fic: Whether or Not Anyone is Really at Fault
Whether or Not Anyone is Really at Fault
Verboten Liebe. Judith/Olli/Christian, NC-17, 2004 words.
Notes: Written for trollprincess in the 2008 Yuletide fic exchange.
Judith walks in on Olli and Christian.
Judith swears up and down that walking in on them is a complete accident, that she'd only been looking for Olli to relay a message from Olivia (a message that she can't for the life of her remember later), and that she is completely and totally without fault. Really. It's not her fault that Christian and Olli assumed she would be gone until much later in the evening, but it is definitely their fault for leaving their door wide open. She thinks clearly, for a moment, how well and truly screwed they would be if Gregor had been the one to wander into the apartment, maybe searching for Christian to take on an extra shift.
Judith means to say something snarky, or rude, or both, and startle them from whatever lovers' plane they are currently inhabiting, then walk back to her own room and snicker to herself for some time.
She means to, but then, well. She gets distracted by the line of Christian's back, her eyes fixed to the muscles that flex as he pushes his hips forward steadily. The low, breathy noises Olli makes keep her feet rooted to the floorboards.
Judith maybe tries to reason with herself that she's surprised, is all. That's why she's standing there, staring stupidly. Because, see, she'd been so sure that with the way Christian and Olli were so nauseatingly sweet on each other their times together in bed would be filled with much gentle cradling, a lot of weepiness, and saccharine declarations of love.
In reality, Christian is spreading Olli's legs wide, is pushing into him with long, slow thrusts, refusing to speed up no matter that Olli is digging his fingers into Christian's shoulder and arm, very nearly begging for him to just, please, go faster.
She feels warmth uncurling in her belly, feels a tightening between her legs. If she'd been sitting down, she'd have crossed them, pressed her thighs together. It's been too long since she last fell into bed with someone, and things with Fabian were so on-again-off-again, and Constantin was such a gentleman, and God.
God, she thinks, this is ridiculous. She needs to do something. She needs to leave. She needs to say something, because probably any second now one of them will notice her standing there, look up and -
Christian bends down over Olli, pressing his face to Olli's neck and Olli looks straight at Judith. She feels her face warm so quickly, she's surprised she doesn't get dizzy. Olli's expression moves quickly from faint surprise to a little thoughtful to a wide grin that she's not quite sure of the reason for.
Judith flounders for a moment, lips moving but no sound actually coming out as she thinks furiously of a plausible excuse for why she'd be watching Christian and Olli fuck in their bed. Not surprisingly, none come to mind.
She's just turning to possibly run away when Olli says, "Are you just going to stand there all day?"
She can see it when Christian tenses a bit, when he huffs a laugh into Olli's shoulder. She can hear it when he murmurs something, though she can't pick out the words. Olli just tells him, fingers combing through the short hairs at the nape of his neck, "See for yourself."
"Um," Judith says once Christian is kneeling up on the bed again, twisting around to look at Judith over his shoulder. She says, "Hi," also giving a little wave. Christian's eyebrows crawl up his forehead, his lips parting.
"Seriously," Olli says, "are you just going to stand there, or would you rather come in here instead?" Christian's still moving, just a little, just these tiny thrusts that make Olli bite at his own lower lip. Christian almost looks like he's unaware of what he's doing, like he's still trying to make sense of the situation.
"I was actually just going to run away," she says honestly, even as she takes one step, then another into the room.
"Why would you do something like that?" Olli asks, grinning, and even if Christian still hasn't actually said anything to her, he's smiling, so she thinks he probably won't bite her head off if she crosses the room and climbs onto the bed with them.
So she does. Then she leans down and kisses Olli on the mouth, strokes her fingers over his jaw and down the side of his neck. His breath puffs across her cheek as Christian starts to take up the rhythm she'd witnessed from the doorway. Olli catches her hand, stopping her, and breaks the kiss. She wonders for a second if he's changed his mind, if they want her to leave already, but his other hand is rubbing her side, so she waits.
"You're not going to get a crush on me, are you?" Olli asks, completely serious as far as she can tell. She can feel her eyebrows go up in surprise. "You won't fall in love with me?"
"... No, Olli," she says after a pause. Olli grins at her again, and she can hear Christian's slightly breathless laughter behind her.
"You're so full of yourself, Olli," Christian mutters, and Olli begins, "Actually, I'm pretty sure I'm just full of - " which is when Judith shuts him up with a kiss because that's not what she wants to hear just then.
But Olli, damnit, breaks the kiss again to say, "And you're not going to fall in love with Christian?"
"No," she says emphatically. "Please stop talking."
