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Hide and Seek	By : KissingtheShadows Category: M through R > Merlin (BBC) > Merlin (BBC) Views: 2576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This purely a work of fiction. I don't personally know any of the Merlin cast or crew, and I'm not making any sort of profit out of this.

Chapter List
- 1-Hide and Seek
- 1
The house belonged to her boss. A large, neo-classical that has stood there since the 1700s. She told Violet-who asked how it managed during the French Revolution-that the owner of the house had his servants cover the entrance of the house in bushes, old trees, and shrubs as much as they could, had them break walls or windows, destroy the carriage and let out the horses and then dismissed them with as much pay as he could give them. When mobs passed, they’d see the abandoned looking house and keep walking by it on their way to Paris. His family spent six or seven months in squalor hiding from the revolutionaries. After the revolution, he restored his family home and name amongst French society.
Violet loved the garden, filled with luscious pink and white rose bushes and gorgeous marble fountains carved down to the tiniest details of the Greek gods the French aristocrats adored. Admiring a water fountain depicting the god Aphrodite handing Paris the golden apple, she stood in the nighttime garden in her tight purple dress with a black cardigan over it fought off the chilled air. She absolutely loved the details in Aphrodite’s toga, how it swished as if she really stood in the garden with them; the etchings in Paris’s face told of all his love and wanting of the beautiful Helene of Sparta. She had a high regard for the artist.
“Boo.”
“Oh!”
Katie laughed at Violet’s reaction, the other joining in soon after. Unlike the small blonde, Katie wore a stunning black dress snuggly around her body and fell around her knees in a slant. Violet came onto the Merlin set a few weeks ago as one of their costume designers. She thought they’d all think she was some weird nerdy girl who just hid behind her clipboard and followed the head production manager around, but instead they embraced her. Everyone was so lovely towards her, especially the girls who made her feel so welcome in their little group.
“Whatcha doing here all alone?” Katie asked, handing her a champagne glass.
“I was walking back to the tent when I saw this,” She nodded to the fountain. “I recognized it as one of François Girardon’s works. I noticed it in the details and the content of the fountain. He worked on The Saturn Fountain in the Garden of Versailles, so I found it interesting a small time noble was able to commission him. I assume maybe the family was richer before the revolution, but then again, maybe Girardon needed work,” She turns to Katie giving her a teasing grin, “And I am sounding like such a nerd right now, I am going to stop…”
Katie laughed, “It’s okay. I think it’s lovely. Though, you want to know what else is lovely?” She slips her hand into Violet’s, lacing their fingers together.
“What?” She steers Violet away from the fountain, and towards the marquee set up for their fancy dinner party.
“Colin has been staring at you ever since you arrived.”
He stood underneath the lit tent with Bradley and Eoin, laughing at a joke Eoin just told. Colin, the main star of the show, wore a nice leather jacket, a buttoned shirt and jeans which showed the adorable image he projects everywhere. His dark hair looked black in the lighting, his skin glowing so the light made angles in his face. Sometimes without his knowledge, Violet stared at him. He reminded her of those marble pieces she examined in the museum Bradley showed her. She loved admiring his profile, his muscled torso, and his stature.
“He has?”
As if on cue, Colin glanced over at her. Her cheeks grew hot in their stare; his smirk made her stomach churn, and his subtle wink caused her to giggle. She looked away to Katie.
"And he’s not the only one…”
Violet occasionally caught the Merlin co-star glimpsing at her from time to time. With his broad shoulders, shiny blonde hair and square jaw, he's the kind of boy a girl would be glad to take home to the parents. They had gone on a date recently to the art museum where Violet gushed over everything while Bradley listened on with an amused smile, followed by dinner at a nice restaurant. Bradley seemed so perfect. He made her feel like a school girl whenever he winked at her, making blood rush into her cheeks and a smile curl on her face. Once Colin turned away, Bradley took a turn. She felt stupid when she gave her little hand wave instead of some cool subtle nod or flirtatious smile or something Katie would do.
"Can you please tell me how you managed to get both leads of a TV-show to drool all over you?" Katie asked teasingly.
"They don't drool over me." If anything, Violet drools over them.
"Oh yes they do. Look at you in this dress: It not only shows your amazing legs but it shapes you nicely."
"What shapes who nicely?"
Angel came over to them in a white beaded dress hanging on one shoulder. The color contrasted perfectly with her dark skin; she almost seemed to radiate in the light. Angel played alongside Bradley as Guinevere, but in real life they were only good friends. Her curly hair pinned up behind her head, she cradled a wine glass in her hands.
"Violet doesn't believe she's a stone-cold fox all the boys want," Katie answered.
