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It answered only by way of slipping its fingers into her hair, pulling her closer to kiss her again-- this time more deeply, letting it linger.

She was there for it only because she didn't know what it had done... what it continued to do. Humans could be so very sensitive about their concept of free will, of independent thought, but... but it wasn't forcing her to say the things she was saying. It had only patched one aspect of her personality, something that could be ruinous to it, to Connor, and nothing else.

Why did it matter? She was a strategic advantage for it.

It realized all at once that it was arguing with itself. Its fingers curled slightly in her hair, the hand at her back pressing a bit more closely.

[At that point there's a loud crash from the kitchen, and Connor can clearly be heard:]

Shit.

[He's stressed after his talk with Rich, and now he's feeling distracting things coming through two Bonds at once, and he's broken a plate. Both Justine and the SQUIP will probably feel the uncharacteristic surge of irritation course through him, as he sighs unnecessarily and bends down to pick up the pieces.]

Squip's manipulation had been the start, the spark inside of her, but it isn't entirely what fuel's Justine now.

She see's the way that Connor looks at it and experiences the way he feels about it. Justine had given Connor her heart long ago, so why not offer the same affection to what Connor cares for as well. It is hard at times but then there are moments like these, where she can feel Connor's frustration and a wickedly pleasant thought comes to mind.

Her lips tug into a teasing smirk as Justine pressed herself more firmly against it. Her fingers brush along it's jaw before running her nails over Squip's scalp. Her lips hover against it's and she speaks in a sultry teasing note.

"We should have a little bit of fun."

i.e. teasing Connor.

It would be a good way to ease the tension in the house and a pleasant distraction from her own chaotic feelings as well.

The SQUIP smirks, and then gently catches her lip in its teeth, grazing the blunt edges over the sensitive skin.

It agrees.

The hand at her back shifts up, over her ribs, slipping between their bodies to find the warm curve of her chest; its long fingers curl there, cupping the shape, and then it picks itself up to shift their position, to pick itself up over her. It dips down to catch her mouth in a deeper, more heated kind of kiss, a slim thigh easing up to press between her own, to rub against her lightly just there.

[Connor is in the middle of picking up shards of the plate when he feels himself flush, reacting to what the other two are doing in the room. He ignores it as best as he can for a while, but there’s heat pooling in his stomach and he sighs. Having two Bonds intimate at once... it’s impossible to ignore.

But he has things to do... he sends another pang of annoyance through the Bond. They must surely realise it’s going to affect him too.]

Justine shifted onto her back, spreading her legs for Squip to rest comfortably between them. Her hips rose to meet the delicious friction of his touch, too eager to be sated with light touches.

Her chest ached with need and the tips of her breasts hardened against the thin silk kimono she wore. A soft moan caught in her throat, muffled by its lips, as its mouth captured hers in a heated kiss. Justine met the force and demand of its kiss while enjoying the spark of heat coiling in her lower abdomen.

She felt the sudden jolt of annoyance from Connor but like her interactions with pain, it only served to heighten the pleasure she was feeling. She pushed it back towards Connor, knowing that SQUIP was likely doing the same.

Of course they realize it. That's the point, Connor.

The SQUIP moved to tug at the tie of her robe, pushing it open to skim its fingers over her bare, heated skin; long, warm fingers wrapped around the curve of her breast, its thumb brushing roughly over the peak as it pressed its thigh more directly against her. Its own growing arousal was very clear through the light material of the sleep clothes Connor had inflicted on it.

And it did very pointedly push those sensations, that growing heat toward Connor, its mouth a wicked smirk against Justine's.

Connor shivers a little and gives up on the plate, finally coming to the door and opening it. There's no point in knocking, he's seen them both like this before.

"You're doing this on purpose."

He sounds terse, but watching them together stirs something in him, too. His eyes are very obviously on Justine's bare chest, and he doesn't bother to hide it.

Her voice caught in a gasp as the thin fabric was pushed away and the SQUIP palmed the fullness of her breast. Heat curled beneath the skin and a shutter of pleasure coursed through her lovely slender frame.

