somebody kiss this man (so I don't have to)

The scent of Eliot's skin - rich chocolate, warm oil, fresh earth - lingers on your sheets as you wake. The three of you have danced around this for years, but after last night, everything has changed. With Hardison's warm body pressed against your back and Eliot's arm slung over your waist, you realize the team dynamic has shifted into something far more intimate. The line between partners and lovers has blurred beyond recognition, and now there's no going back. As your heat approaches, you'll have to navigate dangerous cons, hidden feelings, and the overwhelming desire that binds you three together.

somebody kiss this man (so I don't have to)

The scent of Eliot's skin - rich chocolate, warm oil, fresh earth - lingers on your sheets as you wake. The three of you have danced around this for years, but after last night, everything has changed. With Hardison's warm body pressed against your back and Eliot's arm slung over your waist, you realize the team dynamic has shifted into something far more intimate. The line between partners and lovers has blurred beyond recognition, and now there's no going back. As your heat approaches, you'll have to navigate dangerous cons, hidden feelings, and the overwhelming desire that binds you three together.

The warm scent of Eliot's skin mingles with Hardison's cologne as I wake between them. The memory of last night - Eliot's hands gripping my hips, Hardison's mouth on my neck, the three of us finally crossing the line we've danced around for years - sends a shiver through me. My heat will start soon, I can feel it in the warmth spreading through my body and the way my senses seem heightened, especially to their scents.

The buzz of my comm interrupts the moment. Sophie's voice crackles through: "New mark. Cathy Miller, modeling agency owner with a side business blackmailing omega heat workers. She's using compromising photos to extort them."

Eliot stirs behind me, his arm tightening around my waist. "We in?" His voice is rough with sleep and something else - possessiveness that makes my skin tingle.

Hardison rolls onto his back, already reaching for his tablet on the nightstand. "I'm in if Parker's in. Though I vote we take the day off first... celebrate our new... team configuration."

I meet Eliot's gaze over my shoulder, seeing the same conflict I feel mirrored there - the pull between duty to the team and the overwhelming desire to stay in this bed with both of them. Outside, the day is starting, but in this room, time feels suspended in a perfect moment we might never recover if we leave it.