Your Biggest Mistake-Chase and Anna...

[Chase Firebrand]

Chase paid little attention to where his hand was placed; it was Anna's hand that had placed it there, and her other hand was currently absorbing all of Chase's attention. His kisses against her deepened as his hand started to work absentmindedly but diligently against the surface she'd brought him to. There was nothing to do but take what he could and echo it back.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael didn't see what hand was on his belt, but when it brushed his skin he knew it wasn't Anna, but he didn't care, he twisted his hips to give better access and his own hand found the button of Anna's pants, which he started messing with blindly. He traced the lines of Anna's ribs and back with his free hand, his mind gone and his blood rushing, skin tingling. Something about the difference in the masculine feel of the new hand versus Anna's smaller hand gave him an unexpected chill and he nearly took the hand. He had always loved hands.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Anna's hand had been pushed away from Michael in the process. Amazed at what she realized was going on, she opened her eyes to the sight of the two men. She took in the contrast of bare skin on Michael and the clothed top of Chase and made quick work of the shirt without disrupting the actions of her other hand on Chase. She ran her fingers along his chest before returning her hand to circle the muscular line of Michael's abs. She moved against Michael, finally knowing what she wanted.

[Chase Firebrand]

Chase's mind had flown with the attention he was getting. Even the motion against his hand and the realization of exactly what that hand was doing didn't phase him. If anything, he took the opportunity he'd been given to distract Michael. He was too far gone to argue now, in far too deep to stop. There was nothing left but give and take, and he'd take whatever he could get.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

A low sound escaped Michael's lips from Anna's sure movements, it was a strange contrast to how she had been in the club the last time they had been together, and he rather liked it. He was in an uncomfortable position with his arm between Chase and Anna that was at the front of her pants, and so he moved his arm, his hand coming to rest on Chase's shoulder. It was no longer a contest to see who could get her attention, but rather a desperate need for release and for exploration into something he had long been tempted to try.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Anna was no longer aware of the boys as individuals, they just were. There was no longer a competition to steal her away, but a unity to completion. It seemed everything was becoming a confused blur as the group moved toward a common goal.

[Chase Firebrand]

Chase lost himself in everything, lost his mind, his ability to think or reason. He couldn't have said how any of this happened. There was no explanation, no excuses. Nothing but a blur that ended in a tangle of limbs on the floor and and a look of stunned satisfaction and sated curiosity. It was unexpected, undeniably surreal, and yet...he wouldn't take back a moment of it. All he could think was the vague idea that after this, anything else would pale in comparison.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael knew why Emilian had always asked him to join in, a satisfied smile came over his face as he settled his arms around Anna. But...there were Chase's arms as well, and the realization came over him of what had happened. A strange chill ran over him, but it wasn't bad, only different. He pulled up Anna's hand, kissing her fingertips, and looked over at Chase, remembering the sensations that had come from his hands. He kept his mouth closed, he had a feeling that it would get very awkward if words came.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Anna smiled lazily as she moved her head to look at each of her partners in turn before allowing it to settle back against their arms once more. Her eyes closed and she let out a final satisfied sigh. Completely exhausted physically, her mind began to take control once more. She wondered how this had ever come to be, and what would happen next. She couldn't imagine things ever being the same again after tonight.

[Chase Firebrand]

Chase met Anna's gaze with one equally as hazy, but it was when his eyes found Michael's that the intensity returned. It seemed he''d underestimated...everything. He wouldn't forget this. Chase's arm shifted, his hand sweeping lightly against Michael, a motion Anna would miss, but Michael wouldn't. Chase knew he'd affected Michael, knew what he couldn't resist, knew what had broken his control, and he wasn't above using it. He was addicted. This would never be enough.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's eyes fell down to Chase's hand, a shiver running up his spine from the light touch. His eyes trailed back up to Chase's and he dropped Anna's hand after another soft touch of his lips and took Chase's hand, his fingers running over the sensitive skin. He had never imagined that he'd react so to being with another guy, but the gentle touch of Chase's hand was intoxicating, though the thought itself confused him greatly.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Anna opened her eyes at the loss of contact from Michael. She looked at the hands before her, and blinked, eyes widening at the sight. "Hey now." She said, in a voice much huskier than she'd ever heard from her own lips. Her hands, which had been laying limp by her sides, reached out and lightly traced her fingers on both muscular chests. She wouldn't let them forget she was there, and dismissed just how disturbing the thought was.

[Chase Firebrand]

Chase could feel Anna's attempts to draw the attention back to herself, but couldn't seem to pull his gaze from Michael. "Is it always like this?" he asked, leaving the rest unspoken. Is it always like this with other guys? Or is it just us? Curiosity and far more, the unspeakable, gleamed scarlet in Chase's eyes. His hand moved against Michael's, silent questions and promises in his touch. His mind had expanded, and yet...it had narrowed to the two of them.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael couldn't pull his eyes from Chase, but he let his hand tangle in the hair at the base of her head absentmindedly. "I don't know." He had never, even with all the tempting and encouragement from Emilian, been with a guy. So why had it happened this time? It clicked that he had just lost what purity he had left to Chase and Anna and, instead of making him uncomfortable, it made him want to repeat the experience.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

"You're our first." Anna said a bit awkwardly, looking at Chase. Lately she'd wondered if Michael was the one, and assumed he'd eventually be her first. She never imagined having two firsts, but definately wouldn't give up the experience they'd just shared for anything.