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In Love
They are both in love with the same man. Awkward.
Jenna is the pilot on the Liberator, after all; she learned unbelievable skills in the fierce and often fatal world of interstellar crime, and bonded with Zen on the first day. The ragtag criminal crew of the Liberator need her. Blake needs her. And she is beautiful: hair bright like the sun, large eyes and full lips, delicate yet fierce.
Avon is a nonpareil computer technician and programmer, with an understanding of the workings of the Liberator and of their indispensable brain-in-a-box Orac that would be impossible to find in anyone else on this side of the law and disorder line. The crew need him, as Blake does. And he is beautiful: dark, enigmatic, features like marble, a voice like cut-glass.
Awkward.
Or at least it would be if Blake had any idea that they were both loved him, but he is blissfully ignorant (or, Avon mutters, wilfully so, and Jenna doesn't argue) and both being Alphas, they... can't tell him, can they? Way too awkward.
So they lie together in the late hours, fitting around each other in body if not in spirit, and snipe at each other in the day. How long it can last... neither Jenna nor Avon think about, because... they are both, truly and deeply, in love with Blake. And Blake needs them.
the end