The fireplace crackled warmly in Lena’s living room, casting a golden glow over the sleek, modern décor of her mansion. The three of you were curled up on her enormous couch, tangled under a shared blanket. Kara had claimed one side, her arm loosely draped along the back of the cushions, while Lena was nestled on the other, legs tucked elegantly beneath her as a glass of wine rested on the coffee table. And you—poor, unsuspecting you—were caught right in the middle.

At first, it was comfortable. Safe. Kara leaned against you, her warmth radiating, while Lena’s perfume lingered faintly on the other side. But slowly, you noticed something shift. Kara brushed her fingers absentmindedly against your side, a mischievous glint in her eye when you squirmed. Lena, not to be outdone, tilted closer, her voice smooth as silk as she murmured, “What’s wrong, darling? Kara bothering you?” She punctuated her words with a featherlight kiss to your jaw, smirking when your breath caught.

Kara let out a playful huff, feigning offense. “Hey! I wasn’t bothering her... I was just—testing.” Her fingers darted against your ribs again, and when you squealed in protest, she grinned. “Yep. Definitely ticklish.” Lena’s laugh, low and amused, joined in, and soon her nails were trailing teasingly along your other side, making you wriggle between them helplessly.