Emma lied there panting as Cyn crawled from under the sheets. "Did I make you feel good, Mommy?" She asked. She already knew the answer by the way Emma was moaning her name and the way her thighs squeezed the sides of her head as she came. Still, she wanted to hear her say it.

"Yes, baby. So good. Come here." Emma pulled her face closer to hers and kissed her. She sucked her bottom lip.

"Mommy." Cyn moaned as Emma lightly pinched her nipples. Emma was so good in bed. She knew for certain now that her and Delilah's sex had to be out of this world. She squeezed her legs together thinking about them both.

"Hm?" Emma wanted to just eat Cyn up. She was so adorable. Everything she did was the cutest.

"You're making her tingly again." She called her private bits "her." Also very adorable in Emma's book. Cyn already came so many times. She stopped counting.

"I guess Mommy should take care of that." Emma said before disappearing under the blankets. Cyn bit her lip as Emma pleasured her. There was a knock at Cyn's bedroom door.

"Fuck." Cyn whispered as Emma stopped. "Yes, Jax?" She said.

"Sorry! I'm headed out. I'll be back later." He said from the other side of the door.

Cyn looked at the time. It was kind of late. He never went anywhere and especially not this late. She got out of bed and put on an oversized t-shirt to meet him in the living room. She needed to see where he was going and why.

Emma sighed and grabbed her phone. She had a text from Miguel. It was just a picture of the almond milk from her fridge and said "really?" Emma laughed. Delilah had her hooked on the stuff. It was honestly better tasting and apparently better for her. She also had a text from her. It simply said "miss you." Emma text her back "miss you more."

The most difficult part about dating two people was missing one while with the other and feeling guilty about it. Emma knew it was just human nature to miss the people you cared about but it felt wrong. Cyn walked back into the room.

"Sorry about that." She said. Her face was balled into a frown.

"What's wrong?" Emma asked. She sat up and pulled the sheet over her bare chest.

"Jaxon is just being shady. That's all." Cyn was worried he might be using again or on his way to it. She hoped not though.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Emma asked.

"No." She said quickly and sternly.

"Oh." Emma was afraid maybe she was being intrusive. Were they not on that level to deep dive into family drama yet?

"No I just mean... I don't want to worry about that right now." Jax took up enough of her mental capacity as it was. No need to ruin a perfectly good night.

"So what do you want to do?" Emma asked.

"Get food!" Cyn cheered.

"I can do that." Emma chuckled.

"And see Lilah! If that's okay." Cyn pulled at her shirt. She missed Delilah and she had been thinking about her, wondering if she was okay.

"It's okay. Shower and get dressed and we'll stop for food on the way there." Emma instructed. She needed to do the same. Now, if she could just find her underwear.

Emma and Cyn walked through the door of Delilah's house and took their shoes off. It was an ingrained habit now. Delilah hated the thought of all the terrible things people stepped in during the day being dragged across her floor. She specifically had heels she only wore during play. They never saw the light of day.

"Where is she?" Cyn asked.

"I'm not sure." Emma said. She started up the stairs and Cyn followed her. They found her in the bathtub surrounded by candles with a facial mask on.

Delilah opened her eyes. "Well I didn't know this was going to be a group activity." She wasn't aware Cyn would be tagging along either. Not that she minded.

Cyn smiled and waved. "Hi!"

"Hi, Cynthia." Delilah smirked. Delilah was also intoxicated. She had finished an entire bottle of wine by herself. She was working on the second before she got in the tub. She looked at Emma. "Your hair wasn't like that before you left." Delilah chuckled and looked at Cyn. "Emma has sex hair. Did you do that?"

Cyn blushed and started giggling.

Emma chuckled and rolled her eyes. She noticed the half empty bottle of wine and the glass next to the tub. Clearly Delilah was intoxicated. "Cyn missed you. Are you going to get out of the tub and hang out with us?"

"Sure." Delilah stood up. Her naked body dripping in soapy water.

Emma covered Cyn's eyes with her hands. "Really, babe?"

"What? Everyone in this room has seen each other naked at this point." Delilah grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her body.

Cyn moved Emma's hand. "She does have a point."

Emma gave Delilah a warning look. A sigh left Delilah's lips. "Okay. I'm sorry." She stepped out of the tub, splashing a puddle of water into the floor as she did. She almost slipped. Emma grabbed her to steady her balance. Delilah smiled. "That would have been bad. Good thing you're here." Delilah tapped Emma's nose.