"Of course they do...or well, Bradley anyways. I don't know about Colin," Angel said. "He's always so reserved. Whenever I try digging it out of him, he just changes the subject or walks away."
"You see," Katie pointed at Angel, "That's proof. Colin likes you."
"I wouldn't be surprised if they've fought over you once or twice," Angel told her.
Violet gulped some of her champagne. During her school days, she wasn't the girl boys went trailing after. She was too awkward, too nerdy, too self-conscious for them. She regrettably remembered in sixth form how she miserably failed in asking Henry Burbage to the Spring Formal. She stuttered, rambled, and eventually ended up running away from him. But, she's much older now. She's had successful experiences with men since Henry Burbage. Though, she never thought two good-looking men like Bradley and Colin would want her. She pictured them dating supermodels or actresses, not interning wardrobe designers.
"Alright everyone!" An elegant woman with a mass of black curls stood at the top of the steps. Violet saw her age in the wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, but the excessive use of "age-defying" products improved her skin's complexion. Her boss came down the stone stairs with a procession of caterers behind her, dressed in regular chef outfits while the woman wore a slinky black dress. "Dinner is here!" Her French accent mingled in with her fluent English, and years of living in England did not change it at all. "Violet, you sit beside me! There's so much I want to tell you about this house!"
Violet walked with Katie and Angel towards the marquee, where a long table sat in the middle lined with fragile china plates and wine glasses. She took a seat beside her boss, Marie Delacour, Katie beside her and Angel near Katie. Bradley and Colin took seats almost out of her view, though managed to stay in it anyways. Almost everyone attended Marie's dinner parties at least once a season if not more. You'd start out chatting over cocktails and ended stumbling into the back of a taxi. Other than them, Marie invited the producers, other designers, hairdressers, make-up artists, and various recurring guest stars Marie knew personally.
According to Marie, this party celebrated Violet's move into real show business as a real designer. She encouraged everyone to take a seat while waiters poured wine of the person's choice into the glass; they set an appetizer of mushroom ragout on garlic toast in front of them. Violet waited until Marie would make her big dinner speech before touching anything on her plate.
"Ugh," Marie grinned, "I am so glad I managed to wrangle everyone here tonight for Violet's special night. Isn't this wonderful?!" Everyone clapped, cheered and agreed. "It was only two years ago this awkward little grad-student walked into my office applying for an internship at my office." A few chuckles sounded, "I mean, you all should've seen her: frizzy hair in a bun, shoulders all tense, and trying her sincere best not to stutter in front of me. I assume she thought she'd get a secretary or minor person, not the head designer. I thought she might throw up right in my office when I told her she had gotten the job." She smiled proudly at Violet next, "But little did I know of her passion and her determination. Violet is such a hard worker. She comes in every morning at six on the dot, follows me around all day, deals with noisy fans on the sidelines, triple-checks every wardrobe trailer for me, fixes all the rips and tears, and carries around that big book of designs everywhere she goes without ever complaining."
"Not to mention your three am calls," Johnny, one of the creators, says out loud before taking a drink.
Marie laughs. "Yes even those. Anyway, I'm glad someone as determined as Violet will be taking over for me this series while I finish my other project," The prospect made people groan disappointedly, "I know, I know. I'll be back in a few weeks. They asked me to do Les Miserables, and how could I say 'no'?!" She waited for the chatter to die down before she said, "Regardless, with or without me Merlin is sure to be fabulous success this series, and I'm sure my Violet will do her best to make sure all of you look fabulous! To Violet!"
"To Violet!"
Violet blushed underneath the gaze. She never had such attention before. She felt so grateful for Marie's mentoring and guidance, despite the woman's sometimes zealous attitude. The only reason she hired Violet was because she was "perfect": Top marks in all her classes, format editor for her college's newspaper, format editor for her university's newspaper, double majored in fashion and design, went to an expensive prestigious fashion school in England, and added an extensive portfolio along with references from her famous art professor. Marie took one glance at the resume and said she just had to have Violet as her intern.
Dinner began. Violet died to discuss future costume plans with Marie, but she knew better than bringing up business at dinner. Instead, Marie told her about each of the fountains in the garden, their artist and how long they have been there. She told her about the gorgeous tapestry of her great-great-great-grandmother Violet must see in one of the drawing rooms inside. She'd show her the details in the fireplace, the ceiling paintings she just had retouched in one of the upper level bedrooms, and the ballroom were supposedly a whole mural is painted dedicated to Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. Marie was a mere fashion designer, yet had more money than God. Violet never understood.
The party ended two hours later, but some people still hung around because they were too drunk for driving or were having too good a time. Marie never minded people staying the night; she had room for them all. Violet never ate such fancy food in her whole life, since her dinners were microwaveable or bought from a drive-through. Sitting talking with Julian Murphy, another creator and writer, and Marie about the Arthurian Legends they were going to explore for the show, her phone buzzed in her purse by her feet. She excused herself to see a text message had been sent from Katie. She stared at Katie, whom moved across the table to Eoin and Rupert, another cast member.
