Learning to Share

She didn't want to wake up, didn't want to move. Never had she been more comfortable than she was at this very moment, sandwiched between the two brothers, her arm slung over Murphys midsection, Conner molded to her back. Sometime during the night, they had all lost any inhibitions their waking minds might have held onto. They were a tangle of limbs, skin pressed against skin for warmth and comfort.

Of course, all good things must come to an end. Kali was alert before her bed mates. Her eyes fluttered open to find that her forehead was pressed against Murphy's shoulder and she could see nothing beyond the slope of his bare back. Her body undulated as she stretched lightly, her hips pressing first into Murphy and then back into Conner. Beyond that that she found that she was unwilling to move. At least, not until she had to.

As soon as the sun began its ascent, she felt the change in Conner's breathing against the back of her neck. His arm tightened around her waist as he flexed his tired muscles and Murphy's hand moved down his torso to cover her own, his fingers drawing light circles over her bruised knuckles.

Still she said nothing. Conner's lips brushed across the sensitive skin of her neck and she fought back the urge to voice her delight. Her eyes rolled slightly when Murphy trailed his fingertips up and down her forearm, creating delicious goosebumps in his wake and Kali wondered if they knew she was awake. Did they notice how her breath hitched in her throat or how she shivered at the slightest touch?

If they did, she couldn't bring herself to care.

All too soon, the silence was broken. "Are you awake, lass?" Conner whispered.

With a sad sigh, she nodded her head, knowing full well that they would both feel the movement.

Murphy twisted so that he lay on his back and her hand slipped to his hip just before she recovered the lost appendage and followed his action. She rolled onto her back, Conner adjusting to allow it. With a few small shifts they managed to untangle themselves so that they lay side by side.

Kali stared at the ceiling.

"Did you sleep well?" Murphy asked.

She nodded, already missing their closeness. "Very well."

"Aye." Conner agreed.

Her mind finally able to focus on things besides warm skin and roaming hands, Kali sat up. "Do you boys work this morning?" She ruffled her wavy brown hair with both hands and then attempted to comb a few of the tangles with her fingers.

The twins sat up. "We do."

She looked out the window. "Are you late?"

"Not yet."

Kali smiled and leaned to her left, pecking Conner's scruffy cheek quickly before leaning to the right to do the same for Murphy. "I should go, I need to wash up and see for myself Rocco's definition of clean."

"Speaking of Rocco, we will give him a call, have him hang around today."

"Just in case."

She stood and walked over to her discarded, dirty t-shirt. "You really think that guy will be back?"

She didn't miss the look they gave each other before Murphy responded. "It's just better to be safe, yeah?"

Kali laughed softly as she pulled the fabric over her head and pushed her toes into her flats. "And Rocco is safe?"

Conner snorted. "He can get beat up while you call for real help."

She grinned. "Sounds good to me. I am sure I will be fine." She said the last part with less than convincing conviction.

The brothers stood up and met her at the door where she stopped, suddenly unsure again. What kind of goodbye does one give to two beautiful men after having spent the night in their bed?

They decided for her, each pulling her into a tight hug and kissing her forehead before releasing her. "We will see you tonight, lass." Conner told her.

Murphy nodded. "Aye, try not to get into trouble before then."

She opened the door and waved behind her as she left. "I can't promise anything!"

She heard them chuckle and close the door behind her. Now to face the day without too much daydreaming. Right...

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Rocco was entertaining. After the initial awkward silence, Kali put him to work and they spent the rest of the day fixing up McGinty's. Broken handle here, loose table leg there and as they worked, she got her new friend to talk...mostly about her other new friends.

He had lots of stories and was more than willing to share. How he met them, that time they all passed out, the other time they all passed out...oh and don't forget the time that they didn't all pass out but wished they had. See? Entertaining. He was certainly animated, his voice changing and his hands moving. By the time the Saturday night rush started, Kali was in a better mood than usual, her troubles with overly large Russians pushed to the back of her mind.

Rocco took his place at the bar and kept an eye on the door. At least, that is what he said. If Kali hadn't watched him almost fall off of his chair from one too many drinks, she might have believed him. As it was, she just gave him a glass of water and arranged his arms so that when he fell face forward, he would fall on something softer than the counter.

The twins showed up around 10 but she was too busy to really get to talk to them. Not that she knew what to say. She figured she would just follow their lead, and so far, their lead was flirty smiles and discreet touches. She was not entirely sure her face wouldn't be permanently red from all the blushing. Everyone knew that she had stayed with them the night before, a few minutes of wolf whistles and other vulgar sounds a good indicator that the story had been told.

It didn't bother her though. If anything, she felt a bit proud to be claimed by them and the dirty looks she received from some of their female admirers made her chuckle. She would never understand women who could be friends with women.