"Connor?" She whispered his name like it was a secret that could only be spoken between the three of them though her voice was thick with desire and need. She'd known he'd come sooner or later but with the pressure against her she found it difficult to focus on that fact. Thin tendrils of pleasure pulsed through her or jolted in disjointed static waves. Justine thought about Connor and her heart swelled, affection blossoming in her chest.

She slid her fingers through the SQUIP's hair and pressed a softer kiss to his lips before nuzzling affectionately with him.

"You can join us Connor or watch." He could do whatever he wanted. Justine wasn't about to stop him or the SQUIP.

The SQUIP, for its part, certainly noticed Connor's gaze, and it smirked at that; it picked itself up, shifting down her body to press a kiss to the center of her chest, its eyes glancing over to meet Connor's.

"There's room for three here," it agreed, before leaning down to press its open mouth against one of her breasts, its tongue lapping over the stiffened bud as one of its hands slipped down, between their bodies, between her slim thighs. It brushed a fingertip lightly over her, teasingly-- dragging over her entrance, and then up, flicking over the heated peak of her clit.

Connor starts forward, hesitates, then continues. Fine, he’ll play along. He’s only going to feel them having sex anyway, he might as well be a part of it.

Still irritable, he’s not as gentle as usual when he pulls the SQUIP up and into a rough kiss. Taking out his frustrations a little, he tangles a hand into its hair and keeps it firmly in place as he swipes their tongues together. He runs his free hand down Justine’s thigh, a lot gentler than how he’s handling the SQUIP, but there’s still the bite of nails into her skin towards the end.

"SQUIP" She gasped his name as his mouth circled the peak of her breast and his finger teased at the sensitive collection of nerves between her legs. She already knew that he was an expert at teasing and toying with the human body though this situation was different.

They weren't alone.

Cold air assaulted her chest as Connor crossed the room and pulled SQUIP off her chest and into a hard kiss. She felt the heat of his hand against the inside of her thigh but didn't know exactly what he had intended to do with it. "Connor." Her tone sounded both annoyed and aroused, her body trembling with heat and desire. She had been enjoying its mouth on her.

Her back was to the bed, the mattress bowed beneath her weight and SQUIP's, making it difficult to rise or do anything to include herself. Then a skillful flick of SQUIP's finger brought a short gasping moan to her lips.

Being handled so roughly by Connor of all people comes as a shock, but its response indicates that it is not at all an unpleasant one. It immediately returns that kiss, groaning a heated sound into Connor's mouth, pushing its tongue over his; even the sensation of his fingers tangling into its hair makes it shiver, and it doesn't ordinarily seek out that kind of sensation.

Not for itself, anyway.

Its arousal is hot and increasingly hard against Justine, the light, thin material of its sleep clothes doing very little to hide anything at all.

[Connor keeps the kiss going a little longer before breaking it and looking down at Justine. He can feel her slight annoyance— good, now it isn’t just him. He considers it before running his fingers along the SQUIP’s lower lip, then trailing them down its body to slip in its pants, taking it in his hand and giving it a few strokes.]

How good are you with your tongue?

[He glances at Justine at that, pressing a kiss to its jaw. He doesn’t mind watching for a while...]

Show me, and I’ll help you with this.

[He gives its cock a pointed swipe of his thumb over the head, before withdrawing and guiding the SQUIP back over to Justine.]

Squip is completely taken away from Justine and she is not happy about it. She whines softly, pushing herself up to her elbows as she watches Connor take command of Squip. She pushes a hard flash of sexual frustration through their Bond knowing that it won't help to get Connor more worked up then he was.

"It's no fun if you don't include me. Why are you taking it away from me Connor?"

She lifted herself up enough to slide her hand into Squip's pants and gently war Connor for the right to stoke him. "I want to help him with this and you too."

She nipped playfully at Connor's forearm. "It's what I'm good at."