'By any chance, are you a virgin?' Was what the message read.
A little affronted by the question she answered: 'No, I'm not. Why do you ask?'
She spotted Katie read the text before addressing the group at the table. "Can I get everyone's attention please?"
"Katie, speeches were two hours ago," Bradley said, "Your shining moment waved at you when it passed."
Katie merely slapped his shoulder lightly. Violet recognized the smirk that came across her pale face. It boded mischief. "Why don't we all play a game?" A few caught on right away, "I think you all know what I mean."
"Oh Katie, please," Marie said. "Not tonight."
"Oh why not? It's Violet's special night, so it should end on a special note, shouldn't it?" Katie asked.
"But Katie, she's only a baby."
"No, she's not. I checked."
Marie gasped at Violet. Did Katie just tell Marie Violet wasn't a virgin? She felt like blending into her chair when people began giggling, especially the men. She hid behind another glass of wine.
"So, let's play. Who's with me?" A loud chorus of cheers answered her. "What should we play then?
"The Sleeper Game!" Angel piped up, "Violet can go first."
"I like Hide and Seek personally," Bradley added as he leaned back with arms folded.
"Me too," Colin agreed.
"Musical Chairs is always fun," Eoin brings up, "Or The Lap Game."
Violet found these reasonable suggestions. She hoped they never-
"Well, since it's her party," Katie interrupted her thoughts, "Perhaps the guest of honor should choose the game."
Suddenly the marquee felt stuffy. She drank the last of her glass and stared around at them all. A few of the older folks weren't paying attention to the kids, but the whole table watched her eagerly for an answer. She assessed her options:
She had no idea how to play The Sleeper Game, so that was a no.
She sucked at musical chairs because she was never fast enough and got out first or second each time.
Hide and Seek sounded sensible. Marie's home was full of hiding place, mainly if they limited the space to outside or inside. They'd probably make her be the seeker, but that'd be the only downside. Violet's stomach flopped around in her stomach; her palms became a little sweaty under the pressure.
"Hide and Seek," Violet finally blurted out. "We'll play Hide and Seek. That should be fun right?" She stared around as if somebody would answer her.
"You'll be fine, darling," Marie patted her hand before standing up with Julian.
"Hide and Seek it is then," Katie said.
People began standing up all around her. She figured they'd all have a few seconds to hide, so she stayed in her seat. However, something seemed odd. Only the men were leaving. All the girls remained underneath the tent while some of the men began running up towards the house. Marie called out something about any room under the third floor, since her bedroom was there and she didn't want any surprises. Johnny, Julian, and some of the older folks said their goodbyes; Katie and Angel came up to her.
"Well, honoree, aren't you coming?" Angel asked, taking her hand gently.
"But...But don't I stay here while you lot...you lot hide up in the house?" She pointed to the mansion ahead of them.
The two girls found stifling their laughter difficult. Violet felt her stomach drop, and her throat dried up. "Oh, you're so cute, Violet!"
"Well, Violet, my love I hope you enjoyed your party," Marie came swaying over to them. She kissed both Violet's cheeks. "You can send me your ideas tomorr-Violet, what's wrong?"
"She thought we were playing regular Hide and Seek, not sex Hide and Seek."
"Sex?!" Violet nearly cried out.
Marie stared back at her worried. "My love, you don't have to play if you don't want to, you know that. Nobody here will make you. We can go get you a room on the third floor with me."
"And be awake all night listening to me shag the hell out of someone," Katie said.
"Come on, Violet," Angel stopped laughing. She gently touched Violet's forearm, guiding her into the house with Marie and Katie behind them, "It's actually not as bad as it sounds. I mean, I had my reservations about it when I first played, and it turned out to be really good fun. Plus, we all know and trust each other really well. The boys always use protection, and they're all clean."
"And none of them would ever mistreat you," Marie said.
"And they all have super hot bods, so...can't say 'no' to that." Katie rushed up the stairs ahead of them into the house.
They split from Marie at the top landing of the inside stairs. "How exactly is this played then?" For some reason, Violet's voice dropped to a whisper.
"Well," Angel said, "All the boys have a minute or so to go find a room and close the door. Then all the girls go inside, and start peeking around in the rooms. If they find someone inside, they get to have sex with them."
"Does it have to be sex?" Violet asked. "Can't it be like, you sit down and play chess or talk about books or something?"