"Yeah. Good thing." Emma said. "I need to shower."

"I'm sure you do." Delilah grabbed her glass of wine and the bottle and headed to her bedroom.

Cyn looked at Emma. "Is she okay?"

"She's pretending to be okay and she's drunk. Will you be okay with her while I hop in the shower?"

"Yeah of course." Cyn gave Emma a kiss and then left her alone to find Delilah. When she found her she was sitting on the bed in her robe.

"Did Emma send you to babysit me?" Delilah asked before sipping from her glass.

"We both know if anyone needs a babysitter, it's me." Cyn said. She crawled onto the bed and laid behind Delilah.

"This is true. Would you like some?" Delilah held up the bottle of wine that was quickly disappearing. Cyn shook her head no. "Mm more for me." Delilah finished that which was in her cup and laid down next to Cyn. They were close to each other but not touching.

"I've been thinking about you. A lot." Cyn said quietly.

"What about me?" Delilah asked. She rested her hands on her tummy and took a deep breath. She knew this was headed somewhere she didn't want to go. Everyone was probably always thinking about her now.

"Just like.. how you're doing. If you're okay and stuff. You know if Emma is busy working or whatever and you need someone else to talk to, I'm here."

"Yeah Cyn. I know." Delilah was bored with this already. She didn't want people to pity her or talk to her like she was this poor victim. She was fine. She'd be okay. Plenty worse happened to other people and they survived. She would too.

"Okay." Cyn could tell Delilah didn't want to talk about it. She could take a hint. "So how is the new restaurant coming along?" She asked.

This intrigued Delilah a little more. Nobody had asked about that since the incident with Savannah. "It's going well. The contractors are good friends of mine. They've sent me pictures. It's going to be great. I'll probably start conducting interviews soon."

"That's really exciting." Cyn said. She could hear the hint of happiness in Delilah's voice. She wanted to keep it there.

"It is. Hey! How would you feel about interviewing for the manager's job once it opens up?" Delilah asked.

"Really? You think I could handle that?" Cyn asked.

"What? Of course. You're more than capable." Delilah said.

Cyn smiled. It felt good to hear that Delilah thought that. Drunk or not. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." There was a few minutes of silence between the pair. "So did you have fun screwing my girlfriend?" Delilah asked.

Cyn's entire face went red. "Are you mad at me?" She asked. She knew this was a bad idea. Of course this was going to blow up in her face.

Delilah laughed softly. "No, Cyn."

"Oh. Good." Cyn relaxed again.

"You make her happy. That's good." Delilah nodded and closed her eyes. "She deserves the world."

"You make her happy too." Cyn gently rested her hand on Delilah's head.

"I know but you give her something I can't. It's okay. I'm glad you're here." Delilah was feeling sleepy. She realized that if she drank enough alcohol she could go to sleep without being terrorized the entire night.

"I'm glad I'm here too." Cyn snuggled closer to her. She quickly heard the tiny snores coming from a fast asleep Delilah. Emma came out of the bathroom and saw the two cuddling. Cyn held a finger to her lips. She didn't want to wake her. Emma nodded and quietly got ready for bed before joining them.

"She must really like you." Emma whispered. "She doesn't let just anyone hold her."

Cyn giggled. "She's drunk. It probably doesn't matter."

"It's Delilah. It always matters." Emma said. She kissed Cyn's shoulder. "Good night, baby."

"Goodnight." Cyn laid there in the for awhile before even attempting to go to sleep. She felt the warmth of the two beautiful women in front of her and behind her. She liked it. Maybe even loved it. It felt good being so valued and appreciated. She thought about what Delilah said. She was happy she was here. She gave Emma something she couldn't and she was okay with that. She liked Emma but she liked Delilah too. It was differently but felt just as important. It messed with Cyn's head. Her entire life she was lead to believe that love was a one on one type of game. It never occurred to her that maybe it didn't have to be that way. Maybe love came in different forms with different needs, handled and given differently according to the person. One person could need love in multiple different ways and possibly from different people. Cyn felt like she was blowing her own mind. She finally closed her eyes after she realized she wouldn't be able to conclude or dissect her new thoughts and feelings all in one night. Besides, did Emma and Delilah even think or feel the same way?