Sunlight cut across the master bedroom.
Aryan woke first, a warm weight settled on either side of him. He listened to the soft breathing that filled the quiet room.
To his left, Wanda was curled tightly against his side, her head tucked under his chin and an arm draped over his chest.
To his right, Sharon lay half turned toward him, her hand resting gently on his stomach.
He carefully tried to shift, thinking he could slip away without waking them.
"Don't even think about it," Wanda murmured, her voice husky with sleep as she snuggled closer, tightening her hold.
From his other side, Sharon's eyes opened, a warm blue that held a hint of a smile. "Where do you think you're going?"
Aryan relaxed back into the pillows, a genuine smile touching his lips. "I have responsibilities."
"So do we," Sharon whispered, tracing a lazy circle on his skin with her fingertip. "And our first responsibility is to make sure you don't leave this bed."
"It's a rule," Wanda agreed, finally lifting her head to look at him. She leaned in and gave him a long kiss. "A very important rule."
Aryan chuckled softly, his hand coming up to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. "And you haven't even brushed your teeth yet."
Wanda pulled back with a playful pout, her eyes narrowing. "Oh, really? That's the standard now? Because that certainly didn't stop you the other day."
From his other side, Sharon let out a amused hum, opening one eye to watch the show. "She has a point. I was here for that."
Wanda's confidence grew with the backup. "Exactly. You woke up before either of us, hadn't even had a sip of water and you rolled over and kissed me like you were dying of thirst."
"It was a matter of extreme importance," Aryan said with a smile.
Sharon snorted softly. "That's your excuse? 'Extreme importance'? I'd classify it as a complete and total lack of self control. Which, for the record, I'm not complaining about. But let's call it what it is."
"See?" Wanda gestured dramatically towards Sharon, leaning over him to make her point. "She's on my side. So, what you're saying is, my morning breath is a minor inconvenience, but yours is a heroic necessity?"
Caught between them, he was cornered. He looked from Wanda's accusatory pout to Sharon's entertained smirk and sighed in theatrical defeat.
"Fine. You've exposed me," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as he pulled both of them closer. "The truth is, I'm hopelessly addicted to both of you, dental hygiene standards be damned."
He punctuated the statement by giving Wanda another kiss and then turned to press one onto Sharon's lips.
"Smooth," Sharon murmured against his shoulder, her smile evident in her voice.
"You get a pass," Wanda conceded, settling back against his chest with a satisfied sigh.
He laughed softly and tightened his arms, pulling them both closer.
Sharon propped herself up on an elbow, her expression softening as she looked down at him. The teasing glint in her eyes was replaced by an unwavering affection. She leaned down, her hair falling like a curtain around them and pressed a deliberate kiss to his lips, lingering for a moment.
He wrapped his arms around both of them, pulling them fully in. Wanda shifted, fitting herself perfectly against his left side, while Sharon settled against his right. He buried his face for a moment between them, inhaling the mixed scent of Wanda's hair and the warmth of Sharon's skin.
Wanda smiled against his chest, a happy sound that he could feel. He felt her fingers lace through his. On his other side, Sharon settled back down, her head finding its familiar place on his shoulder. Her hand came to rest flat over his heart and her thumb began stroking a rhythmic pattern, feeling the steady beat beneath her palm.
For a long moment, there was only the shared warmth of the bed, the silent language of their bodies pressed together. Aryan tightened his hold on Wanda's hand, bringing her knuckles to his lips for a soft kiss. He then turned his head slightly toward Sharon, his lips brushing against her lips.
The air in the room shifted. The comfortable peace began to charge with something else, a simmering heat that started in his chest and spread outwards.
He felt Sharon's breath catch for a fraction of a second, her thumb pausing its slow circle on his chest before resuming, this time with a more possessive pressure.
He traced a path of soft kisses down from her temple, along the elegant line of her jaw. A quiet sigh escaped her lips, a sound of pure surrender that made his own pulse quicken.
Beside him, Wanda's breathing deepened and her hand unlaced from his. She began a slow exploration, her fingertips gliding over the hard planes of his stomach, each touch sending a shiver through him. He could feel her wanting.
His eyes met Sharon's. In their depths, he saw the same fire he felt building inside him. Wanda lifted her head, her gaze meeting Sharon's over Aryan's body. A small smile passed between the two women.
He shifted, turning more fully onto his back. Sharon's hand slid from his chest, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as she leaned in to claim his lips. Simultaneously, Wanda rose up, her body moving over his, her kiss finding the sensitive skin of his neck.