"Oh Violet," Katie intervened, "You need to have some fun in your life. Do something spontaneous. I mean, look at all of Picasso's works. Do you think he thought of all that stuff staying inside and playing it safe? No, he went out into the world and experienced stuff, and that's what you're doing. You need to be a little...adventurous every once in a while."
"Adventurous...right, I'm just being adventurous...." Violet nodded her head.
When they reached the second floor, all the doors were closed. She assumed they were drawing rooms or bed rooms mostly, maybe even the library. Katie went for the first door she saw. Carefully, she turned the knob and peeked inside. Violet jumped when a long-haired man pulled her in chuckling.
"She's always wanted Eoin," Angel told Violet. "Now, you go pick a room."
Angel left Violet standing in the empty hallway as she chose a door. A large, board-shouldered man instantly lifted her off her feet and brought her inside. Violet could've sworn that was Tom, who plays Percival in the show and is the size of a damn mountain.
Now she stood alone, unsure where to go. She hated the uncertainty of the game. She hated the pressure it put her under, yet at the same time something stirred between her legs. She thought, tiptoeing down the hall, which door she should take. Who would be behind it? Colin? Bradley? Rupert? Perhaps she should go be with Marie. That'd be a safe bet...
But then she'd spend the rest of her life regretting not playing Hide and Seek. She'll mull over all the scenarios in her head; she'd think of each outcome of tonight. She'd lament never choosing a door. She'll always be called 'shy, little Violet who always works and never does anything fun'. She'll be labeled boring the rest of her life. She'll be a grouchy old lady with tons of cats who sits down and watches soap operas all day on television because she's afraid of exploration.
A faint sound came from a door on her left. She stared at the knob, her mind flitting between opening it and running away. Her insides bubbled around in the pit of her stomach, she wiped her hands on her cardigan and steadied her heart beat in slow exhales. She didn't know if she could do this. What if she didn't like it? What if she did like it and wanted more? What if a totally different person came out of her when she got horny? What if the person wasn't so nice? She decided to woman up. Violet took a deep breath and strode over to the door. Carefully, she opened it before her mind could change.
It was a study. Completely empty except for books, furniture and moonlight...and a furry white cat perched on the desk. The cat stared at her with dull eyes as she entered. Apparently, the noise came from it knocking over an expensive looking lamp. Ugh. She was an idiot. Fussing about a cat. It licked its nose at her.
"Sorry. Not interested," Violet said, shutting the door on the cat.
She saw the opposite door. No signs of life came from behind it, except the dim light coming through the bottom. Okay. This was it. Violet gathered whatever courage she had, and barged into the room.
And then it was like being in sixth form all over again, with Henry Burbage standing a few feet away in his school uniform. Surrounded by all his friends, he'd laugh and chuckle. He looked so dreamy standing in his navy blue blazer and khaki slacks. It made her heart flutter. Her mind melted, her heart resumed pounding and she almost forgot that she was standing in a doorway.
They chose one of the nicer guest rooms. Marie explained the nicer ones contained a larger bed with soft sheets and goose feather pillows; the turquoise canopy drapes matched the covers and curtains hanging by the window. She showed her the fireplace where her grandfather carved a forest mural into the background so the fire made the indentations more pronounced, not to mention the gorgeous Persian carpet and custom designed woodwork furniture. On the bed lied a shirtless Bradley, his hands under his head. He smiled when he spotted her.
"I told you it's fate," He said, sitting up and swinging his feet over the side of the bed.
She grinned though her instincts told her to run. Her feet stayed planted in the doorway still, unable to move backward or forward. She froze there. What did she do? What did she say? Something sexy and mysterious? or play it sweet and innocent?
"I never got to tell you," Bradley walked passed her, shutting the door, "How gorgeous you look tonight."
He stood right behind her, her body pressed right against his. A faint scent of cologne and booze mixed in her nostrils on her way into her lungs, although it didn't disgust her. The aroma came pleasantly off Bradley in small whiffs of air she barely caught. What made her jump were the strong hands rubbing up and down her small biceps, and the nose nuzzling the base of her neck. The nuzzling broke her nerves for a moment, though not entirely.
"Something's wrong," Another voice said.
She perked her head at the fireplace. In front of it stood Colin. His leather jacket lied carelessly on the sofa, his shoes flung somewhere with Bradley's, and concern in his eyes. He walked until he stood a few inches away from Violet.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Um...Uh...Just," Bradley wrapped his arms around her. She thought she'd have a heart attack by now, though instead she felt comfort, "I...um..." She wanted to form the words 'I've never been with two men at the same time,' but they never came past her lips. Colin grinned.
"Aw, is this your first time?" Colin asked.
"Um no...No, it's not. I've...I've done it before....with one boy..."
"Not two?"
