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theunpressuredclub) wrote2014-04-08 01:10 am
theunpressuredclub) wrote2014-04-08 01:10 am
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the breaking point (threesome canon; for ofthecubs)
Rachel is weeping when they stumble into Edgar’s chambers, and the two of them slump to the ground just inside the door, only just keeping one another from falling over completely. There is blood staining her shirt and a frightening looking gash near one of his eyes, among other things, but the injuries are being ignored for now by the young redhead as she clings to her boyfriend, presses her forehead against his.
“Enough, Elliot,” she says, her voice rough and shaking, “I don’t care if you and Pierre have to switch Suits and come stay with us. We can’t—we can’t do this anymore.”
“Rachel,” he begins, and his voice is a kind of raspiness that only comes from screaming too long.
“No.” she interrupts, “I can’t—watch while he does this anymore. I can’t let him make you watch, either. This—this is going to end. Maybe not tonight, but—soon.”
“Rachel—”
“—No, Elliot.” Her gaze turns instinctively, pleadingly, towards Edgar, “There’s another way. We’ll find it—won’t we, Ed?”
And maybe they will, now that the majority of them are in agreement that another way needed to be found. Now that Rachel, finally, after far too long, wants to seek the other solutions Edgar has spent too long asking them both to find.
“Enough, Elliot,” she says, her voice rough and shaking, “I don’t care if you and Pierre have to switch Suits and come stay with us. We can’t—we can’t do this anymore.”
“Rachel,” he begins, and his voice is a kind of raspiness that only comes from screaming too long.
“No.” she interrupts, “I can’t—watch while he does this anymore. I can’t let him make you watch, either. This—this is going to end. Maybe not tonight, but—soon.”
“Rachel—”
“—No, Elliot.” Her gaze turns instinctively, pleadingly, towards Edgar, “There’s another way. We’ll find it—won’t we, Ed?”
And maybe they will, now that the majority of them are in agreement that another way needed to be found. Now that Rachel, finally, after far too long, wants to seek the other solutions Edgar has spent too long asking them both to find.
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"'ll go," Elliot says, leaning to press a kiss against Rachel's forehead before he sets the ice pack aside and gets to his feet, "Might help with the bruises."
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"C'mon, scarecrow."
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Taking his hand is still easy. So is leaning a little closer and briefly, comfortably resting his head against Edgar's shoulder.
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More importantly, he's working on squeezing the other young man's hand. On kissing the top of his head firmly.
On a tight, adoring hug once they're in the bath room.
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Not that he could actually be entirely angry at him. Especially not now, when he's able to snuggle in close and kiss him properly.
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"And... we'll talk tomorrow, yeah? About-- everything with you and Rach?"
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"We-- we will."
Finally. After all this time.
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It's important to get it promised. Important that this warm safety extend to the next day.
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And he'll seal it with a proper kiss, even.
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Breaking from this kiss comes with a shaky sort of breath because the words are still getting swallowed. "You're-- you're really the best, nn?"
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It's the way they say 'I love you,' for now. They'll get better at it, slowly.
Might get better about it now, with Rachel rapping on the door questioningly.
"Room for one more?" she queries with a small smile.
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It's enough, for the moment, to smile crookedly at the man he's holding before reaching out for the woman in the door.
"C'mon. Everyone in the shower. 's big enough."
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"All right, then."