"Okay," he says, agreeably enough. They kiss, Olli's tongue swiping over her lower lip, then sinking his teeth into it lightly. Judith feels that fluttery heat in her stomach come back with a vengeance, and she needs to get off in, like, the next ten minutes or she feels like she might spontaneously combust. Olli tugs a hand through her hair, then strokes up under her shirt. Apparently forgetting that he'd agreed to stop talking, he mutters, "Too many clothes," and she lets it slide because he's at least talking about the important things now.
Judith almost scrambles off the bed and gets undressed in record time. She manages not to trip even once, and she's feels a bit proud of herself for that.
She bends down, grinning as Olli licks across her chin playfully, then kisses her again. He really is a very good kisser. She can kind of understand why it is that she walks into the apartment to find them making out on the couch so often. She shivers when she feels the knuckles of Christian's hand brush her side as he rubs them up and down Olli's.
Olli grabs the hand that she'd placed on his chest for balance, drags it down his stomach to wrap their joined hands around his cock. He's rock hard, leaking, and she can only guess what it must be doing to him, having Christian fuck him as he's been doing. He moans long and loud when Judith squeezes her hand up and down the shaft, sliding her palm over the head. She kisses his cheek, then turns to watch her hand touch him.
Christian is watching her, too. He must have some kind of stamina, she thinks. She shudders at the thought of him fucking her the same way, and has to look up at him, see his expression.
His eyes are half-closed, lips red from being bitten hard, breath coming noisily now. She has to slide her hand down, then. Has to feel him, slick, where his body meets Olli's. Christian's hips stutter when she rubs her fingers around Olli's hole, around his cock even as it moves in and out of Olli.
"Fuck," Christian breathes. It's easy to see that he's close, so close.
"Wait, wait," Olli says quickly, and then the next few moments involve a lot of shuffling around and turning over, a lot of making sure no one's knees or elbows show up in the wrong place at the wrong time.
They end up with Judith on her back underneath Olli, with Olli leaning on his hands over her and Christian taking Olli from behind. "Wait, wait," Olli mutters again as he balances on one forearm, manages to slip on a condom with one hand quickly enough that Judith is impressed, and then Christian is pushing into Olli again, and Olli is pushing into her, and wow.
"Wow," she nearly whispers, glad when Olli keeps himself from laughing at her. It's awkward at first, trying to find a rhythm that works between the three of them, but they manage it soon enough. And Judith is squirming with every thrust of Christian's that pushes Olli into her body, hiking one leg up on Olli's waist to change the angle a little.
It's good, but it's not enough. Olli, though, is braced on his forearms over her, mouth sucking bruises into her neck as his hand strokes the underside of her breast and rolls her nipple lightly while Christian has pressed his forehead to Olli's shoulder, panting into his skin. So she does her best to squeeze a hand between the little bit of space left between their bodies to rub over her clit. She presses down, eyes squeezing shut, clenching around Olli's cock and causing him to jerk forward. She tries to push her hips up into him, meet him, but finds that she's pinned down under their combined weight, and the next couple moments are lost on her, just a blurry recollection of moans and heat and pleasure.
She doesn't come before Olli and Christian do, and almost groans in frustration when Christian pulls out of Olli and flops onto his back beside them. Then Olli is doing the same, and she thinks she might punch one or both of them if they just fall fast asleep, but Olli is crawling down the bed, nosing down her stomach. She sighs when his tongue swipes across her, up and down, then dipping inside. She writhes a little when he presses his thumb over her clit, rubbing and rubbing, fucking his tongue inside of her, and it isn't very long before she comes, too.
And then they're all laying there, sweaty and sticky and gross, but sated at least. It's quiet except for the sounds they make as they as they press as close together as they can stand and pull the comforter up from the foot of the bed. Well, it is until Olli says, as if continuing a conversation that never stopped, "And I am not full of myself, and you know it was a valid question."
Judith is confused for almost a whole minute as to what in the hell he's babbling about. From the quiet on the other side of the bed, she'd guess Christian is also confused.
"I mean," Olli continues, "I can think of at least one instance with one person whose name just might maybe rhyme with Loco that didn't turn out too well, if you follow me."
Judith snorts, and Christian mutters, "Shut up. And go to sleep." His voice is slow, and Judith is surprised he isn't already knocked out. Eyes still closed, she can feel it when Olli turns over arm brushing her side as he gets comfortable again.
But, as appealing as snuggling and napping in the afterglow is, the awesome thing about hooking up in other people's beds, Judith knows, is that her own bed is waiting for her, clean, and smelling freshly laundered with no wet spots in sight. She grins as she stands up on slightly unsteady legs, picking up her clothes, but not actually bothering to put them back on.
"Should've known you were that kind of girl," she can hear Olli mutter. He's probably already mostly asleep. "Just use people for sex."
She rolls her eyes, and decides not to bother with a response. By the time she gets to her own room and falls into her own bed, she's already mostly asleep, too.
