Chapter 106: Back to Lessons
Grace woke up to moaning.
Again.
She cracked one eye open and yep, there it was. Diana had her face buried between Alia’s spread legs, going at it like she was searching for buried treasure. Alia’s hands tangled in Diana’s short black hair, her back arching off the couch as she gasped something about "right there, fuck, right there!"
At the kitchen table, maybe three feet away, Petriel and Zephyr sat eating breakfast. Petriel nibbled on toast while reading some healing manual. Zephyr sipped tea and watched the show with mild interest, occasionally offering commentary.
"Try using your fingers too, Diana. She likes that."
Diana flipped her off without looking up from her work.
Grace rolled out of bed, stretching. Some time ago, waking up to her roommates fucking would have sent her fleeing in embarrassment. Now? Just another Tuesday in the rookie wing.
Except...
Grace found herself staring. Really staring. At the way Alia’s thighs trembled, at how Diana’s shoulder muscles flexed with each movement, at the slick sounds filling the room.
[Shit. I kind of want to join in.]
The thought hit her like a brick. She’d never felt that urge before, not really. Sure, she’d appreciated the view, but wanting to dive in herself? That was new.