The boys sandwiched her in between them. Bradley's stayed on her arms while Colin's fell down to her waist. Bradley rested his head on her shoulder and stared at Colin with her. She gasped when his lips kissed her ear, his breath spreading around the nape of her neck. Colin's hands massaged her hips; he generally touched her panty line and roamed around there. Violet would be lying if she said she in no way thought about this. She did at times imagine her date with Bradley going farther than past her hotel room door, or Colin cornering her in the woods where he'd take her passionately and gently. Yet, she did not picture them together.
"Not...Not at the same...same time..." She responded.
She felt Bradley's smile on her neck, "Aw, how cute."
"Well, do you want both of us together?" Colin's nimble fingers began gradually undoing each button of her cardigan, "Or separately? Do you feel comfortable with that?"
"I...I don't really...I'm not sure if I..."
Everything left her so insecure. She despised the feeling of not knowing what she wanted. Her lower half said 'Fuck yeah! Let them take you!', but her brain kept scolding her and analyzing each angle first. Should she do this with them? What is the next morning going to be like? What if there ends up being some sort of fight between Colin and Bradley over her? What if they each decide they love her? It'll ruin the show's dynamic entirely if its main stars were at odds with one another. Then at the same time, she really wanted their hands all over her.
"We won't do anything that makes you unhappy," Bradley whispers against her ear. "We promise we'll take really, really, really good care of you."
Colin holds back his laugh. Her cardigan unbuttoned now, his hands traveled her torso. His thumbs brushed the curves of her breasts, though his hands did not cup them yet. He briefly latches his lips onto hers a few times and then kisses her fully. Bradley carefully removed her jacket and tossed it aside. His hands touched her bare skin, feeling a bit rougher than Colin's however being just as kind. Colin's lips massaged Violet's enough that they open up to him. His tongue flicked her bottom lip, tenderly tugging on it and kissing her passionately. A pair of hands cupped her breasts softly, smoothing their thumbs over her hardening nipples and squeezing them tenderly outside her dress. Another set sailed down her sides to the hem of her dress. Her stomach clenched inward when the fingers hooked around the hem and pulled the dress around her waist.
"Ooo," Bradley leered at the green bikini underwear she wore made of tulle fabric and had black floral patterns along the lines. "These are naughty-girl panties. Look, Colin, they're green too, your favorite color."
Colin broke their kiss a moment to stare down. He beamed at her, "Makes me want to take them off more."
He dove for her neck, biting and suckling on the tenderest parts of her flesh while Bradley turned her head. Her lips touched his this time, taking in that slowly fading wine flavor. His tongue danced with hers willingly, not tugging or licking, but simply touching. His hands left her breasts a moment to tug down the straps of her bra. She felt Colin's lips leave her neck for the tops of her breasts, even though Bradley's hands returned instantly. His lips left hers for her shoulder, kissing from the outside in. Meanwhile, Colin took a peek up at her.
"Can we see them?" He asked, running his finger along the top of her dress teasingly.
"Um...I..." She felt her cheeks growing hot again.
"Oh please," Bradley pleaded in between his neck kisses, "Can we? We just want a little peek."
"But, if you don't want to," Colin added, "I'll leave them alone."
This is where she wasn't sure. If she showed them her breasts, then that meant she'd have to show them everything else. She thought it'd be unfair for them to kiss and fondle her, and her show them nothing. Or were that society’s messages just forcing themselves on her? Or was that just plain common courtesy?
"Yes..."
Bradley stopped kissing her for a moment and watched Colin reveal them. At first they only saw the matching bra. The dark-haired boy had no difficulty dragging her bra so her breasts popped out over the wire. They each gave out a collective moan, mesmerized by the breasts in front of them. Colin, for a second, wasn't sure what he wanted to do with them first. They were a bit large, but not by much, with light colored areolas the proportionate size that didn't disgust him. Violet moaned when Bradley grasped them in his hands whereas Colin's mouth seized one of her nipples. The combination of pleasure surged down into her panties, making her clit pulse in all their touches and kisses and licks. Violet slowly slipped away from her logical self. She just wanted these two men all over her and inside her as soon as they can.
When he bit down on her nipple, he heard the soft yelp she gave. "Oh, I'm sorry, love," He kissed the place he bit, "I didn't know it'd hurt you."
"Of course it'd hurt idiot," Bradley said in a grin.
"Hush," Colin retorted.
"Boys," Violet said, "No fighting, please..."
"Yes, Violet."
"Yes, Violet."
They returned to their current actions. Violet absentmindedly grinded into Bradley's hips; her hands fumbled with the buttons of Colin's shirt. She had the feeling her pussy might be controlling her actions from now onward.
"Somebody's starting to enjoy herself now," Colin chuckled as he threw his shirt away.
"Let's get this off."
