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You'd like to think that you're familiar with some of the rarest occasions on earth. UFO sightings, acid rain, tsunamis, and your personal favorite, the days when both Rhea and Chris were home.
The house you shared in the Los Angeles hillside was cozy on its own, but there's definitely something to be said for the days where a video call isn't required to say goodnight or the other side of the bed isn't cold when you wake up.
Their schedule left plenty to be desired, with the constant back and forth of Chris's tours, Rhea's matches, and the dreaded press meetings that left both of them exhausted afterward.
Needless to say, them both being home at the same time is a pretty rare treat.
And that rarity is always celebrated.
"Thought you two said you were gonna sleep in. Couldn't even wait an hour for me, huh?" Rhea asks amusedly from where she's leaning against the doorway, her eyes scanning over you and Chris.
It's true, you probably could've waited an hour for her to get back from her morning workout, but the feeling of Chris with his fingers halfway inside of you and his chest pressed up yours under the sheets has a way of making you more impatient by the second.
"Aw, come here." Chris grins, and Rhea rolls her eyes with a smile and peels out of her gym clothes, adding them to the growing pile of the clothes on the floor that you and Chris have already shed.
She settles on the other side of you, spooning your back and moving your hair out of the way so she can kiss the nape of your neck. You crane your head to smile at her just as Chris adds another finger.
"Good girl." Rhea mumbles in your ear, fingers tracing patterns on your thighs. Chris's free hand settles on your jaw, turning you to look at him. His pupils are blown wide with desire.
"Can I fuck you? Please?" He finally asks in a half-whisper. The sentence itself makes your face feel hot, and the added 'please' as if you wouldn't beg him in the first place makes your breath hitch in your throat.
"Of course." You answer, and he wastes no time moving you onto your hands and knees with a practiced grace. Rhea moves too, sitting on her knees in front of you.
Chris is gentle but it's still a stretch, and you hiss at the feeling of him pushing in. Rhea steadies you with a hand around one of your wrists, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
"She feels so fucking good." Chris pants from behind you, sinking in slowly until you can feel the jut of his hipbones pressed against your ass. The stretch borders on the line of unbearable, and you have to take a second to breathe through it.
He waits until you're ready before he begins moving, his movements deliberate and slow. Rhea's lips move against your ear, pressing kisses to the edge of your jaw in between words of encouragement.
"That's it, baby. Just let him take care of you." Her voice is like an anchor, and you cling to it in your mind as much as you can.
Rhea's hand is on your face, cupping your cheek and stroking her thumb over your temple comfortingly. Your skin is on fire and her touch is ice cold and beyond relieving, and you can't help but lean into her palm.
Meanwhile, Chris's rhythm has gotten faster and faster, and you clench around him just to hear the way his breathing catches, blunt nails digging a little harder into your hips.
"You gonna make him lose it, sweetheart?" Rhea asks, and before you can respond her hands are under your arms and she's lifting you up like you're nothing until your back hits Chris's chest. When you look up at her with a face full of shock, she just gives you a little grin.
"Come on. Be so good for Mommy, yeah?" She asks just as Chris ruts up into you at the new angle, and it's all you can do not to pass out. You moan pathetically, practically falling back against Chris, who wraps his arms around your torso to hold you up.
One of Rhea's hands falls between your legs, and the added sensation of her fingers on your clit almost pushes you over the edge. Rhea can tell and backs off, but you hear Chris gasp raggedly into your shoulder when her fingers ghost over where he's thrusting in and out of you. She smiles at you, blonde hair falling into her face.
You feel Chris's hand move to your neck and tighten around your throat, the world going black and fuzzy at the edges. He's careful, easing up to let you breathe after only a few seconds, but the head rush still remains.
"Shit, I'm gonna cum in her." Chris grits out, his thrusts becoming wildly unsteady. Rhea leans up and kisses him, and you can't see but you can hear the filthy groan he makes at the contact.
"Go ahead. You know she loves it," Rhea encourages, and Chris grunts out something unintelligible, his head pressed to the back of your shoulder. Rhea leans forward and grips his hair, pulling his head up to whisper something close to his lips.
"Make a mess of my baby."
That's all it takes, and Chris practically growls as he releases inside of you, his movements erratic as he rides out his high. He's gripping your sides so hard you know you'll have bruises in the shape of his fingers tomorrow, and you can feel blood welling into the crescent moon indents his nails leave on your skin.
Rhea is talking you through it, but all you can do is squeeze your eyes shut and focus on the solid form of Chris behind you, using you until he's spent. He finally slides out of you, and at your whine he presses a quick kiss between your shoulder blades.
"You did so well, honey. But there's one more thing you have to do before you can cum." Chris's voice is rough at the edges, his tattooed skin darkened with sweat, and it really shouldn't be that hot but it is.
You open your eyes, and Rhea is sitting against the headboard. At your gaze, her legs fall apart.
"Come here." She beckons, and you crawl to her without a second thought, settling between her thighs on your hands and knees.
You don't need to be told what to do. Within minutes, Rhea's breathing is coming out in sharp pants, her thick metal rings digging into your scalp as she pulls on your hair.
"That's it. God, you're so fucking good at that." She mutters, and you can't help but smile, your tongue moving eagerly against her like she's your last meal.
You're so caught up in her sounds and movements that you don't realize Chris is looming over you. You feel his palm traveling down the slope of your spine, hand warm and heavy against your skin.
He doesn't waste time on prepping you, he knows you're plenty stretched already. The feeling of two of his fingers entering you is enough to make you moan high in your throat, and Rhea's grip on your hair tightens.
"Oh, shit." She breathes out, hips moving against your face properly now, until she's practically grinding your tongue. Chris adds another finger and the sound that leaves you is downright filthy.
"You gonna make Mommy cum?" Chris asks softly, leaning over your back. You nod, your hands going to her thighs as if to punctuate your point.
"Look at me." Rhea commands, and your eyes flicker up to her. She looks positively wrecked, and you can see her free hand gripping Chris's from the corner of your eye, their tattooed knuckles wrapped around each other.
Your eyes lock and she cums on your tongue, gasping as she rides it out against your face. At that exact moment, Chris's fingers curl inside of you, and your orgasm hits you so hard your knees buckle.
You're not sure how long it lasts, but you feel like you're going to drown in the sensations of Chris working you through your comedown and Rhea panting above you, hand still clamped in your hair.
When Rhea finally pulls you up, you collapse against her chest almost immediately. Chris leaves the room, but the scent of cigarettes and cologne still lingers. You close your eyes, listening to Rhea's slowing heartbeat in your ear.
You feel the mattress dip as Chris returns, and the damp cloth he swipes over your thighs and between your legs is cold. You grimace at the feeling, and he runs a hand over your hair, whispering an apology that your head is too foggy to fully comprehend.
You're always in awe of just how gentle he can be, especially now, when he presses his lips against your forehead quickly before he finishes cleaning up. It's a small gesture, and definitely an oxymoron when his hand was wrapped around your throat only moments ago, but that's just Chris.
You grin against Rhea's chest, and her arms wrap around you. Chris slides into bed next to you, sighing as he slings an arm around your waist. Rhea puts her head on his shoulder.
"I thought we had errands." Rhea says softly. You're so blissed out you can't even think about going to the grocery store right now, but Chris is quicker with an answer.
"Nap now, chores and shit later." He says, the smile in his voice audible. It's the last thing you hear before you drift off, Rhea's hand linked in yours and Chris's hand tangled in your hair.