Verboten Liebe. Judith/Olli/Christian, NC-17, 2004 words.
Notes: Written for trollprincess in the 2008 Yuletide fic exchange.
Judith walks in on Olli and Christian.
Judith swears up and down that walking in on them is a complete accident, that she'd only been looking for Olli to relay a message from Olivia (a message that she can't for the life of her remember later), and that she is completely and totally without fault. Really. It's not her fault that Christian and Olli assumed she would be gone until much later in the evening, but it is definitely their fault for leaving their door wide open. She thinks clearly, for a moment, how well and truly screwed they would be if Gregor had been the one to wander into the apartment, maybe searching for Christian to take on an extra shift.
Judith means to say something snarky, or rude, or both, and startle them from whatever lovers' plane they are currently inhabiting, then walk back to her own room and snicker to herself for some time.
She means to, but then, well. She gets distracted by the line of Christian's back, her eyes fixed to the muscles that flex as he pushes his hips forward steadily. The low, breathy noises Olli makes keep her feet rooted to the floorboards.
Judith maybe tries to reason with herself that she's surprised, is all. That's why she's standing there, staring stupidly. Because, see, she'd been so sure that with the way Christian and Olli were so nauseatingly sweet on each other their times together in bed would be filled with much gentle cradling, a lot of weepiness, and saccharine declarations of love.
In reality, Christian is spreading Olli's legs wide, is pushing into him with long, slow thrusts, refusing to speed up no matter that Olli is digging his fingers into Christian's shoulder and arm, very nearly begging for him to just, please, go faster.
She feels warmth uncurling in her belly, feels a tightening between her legs. If she'd been sitting down, she'd have crossed them, pressed her thighs together. It's been too long since she last fell into bed with someone, and things with Fabian were so on-again-off-again, and Constantin was such a gentleman, and God.
God, she thinks, this is ridiculous. She needs to do something. She needs to leave. She needs to say something, because probably any second now one of them will notice her standing there, look up and -
Christian bends down over Olli, pressing his face to Olli's neck and Olli looks straight at Judith. She feels her face warm so quickly, she's surprised she doesn't get dizzy. Olli's expression moves quickly from faint surprise to a little thoughtful to a wide grin that she's not quite sure of the reason for.
Judith flounders for a moment, lips moving but no sound actually coming out as she thinks furiously of a plausible excuse for why she'd be watching Christian and Olli fuck in their bed. Not surprisingly, none come to mind.
She's just turning to possibly run away when Olli says, "Are you just going to stand there all day?"
She can see it when Christian tenses a bit, when he huffs a laugh into Olli's shoulder. She can hear it when he murmurs something, though she can't pick out the words. Olli just tells him, fingers combing through the short hairs at the nape of his neck, "See for yourself."
"Um," Judith says once Christian is kneeling up on the bed again, twisting around to look at Judith over his shoulder. She says, "Hi," also giving a little wave. Christian's eyebrows crawl up his forehead, his lips parting.
"Seriously," Olli says, "are you just going to stand there, or would you rather come in here instead?" Christian's still moving, just a little, just these tiny thrusts that make Olli bite at his own lower lip. Christian almost looks like he's unaware of what he's doing, like he's still trying to make sense of the situation.
"I was actually just going to run away," she says honestly, even as she takes one step, then another into the room.
"Why would you do something like that?" Olli asks, grinning, and even if Christian still hasn't actually said anything to her, he's smiling, so she thinks he probably won't bite her head off if she crosses the room and climbs onto the bed with them.
So she does. Then she leans down and kisses Olli on the mouth, strokes her fingers over his jaw and down the side of his neck. His breath puffs across her cheek as Christian starts to take up the rhythm she'd witnessed from the doorway. Olli catches her hand, stopping her, and breaks the kiss. She wonders for a second if he's changed his mind, if they want her to leave already, but his other hand is rubbing her side, so she waits.
"You're not going to get a crush on me, are you?" Olli asks, completely serious as far as she can tell. She can feel her eyebrows go up in surprise. "You won't fall in love with me?"
"... No, Olli," she says after a pause. Olli grins at her again, and she can hear Christian's slightly breathless laughter behind her.
"You're so full of yourself, Olli," Christian mutters, and Olli begins, "Actually, I'm pretty sure I'm just full of - " which is when Judith shuts him up with a kiss because that's not what she wants to hear just then.
But Olli, damnit, breaks the kiss again to say, "And you're not going to fall in love with Christian?"
"No," she says emphatically. "Please stop talking."
