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It was a day like any other.
The skies dusky and orange, the nights deeper and longer, the air chilled with the approach of autumn.
Having since been distributed across Valisthea for all to enjoy their succulent offerings, Martelle’s apple trees were once again adorned in ruby, its fruit ready to be plucked for the coming season.
And while harvesting was no easy task, it was a fun one regardless.
Especially when you had the privilege to sit upon Clive’s broad and sturdy shoulders for extra lift as you picked at each apple within reach with Joshua standing close by, fingers ever ready to affectionately draw out any leaf that may have gotten caught in your hair.
And by the day’s end with the cool presence of dusk sweeping over the skies, the three of you were back in the comforts of the Hideaway, enjoying the warmth shared from not only the crackling fireplace nearby, but of each other as well.
While Joshua calculated how many apple bushels were collectively harvested from the three of you and other local farmers for the day, you sat close by, an apple and carving knife in hand as you peeled and split the fruit into slices for him and his brother to enjoy.
The very same brother who was standing behind you, his expression–at once so tight and stern to hide back the stormy turmoil that lurked within–relaxed and at peace while he continued to brush your damp hair, his fingers carefully grasping the wooden handle to maintain gentle and fluid strokes. His time dedicated to the blade made him especially aware of his strength, and far be it from him to ever cause discomfort to you.
Seeing you at ease brought forth a tranquility that Clive thought forever lost to the fierce clutches of magic.
Now, he was blessed with moments like these when he could help you unwind after a hard day’s work while you offered the same indulgence to him and Joshua in the form of offered apple slices.
To which both graciously and happily accepted, of course.
Clive received his piece by his teeth with ease, a few bites into the fruit before he swallowed.
On the other hand–in a literal sense at that as well.
The both of you quickly realized that Joshua was still leaning forward towards your extended hand to accept his apple slice.
While you understood as to why right away, it took further inspection for Clive to realize that his younger brother had taken to suckling at your fingers after partaking in his cut of fruit.
The delighted shiver that ran along your skin did not go unnoticed by either brother.
Especially as you proceed to set aside the apple plate and carving knife away, your voice amused yet dipped a tone lower as you purred, “Perhaps I can treat you two with something more for your work today?”
Initially, Clive did not catch on, but it was as Joshua murmured out with anticipated, “Only if you desire, love” that he quickly realized your intentions.
Just as quickly you took to kneel on the ground between them both, your hands reaching for the front of both of their pants.
The brush that was once in Clive’s grasp was soon set aside.
Though, even with the tool gone, he was far from done with combing through your hair.
Albeit now with his fingers, running through your locks, being mindful to not grab too suddenly or too harshly, a sentiment shared by Joshua as he joined with petting your hair as well.
The swipes of your tongue, the pop of your lips, the caress of your fingers–it did not matter who was first, whether it was trying to fit Clive’s girth as much as you could or bobbing your head in tandem to the roll of Joshua’s hips against your face.
You happily and eagerly indulged the two of them equally.
After all, it was another day spent with these two.