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Nightcat crawls out of the pipe, she looks at the living room. It's stuck as always in a state of semi-messy, only a handful of plates line the tables and only everything important seems to be in order. Other than that a small portion of trash lay on the floor.
It didn’t matter much as it only really mattered to her. Inv and Surv just needed it to be clean enough to not intrude, unlike how she wanted nothing less than perfect cleanliness.
She could see a vulture mask held above two explosive spears, no doubt hunted by Inv. A few unused candles found by Monk and given to Survivor as a birthday present were put on the kitchen table. After the living room was a room with a large window that held a piano and really nothing else. She liked it that way, it gave the room style with how empty it was; Spearmaster would say something about negative space or what not. Regardless she was the only one who knew how to play it, she was the only one in the entire colony. Still she really only did for her two boys.
She could hear the chatter of her two boys behind her, talking about what Rivulet did today or something. She wasn’t really listening, she found their voices enjoyable enough.
She looked at her marshmallow and blueberry, they appeared a little far caught up in their conversation to notice her, just following her absent mindedly, she could lead them straight into a wall if she’d like.
She found a yawn crawl up her throat, to this she said. “Hey I’ma head to sleep now, you can catch up later if you want.”
She started to walk off when Inv shouted at her. “I’ll be seeing you in bed~!”
Which she properly ignored and continued strutting off to bed.
She walked through the pipe leading to their quarters. Inside held a bed for two, used by three, and with enough extra space to be for one. The left nightstand held a bunch of pearls in the top drawer, an explosive spear held in the bottom drawer, and a pearl reader on top. The right nightstand held more pearls strewn about on top, a notebook in the first drawer, that they all loved to write in sometimes. Sometimes it was heartfelt messages, other pages held crude drawings, sometimes it was just notes to each other. And finally the bottom drawer held a bowtie that Survivor got for his birthday, made by Saint. They all have worn it at different times though.
She got under the hastily made fluff provided by the bed. She couldn’t deny that the bed felt a little too big for only her.
She woke up when Inv and Survivor walked through the pipe.
“Hey marshmallow and blueberry…” she said softly, almost in a whisper.
“Hey…” Inv responded, a little awkwardly. Survivor nudged him to get in first.
He carefully moved, as to not disturb Nightcat, only for Nightcat to abandon her previous comfort to seek a far greater warmth. She perched her face on Inv’s neck and used her hands to squeeze Inv, just a little. She felt his fur as it became noticeably longer around his neck. The sensation never got old, the immediate warmth flooded her nervous system.
“O-oh…” she didn’t need to look to know he was blushing. He returned the hug tentatively.
She opened her eyes to see Survivor, joining in on the fun. He crawled to Inv with far more abandon than Inv did with Night. Night left a small kiss on his shoulder and felt as the smooch made some of his body twitch slightly. She backed away, letting Inv regain his composure for just a moment.
“I love you Inv, my sweet blueberry.” she whispered, leaving her face teasingly close to his.
“I love you to-” Inv failed to finish his sentence as Survivor grabs him from behind and assaults the back of his head with kisses. Nightcat feeling left out cups his face and holds it so that she can place her lips upon Inv’s own. She pulls back, enjoying the tingling excitement Inv delivers her. She sees the blush now pained all over his face, his face now a dark shade of red, looks distantly at her. She stares into his eyes and swears she can see them spin.
“Aww look at you~” She can feel a purr rise and fall with Inv’s breath as he lays there half conscious.
“Hey Inv, you mind if you lay flat.” Surv requested, as it was the custom, and the standard form of sleep for the three of them; one slug being chosen as the middle and the rest pampering them with affection.
Inv, barely processing the request, slowly rolled over to lay flat. Night pressed a kiss to his cheek while Surv nuzzled his neck. Both actions where responded to, with Inv now purring louder, and his heart beating faster.
Night spoke to Surv. “he’s so cute, how did we even live without this sweet little berry in our lives?” She said, smiling from ear to ear.
In response Surv giggled. “I have no idea.” He said, smiling just as much as she was.
“Y-you can’t ju-just act like.. I’m.. Not, here.” Inv Said putting his best effort into sounding like he wasn’t completely flustered.
In response, Night placed her face just a little above Inv’s. “Oh sweety, we know you’re here, we just wanna talk about how cute you are.” After finishing and before Inv could counter she lowered herself to place a small kiss on his lips. She danced in the warmth they shared, and basked in the glory of his love. His lips seemed to be something she could not get enough of.
“Can I give him a kiss on the lips next time?” Survivor asked her like a child would ask their parents.
“ No, I own the rights to this man's lips!” She pouted at him, he gave her an over exaggerated frown, and she giggled back.
“Ok, ok, I'll relent.” She giggled again at him. “You can co-own this man’s lips, so that you may also bask in the joy of their warmth.”
They both laughed at each other for a moment. Inv, just enjoying the body heat of his two mates, failed to hear it.
Night let Survivor choose what plot of Inv he would stake in. He chose to nuzzle Inv’s neck, to which Inv placed a hand on his head and pulled through his similarly short fur. Night herself chose the chest, more particularly over the heart. Inv rewarded her affection by placing a hand on the base of her neck overlapping her shoulder.
She felt the warmth of his paw placed so close to her, her ears almost cupped Surv and she wrapped her arms around Inv. the sensation almost driving her mad, her heart fluttered when she felt Inv start to scratch her neck. She pressed her head against Inv and squeezed him harder, feeling as Surv drooped his hands around the both of them, just barely reaching her back. The warmth now surrounding her, she pulled the fluff up until her nose and let herself purr.
The feeling as Inv’s lungs slightly rumbled soothed her mind, and relaxed her heart. She felt as Surv started to purr right above her.
She let the soft touch of Inv pull her away, the warmth forcing her heart to relax. As the sensation cut though her with pinpoint precision.
She felt as her lungs rose and fell making a rumbling noise that was joined in with two others of its chorus. The sound lulled the day away, plucking her thoughts from her head as if she had simply been holding them.
A now subtle thumping layered to all of this, she felt as the living breathing embodiment of her dear blueberry beat to an unheard song. Still she somehow heard it, a distant piano. The subtle hum of a violin. A calm harp, playing in tandem with the other two; and the other 3 or the other 4 perhaps an entire orchestra.
They asked her to play, and so she did, she took her place as a pianist, and played a passionate romantic melody, one that the orchestra sang along to.
And now, she was asleep.