"Okay," he says, agreeably enough. They kiss, Olli's tongue swiping over her lower lip, then sinking his teeth into it lightly. Judith feels that fluttery heat in her stomach come back with a vengeance, and she needs to get off in, like, the next ten minutes or she feels like she might spontaneously combust. Olli tugs a hand through her hair, then strokes up under her shirt. Apparently forgetting that he'd agreed to stop talking, he mutters, "Too many clothes," and she lets it slide because he's at least talking about the important things now.
Judith almost scrambles off the bed and gets undressed in record time. She manages not to trip even once, and she's feels a bit proud of herself for that.
She bends down, grinning as Olli licks across her chin playfully, then kisses her again. He really is a very good kisser. She can kind of understand why it is that she walks into the apartment to find them making out on the couch so often. She shivers when she feels the knuckles of Christian's hand brush her side as he rubs them up and down Olli's.
Olli grabs the hand that she'd placed on his chest for balance, drags it down his stomach to wrap their joined hands around his cock. He's rock hard, leaking, and she can only guess what it must be doing to him, having Christian fuck him as he's been doing. He moans long and loud when Judith squeezes her hand up and down the shaft, sliding her palm over the head. She kisses his cheek, then turns to watch her hand touch him.
Christian is watching her, too. He must have some kind of stamina, she thinks. She shudders at the thought of him fucking her the same way, and has to look up at him, see his expression.
His eyes are half-closed, lips red from being bitten hard, breath coming noisily now. She has to slide her hand down, then. Has to feel him, slick, where his body meets Olli's. Christian's hips stutter when she rubs her fingers around Olli's hole, around his cock even as it moves in and out of Olli.
"Fuck," Christian breathes. It's easy to see that he's close, so close.
"Wait, wait," Olli says quickly, and then the next few moments involve a lot of shuffling around and turning over, a lot of making sure no one's knees or elbows show up in the wrong place at the wrong time.
They end up with Judith on her back underneath Olli, with Olli leaning on his hands over her and Christian taking Olli from behind. "Wait, wait," Olli mutters again as he balances on one forearm, manages to slip on a condom with one hand quickly enough that Judith is impressed, and then Christian is pushing into Olli again, and Olli is pushing into her, and wow.
"Wow," she nearly whispers, glad when Olli keeps himself from laughing at her. It's awkward at first, trying to find a rhythm that works between the three of them, but they manage it soon enough. And Judith is squirming with every thrust of Christian's that pushes Olli into her body, hiking one leg up on Olli's waist to change the angle a little.
It's good, but it's not enough. Olli, though, is braced on his forearms over her, mouth sucking bruises into her neck as his hand strokes the underside of her breast and rolls her nipple lightly while Christian has pressed his forehead to Olli's shoulder, panting into his skin. So she does her best to squeeze a hand between the little bit of space left between their bodies to rub over her clit. She presses down, eyes squeezing shut, clenching around Olli's cock and causing him to jerk forward. She tries to push her hips up into him, meet him, but finds that she's pinned down under their combined weight, and the next couple moments are lost on her, just a blurry recollection of moans and heat and pleasure.
She doesn't come before Olli and Christian do, and almost groans in frustration when Christian pulls out of Olli and flops onto his back beside them. Then Olli is doing the same, and she thinks she might punch one or both of them if they just fall fast asleep, but Olli is crawling down the bed, nosing down her stomach. She sighs when his tongue swipes across her, up and down, then dipping inside. She writhes a little when he presses his thumb over her clit, rubbing and rubbing, fucking his tongue inside of her, and it isn't very long before she comes, too.
And then they're all laying there, sweaty and sticky and gross, but sated at least. It's quiet except for the sounds they make as they as they press as close together as they can stand and pull the comforter up from the foot of the bed. Well, it is until Olli says, as if continuing a conversation that never stopped, "And I am not full of myself, and you know it was a valid question."
Judith is confused for almost a whole minute as to what in the hell he's babbling about. From the quiet on the other side of the bed, she'd guess Christian is also confused.
"I mean," Olli continues, "I can think of at least one instance with one person whose name just might maybe rhyme with Loco that didn't turn out too well, if you follow me."
Judith snorts, and Christian mutters, "Shut up. And go to sleep." His voice is slow, and Judith is surprised he isn't already knocked out. Eyes still closed, she can feel it when Olli turns over arm brushing her side as he gets comfortable again.
But, as appealing as snuggling and napping in the afterglow is, the awesome thing about hooking up in other people's beds, Judith knows, is that her own bed is waiting for her, clean, and smelling freshly laundered with no wet spots in sight. She grins as she stands up on slightly unsteady legs, picking up her clothes, but not actually bothering to put them back on.
"Should've known you were that kind of girl," she can hear Olli mutter. He's probably already mostly asleep. "Just use people for sex."
She rolls her eyes, and decides not to bother with a response. By the time she gets to her own room and falls into her own bed, she's already mostly asleep, too.