When the clock read 2:00am, she started shooing the remaining customers and made a mental note to use tonight's tips for better shoes, her feet absolutely ached. She couldn't wait to lay down, anywhere really, though she couldn't help but imagine herself pressed against Murphy's back while Conner curled around her.

Kali sighed.

"You alright there, lass?"

She jumped at the intrusion, rushing back to reality with unsettling speed as she found herself suddenly faced with the very men she had been dreaming about. "Yes!" She said, her voice too shrill to be considered normal and the boys smiled. She cleared her throat. "Just a bit tired and my feet." She rocked onto her toes. "If I don't get off of them soon, they will fall off...and it will be messy."

Conner laughed, closing in to give her a quick hug. "Wouldn't want that."

"Aye, you should rest." Murphy said, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

Kali agreed wholeheartedly and took a moment to glance around the room. She had hoped it would be empty. But no. No that would be too easy. She sighed again. "Seems we have a straggler."

The twin turned to see what she was talking about. Kali was already on the move. "Excuse me, hun." She reached the slumped figure and frowned. The girl was tiny, if she didn't know better, she would peg her for a kid. "Sweetheart, I am sorry but we're closed. You need to go home."

She felt them at her side before she saw them. "That's Penny."

"Aye, she only comes here when things get bad at home."

Kali's frown deepened. "Bad at home?"

Conner nodded. "She still lives with her parents. Their fights tend to be a bit...heated."

Murphy shook her shoulder. "She's out cold."

As soon as the idea popped into her head she groaned aloud, only just resisting the urge to stomp her aching feet. "She can sleep it off here." She motioned towards the kitchen. "On my cot."

"You could stay with us again."

"Aye, we don't mind."

Kali smiled wanly. "You might have to carry me."

"Deal." They said together.

She laughed, pushing each in the shoulder and shook her head. "Help me get her to bed?"

Between the three of them, they managed to carry the unconscious girl into the kitchen and position her in a semi, hopefully comfortable position. Kali placed a cool washcloth on her forehead and set a bucket beside the cot...she would need it.

Finally finished, Kali leaned against the closest thing that would hold her weight. Murphy. "Are you sure you guys don't mind?"

"We are sure, lass. Do you need to bring anything?"

She nodded. "This shirt is covered in foul smelling things. I need a new one to sleep in."

"You don't really need a shirt... we are very accommodating."

"Aye, very."

She forced her eyes open to glare at the grinning face above her. "I'm sure, still, I wouldn't want to offend anyone's dainty sensibilities."

Murphy wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she curled her fingers around his wrist. "Offend us, lass."

Conner agreed. "Please."

She closed her eyes, placing more of her weight onto Murphy's sturdy frame. "I could use an actual shower..." She mumbled, too tired to realize that her cheeks should be red.

Conners brow arched, his lips curling into a sly smirk. "We can help with that."

"What time do you leave in the morning?" She asked.

"What, you want us to leave before the show?" Murphy said, his voice comically incredulous.

She finally looked at them again, attempting her best scowl and failing miserably. "Irish degenerates."

"Alright, alright, we promise to vacate the premises before you get naked."

"We do?"

Kali elbowed Murphy and he grunted, his arm around her shoulders tightening. He bowed his head so that his mouth brushed against her ear and spoke softly. "Is that anyway to treat a man you are about to share a bed with?"

Was it just her? Or were things quickly escalating down a path filled with hot sweats and wet dreams? She swallowed hard and pressed her thighs together, trying to banish the sudden throb she felt at the apex. Dear Lord.

Conner had found where she stashed her duffle bag and pulled out a wrinkled, oversized t-shirt. "This'll do, yeah?"

She nodded without really taking notice to what she was nodding too. She was distracted. Had Murphy always smelled this good?

"Good, off we go."

She should have seen it, really she should. If she had been paying any kind of attention, she would have but...she wasn't. Conner was in front of her, bent at the waist with his shoulder pressed into her belly and before she realized what was happening he had tossed her over, like a sack of potatoes. A really loud, squirming sack of potatoes. The blonde twin slapped her bottom. "Quiet lass, I am only doing what you asked."

"You did say your feet hurt." Murphy quipped, dodging an errant kick as his brother spun around, heading for the exit.

She squealed again, still trying to wriggle her way out of his grasp. "Put me down!"

Conner shrugged, feigning confusion as he plopped her back down on her feet. She didn't miss the way her body slid against his, or the way his hands followed the curve of her back before he released her.

Her feet instantly protested at her weight but she ignored it. She would walk on her own back to their place. The reward waiting for her more than enough motivation. "Okay, let's go before I change my mind and lay down on one of the tables." Not likely...

Each brother hooked an arm with hers and she smiled as she took one last glance at the girl sleeping in her cot. She would have to thank Penny in the morning...