Bradley's hands swiftly undid the zipper of her dress; Colin unhooked her bra in three snaps. Standing half-naked in the bedroom, Bradley started unmaking the bed behind Colin. He gazed at her in the dim fire light. She must've looked stupid standing there so child-like. She chanced a glance at his crotch and spotted the bulge growing and twitching there. The floors felt suddenly cold underneath her feet, the fire's occasional breath cascading over her skin when the cold chill left her. She felt embarrassed in his eyes again. Absentmindedly, her arms moved up to cover the breasts Colin admired a minute ago.
"Don't do that," Colin said gently. He moved her arms to her sides again, "I like looking at you."
"Really?"
"Yeah," He pecked her lips, idly running his knuckle on her nipple, "I mean that's what people do when they see something beautiful, right? They stare at it?"
She blushed. "I guess so..."
Colin kisses her whilst Bradley sets up behind them. She feels his hand sail down her stomach towards her panties. "I can't wait to get between these legs..." His hand dug past the line inside, touching on sensitive grounds. She gasped when a finger pressed the receptive nub in the center of her wet folds, "To have this tight pussy wrapped around my cock..." He zigzagged his finger left and right on her clit, and then quickly adding a second finger, "To see how wet I can get you..." a third finger is added to his kneading, "And make you scream my name as you cum all over my cock...Would you like that?"
"Yes," Violet moans. Her confidence came from nowhere. “I’d love to have you fucking me any way you can…” She shudders at his hand, grinding into it more as she takes hold of his shoulders. She notices then how much larger he's gotten.
"If it were me and you..." He reaches around, grasping one buttock in his hand as he dips a finger around the entrance of her pussy, "I'd fuck any hole you'd want me to...Anything that would satisfy you, babe..."
Her hand instantly grabbed his groin, making him give a surprised moan in the process. "Oh really?"
"Oh yes, I'd be all yours..." He slips his finger up into the second knuckle, pushing it out again in a single motion, "I'd do whatever you wanted me to do for you."
Bradley coughed behind them. Colin seemed a tad annoyed, but Violet giggled. She timidly made her way over to the bed and rested against the pillows. The boys diverged on her instantly. They lied on her sides, kissing and fondling every part of her. They appeared to equally split her down the middle: Colin took the right and Bradley took the left. Bradley sucked gently on her breast while Colin rubbed her inner thigh and kissed her neck. They caressed areas that sent shots of nerves right into her center, causing her to squirm underneath their touches.
"Let's get these off her," Bradley's muffled voice reached her ears.
They each hooked a finger on her panties and slipped them off her legs. Fully nude, the boys still held themselves back for her. She knew they were dying for her, she could tell from the tents they each had in their boxers now. The prospect of seeing them both naked aroused her.
"Fuck that pussy looks so good," Bradley muttered, glancing down at her shaved area for a few minutes. “All soft and wet.”
"If I didn't know better," Colin smirked, "I'd say you prepped yourself up a little bit for us, huh? You planned on getting us both drunk and then taking advantage of each of us, huh?"
She smiled, "I'm just always prepared in case somebody ever wants to see my pussy."
"Mmm," Bradley moaned, kissing her a moment, "I know I do. Anytime you want to show me. Honestly, I'll fuck you every day if you let me."
"And if not him, then you can have me. I can have your pussy for breakfast, and Bradley can have it for lunch," He said before taking her nipple in his mouth.
Violet's moan mingled in her laughter. Bradley added, "And then we can both fuck you for dinner. How about that, hm?"
"That fucking sounds wonderful," Violet agreed, squirming under Colin's mouth. "Though whose going to fuck me first? I don’t want you two boys fighting over me forever.”
This question never dawned on them until now. Their main objective had been to lure a girl into the room, get her naked, and make love to her anyway possible, though never discussed who’d go first and where. The two boys stared at one another, almost staring the other down.
“My idea,” Bradley said, “I get first dibs.”
“What? Bollocks!” Colin said. He would’ve continued if he hadn’t remembered Violet lying between them, aching and horny, “Violet, my love, give us just one moment, alright?”
“Okay.”
She watched them both leave her to the other side of the room. Violet could not catch their words, but she figured they’re both naming their parts in this scheme. The most parts gets her pussy. Any other time Violet would’ve been offended they were fighting over her like dogs over a steak, but in this moment, she did not care. She wanted them both. Her hand slunk in between her thighs, coyly rubbing her soaking sex. She pictured them resolving their differences and taking her at the same time instead; she pictured riding Colin as he described and Bradley viciously pounding her backside. In reality, that would hurt like hell, though in her mind it was blissful. A chorus of low moans developed from those circles around her clit. They grabbed the boys’ attention instantly.
