the breaking point (threesome canon; for ofthecubs)

[theunpressuredclub]

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.

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[ofthecubs]

Another good thing about having three of them, really; they can pass off the one who needs most help. His hand is reaching for Elliot's before the Spade has even fully left Rachel's side.

"C'mon, scarecrow."

[theunpressuredclub]

"Scarecrow?" The Spade echoes with a snort as he properly pulls to his full height, stifling a grimace as the movement tugs at aching parts.

Taking his hand is still easy. So is leaning a little closer and briefly, comfortably resting his head against Edgar's shoulder.

[ofthecubs]

"Working on something more creative, promise."

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.

[meonmyway2stealurgirl]

"You better. Otherwise I'll be quite upset with you."

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.

[ofthecubs]

Proper kisses are important. Proper kisses make his breath come a little easier as he holds the other young man in close.

"And... we'll talk tomorrow, yeah? About-- everything with you and Rach?"

[meonmyway2stealurgirl]

It's always surprising how much their kisses help the world feel more settled. Make it easy to breathe despite the bruises marring his chest making it otherwise difficult.

"We-- we will."

Finally. After all this time.

[ofthecubs]

"Promise, okay?"

It's important to get it promised. Important that this warm safety extend to the next day.

[meonmyway2stealurgirl]

"...I promise, Ed."

And he'll seal it with a proper kiss, even.

[ofthecubs]

It's the sort of thing he wants to end with 'I love you.' It's the sort of thing, if it were Rachel, that it would have rolled naturally out.

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?"

[meonmyway2stealurgirl]

"You are," Elliot insists, chasing his lips just a little.

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.

[ofthecubs]

The words they have are enough for now. They'll grow and change when they're supposed to.

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."

[meonmyway2stealurgirl]

Rachel will come in with a beautifully bright smile and wrap her arms about both young men, sighing in soft contentment.

"All right, then."