Title: Routine
Author: Michelle K
Category: CJ/Donna/Ainsley
Rating: NC-17
Summary: You have your plans, you make the time.
Disclaimer: Characters are Aaron's. Porn is mine. Everybody dance. NOW!
For twisted_badger. Happy belated birthday!

Routine by Michelle K


Your mother always liked to paint a less than rosy picture of sex. It meant risk, pain and, even worse, a deferment of your goals. She's one of those rare women who'd prefer their daughters get married at forty. You've yet to tell her you're not going to get married at all.

But. That's another story.

Her vision never really became yours, as you couldn't get pregnant from the type of sex you wanted, and you were damn fine at time management. Of course, Mama wouldn't find you making a scheduled appointment to fuck one of your lovers on your desk to be such a wonderful accomplishment. She also probably wouldn't appreciate your use of the word fuck or the fact that you said 'one of' your lovers back there.


Donna's hips buck as you curve your fingers, the tips pressing inside her just right. You flick your tongue against her clit.

"Oh." She rests her thighs on your shoulders, tilting her hips enough for you to get your fingers in deeper. She whimpers as you rub inside her, groans as you close your lips around her clit.

After she comes, you lick your fingers and hand Donna her panties. She raises an eyebrow.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

You stand. "Actually, I'm just trying to ensure that, when you do leave, anyone who subsequently tries to look up your skirt isn't going to see more than they should.

"Who'd be looking up my skirt?"

"I don't know what goes on when you're not with me."

You settle into your chair and watch her put on her underwear and pull down her skirt.

"Trust me," Donna says, "when you're not around, no one's looking up my skirt."

"You don't know. People could have mirrors on their shoes."

"I'd notice mirror shoes." She exhales. "Now that you know that, what happens when I'm not with you?"

This is her not-so-subtle way of asking if you're still sleeping with CJ.

"I never said I'd break it off with her."

Donna frowns. "Would you dump me if she asked?"

"She wouldn't ask."

"Wow. What a non-answer."

"I have to get back to work," you lie.

She's hurt and, for a moment, you wish you didn't like sex so much. Or that you didn't like sex with multiple people in a given time period; could do a version of settling down.

An hour later, you're in CJ's bed, and you love who you are again.


CJ isn't nearly as possessive as Donna and that disappoints you. Granted, Donna's expectations can only hurt you both, but you like the promise of love her desire to capture you presents. CJ doesn't love you, and she doesn't pretend she will.

So. Your choices aren't even perfect for yourself.

"You were with Donna tonight?"

"Yes," you say.

"What did you do with her?"

"What do you think I did?"

CJ's breasts press against your back. She brushes her thumb over your clit. "I'd much rather hear you talk about it."

"You have an imagination," you mutter. "You know I don't like this... whatever it is."

"If you can do it, you can talk about it."

"I'm a Republican. I should be a little repressed, shouldn't I?" You lick your lips. "Why do you care anyway?"

"Because Donna won't sleep with me."

You glance back at her. She withdraws her hand at sight of your expression.

"I didn't know you tried. You're terrible. I mean, some things should be off-limits—" She half-smiles. "She said she'd be willing if you were there with her."

You don't know what to say to that. CJ's hand returns to its place between your thighs.


"You were kidding, right?" You button the last button on your blouse and turn to her. "You must have been kidding."

"About what?"

"About Donna. She wouldn't... I mean, she didn't... well, that amounts to the same thing."

"She did." CJ shrugs. "But she was probably kidding."

"I've always known her to enjoy a good orgy joke." You pause. "I was kidding about that."

"I assumed as much, as I've never heard a good orgy joke."

You smile. You wonder if you know who Donna is.


You think about it for a couple of days before asking Donna to clarify. You try to do it casually.

"I'm thirsty. Did you deflect CJ's advances with a threesome joke?"



"Well, it wasn't a joke."

You also don't know what to say to that.

"I mean, if you want me to have been serious, or if you want it to be a joke..."

You sigh. "I don't know what I want."

"That's obvious."

You lie your way into solitude and, when you're alone, you have nothing to do.


Crouched between CJ's legs you whisper, "She wasn't kidding."

CJ smiles. Your pulse quickens.


Before it begins, you plan it all in your head. You and CJ first, then Donna will join in when she feels comfortable. Then you'll watch. The night will end with you and Donna.

Turns out, this is not the sort of thing you can plan, as Donna's hand is already in your panties before you can tell them your game plan. CJ moves behind Donna, starts to unbutton Donna's blouse. Donna doesn't glance back, just slides your underwear down.

"I shouldn't be the only one who's naked," you mumble.

"Well," Donna says, "you were already in your underwear when we got here, so—" "What would've been the point of getting dressed?"

"Just saying."

Donna brushes her fingers over your sex as CJ finishes unbuttoning her blouse. Donna's not wearing a bra, allowing you to quickly capture one of her nipples between your lips. CJ cups the other breast.

Donna hisses as she eases two fingers inside you. With her other hand, she reaches behind her back and grasps CJ's wrist, bringing her hand to Donna's crotch. CJ undoes Donna's pants, and you come while watching the garment slide down her legs.

You slide to your knees as CJ spreads Donna's lips. She gently rubs the outer flesh while you lick her in quick, hard strokes. Donna holds onto your shoulders and you glance up, seeing Donna with eyes closed and lips trembling, breast still being kneaded by CJ.

She comes and you think, what now?


Now is: CJ in your bed, legs spread wide as Donna eases her fingers inside her. You assume CJ must prefer this to your small digits, but you don't waste your time on jealousy.

But, wait. Isn't that because you never watched two people you were sleeping with in bed together? Maybe rules should be revised.

You watch as Donna pumps her fingers in and out and, while your head is still sorting the implications, your body reacts. Your clit throbs and you can feel fresh wetness on the inside of your thighs. Your ball your fists to keep from touching yourself; you'd much rather come against CJ's tongue, or even Donna's stationary leg.


You get a version of your wish after CJ has come around Donna's fingers and Donna has done the same against CJ's tongue. Donna settles between your thighs while CJ skims her thumbs over your nipples. CJ kisses you with Donna's taste on your tongue as Donna hums around your clit.

You come. You wait for their next move.

You've stopped pretending you can be in control.


After Donna watches you fuck CJ, the night is over. You don't know whether to be relieved or disappointed as they redress in front of you. You don't even know if this is a beginning or an ending.

Donna kisses you goodbye, while CJ leaves with a wave.

You pull the blanket over your head. Tomorrow, you'll figure it out, give the new dynamic a structure.

So you think.


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