not have gotten along then, but one thing we always meant was that you were ours," he finally said.

"I hurt you." Abby said quietly. "I shouldn't have said anything."

"No!" Becker said, looking panicked. "I'm just not... well, not very good at talking about that point in our lives. Because I'm ashamed of myself for most of it."

"But things are right, now, Hilary. We're together like we belong."

"We are," he agreed. "I just wish I hadn't helped hurt you so badly."

"You didn't mean to and it's all in the past now."

"Yeah, it is." He smiled at her. "I'm glad it changed. I'm glad you feel like we really are yours now."

"You are both very much mine."

"Just like you're ours."

"Yes," she said instantly and without hesitation.

Both men smiled at that. "I still like hearing you say you're ours," Becker admitted.

"I am yours," Abby repeated. "Always and forever."

Part Two