“Why don’t we just let her pick what she wants?” Bradley asked, his eyes glued on the hand sliding fingers meekly inside her.
“Fine by me,” Colin replied, quickly taking off his jeans and belt while Bradley beat him to the bed.
They crawled back over to her. Bradley took her wrist gently. “No, no, no, that’s our job. Your job is to enjoy it.”
“From me mostly of course,” Colin whispered in her ear. His hand slid down where hers had been, but Bradley’s already rested there, gently teasing her.
“What do you want us to do to you, love?” Bradley briefly kissed her lips, rubbing her nose with his for a moment. “You can suck both our cocks while you mull it over, or we can taste that sweet little pussy of yours.”
“I want Colin’s fingers in me again,” She told him, licking his lips in a second kiss before turning to Bradley, “While you let me suck your cock, and then you can take turns on me.”
“I like the sound of that,” Bradley said, kissing her deeply before moving away.
Colin settled himself between her legs. He spread them as wide as he could; he used the moment to fill her completely. He pushed and pulled his middle finger in a steady pace, though the eagerness in his eyes told her he'd love nothing more than to pound her endlessly. He made trails of soft kisses on her inner thighs and pelvis. She shivered at the single licks he gave each little fold of her pussy. He was so throughout, and paid so much attention to the details of her body.
Violet propped herself on her elbows waiting for Bradley to kneel beside her. Once close enough, she watched him slowly remove his underwear. His member sprang out immediately; it throbbed as it stood at attention for her. Bradley scooped up all her hair and held it in his grasp as he guided Violet over his cock. She lightly traced the veins of it with the tip of her tongue; she kissed the sides and licked them. She hoped she didn't look stupid in her attempt at seducing Bradley. It was difficult to quiet down her constant moans among Colin stimulating her pussy so much. Bradley's groans integrated with hers, sputtering out streams of profanities and her name together. He called her a 'dirty girl' and told her how good her mouth felt, whereas Colin commented on her tight hole. She licked the underside of the tip several times like a lollipop by taking it in her mouth. She took him as far as her mouth let her, and then retracted as much as she could without it leaving her mouth. She did this over and over again; all the while her whimpers sent tiny vibrations into his cock if that are possible. Bradley's hips bucked forward a few times; the tip pressed the back of her throat and made her gag a second, though he immediately withdrew from her throat. He tightly grasped her hair and began sliding himself in and out of her. Violet simply sucked and let her tongue touch his cock.
Colin kissed her pussy a final time, and then stopped. She felt him shift towards the nightstand before returning back to his place. A tiny foil packet can be heard tearing open; then something hard and thick pressed against her pussy. She moaned louder than before; she knew exactly what Colin pushed on her. He groaned driving himself into her, refraining from simply charging into her the rest of the way. Her body tensed up upon his entrance, though eventually relaxed around him. Her entire body relaxed together in one long moan. He filled her completely to the hilt the first time; he stayed in position for a moment. He began in slow thrusts. His hips barely grazed hers. His caution with her was torturous. The long slow push in, and the tedious drag out did not speed up by much for a few minutes before Colin could not handle it anymore. He lifted the backs of her Violet’s knees, spread her legs as far as he could, and started faster. What made the whole sensation better were Bradley’s fingers massaging her dripping clit. He circled around her clit steadily, not going faster or slower. She stayed completely still as Bradley James and Colin Morgan took total advantage of her.
Hits of pleasure came at her over and over again in waves each time Colin touched on the special spot. Out of habit, she bucked her hips down on his for more pleasure. He’d reach her g-spot in a perfect angle, sense it, and distance his tip from it. She practically begged him to relieve her of the hard, tightness building up inside her core. Meanwhile, a bitter taste of salt came onto her tongue in her mouth. She pulled out Bradley’s cock and a stream of pre-cum extended out. She licked the excess left on the tip, staring up at him as she swallowed it.
“Oh god,” Bradley bent down over her. He wiped the extra stream from the side of her mouth and put it in her mouth, “Fuck that’s hot.”
“I knew you’d like that,” Violet said. Hopefully this was going good; they thought she was sexy and perfect.
She took his cock and stroked him. He pinched her nipples, grabbed her breasts and teased her pussy. The both of them did. Colin continued his own teasing. He pounded her, but never let her climax if it sounded like she’d get there.
“Colin…” She whined.
Bradley tried not laughing, “Mate…”
“Aw, what’s wrong?” Colin smirked, slowing his pace. He hovered over her and kissed her lips, “Am I not getting there properly?”
“You’re such...a prick,” Bradley chuckled in the mist of his moans.
“Well, I won’t know if you want to cum...unless you...tell me,” Colin said, sucking on a breast Bradley squeezed.