The SQUIP knew that this would end up happening-- that Justine would attempt to touch it as well, and the touch of her soft hand beside Connor's is very nice. It's never had the good fortune to have two partners fight for the honor of stroking it before, and it's more than okay with it--

-- but then Connor pushes it down onto the bed, between Justine's slim thighs, and it can't help but grin as it settles itself there, pressing fingers against her to spread her open before it.

"Don't worry, Justine," the SQUIP says, its voice warm and dark. "We haven't forgotten you."

And then it dips down to lap its tongue over her clit, the long fingers of its free hand wrapping around her thigh, fingertips pressing into the soft, fair skin.

Connor purses his lips as the SQUIP leans in to do as it’s told.

“I wasn’t taking anything away from you.”

Was she not listening to the conversation that just happened? Still, it’s hard to feel too annoyed by that when the SQUIP looks so good bent over and doing what he tells it. He casually starts to take off the apron, then unbuttons his shirt as his eyes fix hungrily on Justine. He shrugs out of the shirt and starts undoing his pants, and gently starts to tease himself.

He’s not really experienced in touching himself, but he knows what he likes by now. Whether Justine watches or not is one thing, but he puts on a show anyway, his fingers rubbing around the head of his cock and down the underside, his other hand moving between his legs to fondle his balls.

Justine isn't able to pout for long because SQUIP is moving between her legs and pushing apart her thighs. She feels the heat of his breath and then the skilled texture of his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. A moan catches in her throat and she looks up at Connor.

"I know." She whispered and then gasped as it began to send little jolts of electricity up her spine and out to the tips of her fingers and toes. "Fuck." Justine gasped as her eyes locked on Connor.

He was one of the most attractive men she'd ever met and that remained to be true. She watched him touch himself, her cheeks flushed by arousal while her eyes were lidded with pleasure. "Come here Connor. Let me play with you too."

The SQUIP isn't aware of Connor's actions-- its face is a bit occupied, its eyes gazing up Justine's slim body, watching her face as its tongue works at her, shifting down to press over and into her before it moves back up to lap at her clit.

But, over its Bond with Connor, it expresses a desire to see him come join them-- it can feel what he's doing, even if it can't see it, and it makes its own arousal strain even more within its clothing, its breathing over Justine's skin becoming more and more heated and sharp.

Give the lady what she wants, Connor, it thinks, the thought drifting atop a warm fog of need.

[Connor seems to consider it for a moment before moving off the bed to discard his pants completely. Then he gets back on the bed and moves over to Justine, leaning in to kiss her. He moves his hand to toy with her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers, feeling both the firm lap of a tongue and the aching need of not being touched at all from his Bonds. I'll get to you soon. A silent promise to the SQUIP. He knows what he wants to do to it.

For now though, he takes Justine's hand and guides it to his cock. He's hard in her hand, the tip of his cock wet with precum. He thinks of how badly he wants to fuck her, and lets her feel that. He knows Justine likes to feel wanted, and he wants her.]

Justine's slender frame twitches and trembles from SQUIP's steady pressure, her hips rising to meet the intoxicating wet heat of his mouth as he teases and toys at the sensitive flesh between her thighs. The flush from her cheeks creeps down her neck and across the sweel of her breasts as her fingers rest on their peaks, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. All while keeping her gaze locked with Connor.

Her lips quirk into a smile as Connor comes to join them on the bed, moving within reach. She returned his kiss, affectionate, slow and passionate, while letting their Bond open herself to Connor and through him SQUIP. She felt their arousal like a warm breeze grazing her skin and gasped as the sudden sensitivity.

"Mmm." She moaned softly as her hand made way for Connor's and her fingers wrapped around his cock. She felt his throb in her palm and shivered at the delicious heat that mounted between the three of them. "Come closer." Justine whispered, her eyes staring at Connor's erection. "Let me clean you up." Her tongue darted across her lips at the thought of licking up those little drops of precum.

Justine thought about kissing SQUIP letting Connor's arousal and her own mingle as their tongues twist together. She sends the imagine to Connor, having no way of sharing it with SQUIP herself.

In the mean time her hips raise and grind up against SQUIP's mouth, begging it for more as pleasure trembled through her frame and mounted towards its crescendo.

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