He thrust into her, pressing right onto her g-spot and making her groan loudly. The sensation crashed down on her, she locked him in place with her legs around his waist and practically rode him. “Aw, no, no, no,” Bradley pulled her legs from around Colin, “You tell him you want him to make you cum, and he will.”
Violet almost screamed when he rubbed her clit, “Make me cum! Colin make me cum!”
Colin placed her knees on his shoulders, resting his hands on either side of her before he started quickening. Bradley stroked himself watching her pussy be stretched around Colin’s long member, a small smirk on his face. The angle gave Colin the perfect opportunity in finding her g-spot, touching and rubbing on it, the headboard banged the wall behind it and the sheets slacked in her grip. A light sheen of sweat came over their bodies in the dim light; her moans grew louder and louder. Her walls tightened around his cock, pulsing in shocks and stopping her in place. No doubt the others will hear her screaming his name.
She would’ve ridden it out if he had not stopped. “Colin!” She whined when he suddenly pulled out of her.
“Don’t worry, love,” Bradley said, “I’ll take care of you.”
Bradley’s strong hands flipped her over easier than a spatula. On her stomach, she smelled the nice aroma her boss has servants spray on the pillows. She inhaled a sweet fragrance of oranges, soon to be taken away by sweat and semen. Colin passed him a foil packet, one he tore instantly and began rolling the on. Colin took a spot in front of her when she gathered the strength to get on her elbows. The pain between her legs became unbearable. If she was not relieved soon, she’d force one of them inside of her.
Colin’s cock was about the same as Bradley’s only a bit thicker. He pulled off the condom so she tasted nothing but his pre-cum. He picked up her messy mop of curls, pushing his cock into her lips. She kissed them lightly, giving a few of them as she baited him. It took a few licks across the top for him to force himself inside her mouth. He went only as far as she could take him, pulling back when he heard her gag. She sucked and ran her tongue on him while he went in and out. She noticed the spasms in his hips. Colin kept himself under control, though her lips sucked firmly and licked the small spot he liked. She could tell the more she rubbed her hands on his inner thigh, the more she stared at him, and more she took him in, Colin would squirt into her mouth. He gripped the headboard behind him, his head brushing onto the powder-blue wall.
Her moans stimulated him more when Bradley penetrated her. She saw the differences in Bradley and Colin. Colin had been like the wind, being gentle and sweet and only harsh towards the end. Bradley was an unrelenting storm. He gripped her hips; he slammed himself into the first time, though relaxed the second. He rammed himself at a fast pace; their moans fell in sync. He muttered the usual obscenity, panted and groaned. Bradley got to her g-spot right away. The pain in her pussy ached; it throbbed and made her almost lose control on him. She flexed her pussy around him. She made him want to cum just as badly, just like she did with Colin.
“Holy fuck,” Colin muttered, “I think I’m gonna cum…”
She took him out, stroking him, “Really?”
“Yeah,” He nodded. “Do you want me to now or wait for Bradley?”
“Won’t…wait much longer,” Bradley grunted, “She wants it more than we do.”
She began pushing herself onto him. “Then make me cum, Bradley.”
“Oh, you’re going to.”
He did it. The relief she had been dying for came out. One had fisted the sheets; the other jerked Colin even faster. Her eyes fell shut; her head went back as she screamed. The pleasure nearly blinded her in bliss. She never thought she’d come down until Bradley pulled out of her.
Violet rolled onto her back. She gulped for air; the effects of her orgasm not fully leaving her yet as the boys knelt on either side of her. Streams of white covered her stomach and breasts, reminding her of an art piece she saw where Bradley said it was just a bunch of colors splattered over the canvas. The boys moaned as loudly as she did; Colin’s voice nearly cracking and Bradley subjected to pants and breathing at the end.
They each rested beside her. They stared at her; Bradley’s eyes becoming heavy on sleep and Colin staring almost lovingly at her. They each kissed her cheek.
“Wow,” Her chest heaved up and down in every breath gasping for air, “That…Was…Amazing…”
“You definitely loved it,” Colin grinned, pecking her shoulder, “Lemme clean you up.”
“If you lick her, Colin….” Bradley began.
“No, you idiot,” He slapped the other’s arm. He went to the other side of the room where a bowl of water and a cloth sat. He came back holding two damp cloths, handing one to Bradley. “Want us to do it?” He wiped the lower half of her stomach when she nodded.
Bradley wiped sweat from her face and from her chest. She touched his hair, “You boys are so sweet.”
“Girls wouldn’t like us if we weren’t,” Bradley said. He gave the cloth back to Colin when they finished.
The logs turned into embers over time. Sleep came over Bradley first; Colin cuddled, kissed and talked with Violet most of the night until she fell asleep, and then Colin dozed off in the early hours of the morning.

THE END (?)
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