☆ Round Two!

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Fill: Part Two "And Then Some" (2/2)

[(Anonymous)]

Arabella sat up, her face flushed and her lips swollen, looking very far from ‘a proper lady’. Jonathan’s eyes glistened dangerously as he took in the sight of her.

Norrell let out another cry, this time of dismay; partly because he had been once more caught in the act, and partly because of the loss of Arabella’s mouth upon him. He threw his arm across his face to shield his eyes. He didn’t want to look at Jonathan at that moment.

“We didn’t think you were ever going to get home,” Arabella said impatiently, as though she was merely scolding him for letting his dinner go cold.

Jonathan stepped into the room and, without further ado, started undressing. He so eager to get out of his clothes that he almost tripped over the breeches that he’d dropped to his ankles.

“So you started the party without me?” Jonathan asked pouting. “How rude!”

“Rude of you, Jonathan,” Arabella said, tracing her fingernail down Norrell’s stomach, watching the soft muscles twitch. “Keeping us waiting. I thought that, since you had deserted us, the two of us could get along just fine without you.”

By this time Jonathan was completely naked. He gave her a look that said ‘challenge accepted’ and he sat down on the bed beside his wife; kissed her deeply, groaning at the taste of Norrell in her mouth.

When he pulled back he looked down at Norrell, still hiding his face beneath his arm. “Now, now,” Jonathan said, pulling back Norrell’s arm to reveal his red, sweaty face. “No need to get coy. You’re not usually this shy in bed.”

Norrell groaned in embarrassment and closed his eyes. “Please stop,” he said in a very half-hearted manner. Jonathan chuckled at him.

“Oh, really?” said Arabella. “And what is he usually like, my dearest?” she asked.

“Oh, he can be quite shameless once he gets going.”

Norrell was about to make some complaint, but Jonathan stoppered his mouth, kissing him soundly. Any complaint he might have made just turned into a muffled groan as his mouth was plundered. Arabella watched, riveted at the sight of them. She felt the sudden urge to touch herself as she watched them kiss, watched their tongues tangling together.

“Now,” Jonathan said as he sat back up and looked at his wife. “I believe I very rudely interrupted you in the middle of something.”

Arabella pretended to look cross at him. “Yes, that was very thoughtless of you, Jonathan.”

“I apologise,” he grinned down at Norrell, who was watching them with a look of bewilderment and trepidation, as though he thought they were both about to devour him. “A gentlemen should know better than to interrupt such a wonderful thing.” Then he turned to Arabella. “Well, don’t let me delay you any further.”

Arabella paused for a moment. She had wanted this; the three of them together like this, but suddenly she was overcome with shyness. She was all at once very nervous about being watched.

“Please,” her husband whispered in her ear. “You cannot know how excited it made me, to watch you.”

With those words ringing in her ears, Arabella put her fears to one side and tentatively bent down again. She was being silly. Jonathan wanted this; he would never laugh at her or mock her in any way.

The erection that Norrell had been sporting just a short time ago, granite hard and about to explode at any moment, had wilted a little during the interruption, but it filled out again almost immediately as Arabella closed her lips around the tip of it once more.

She heard twin moans from Norrell and her husband, and she joined in as she felt a sharp stab of arousal at the base of her spine. Her moan vibrated against the engorged flesh in her mouth and Norrell hissed and let fly a string of profanities she wouldn’t have thought he knew.

She heard Jonathan laugh above her. “See, I told you,” he said, one hand stroking Arabella’s hair, the other rubbing in circles against Norrell’s stomach. “Shameless.”

Arabella felt more sticky, salty fluid released into her mouth as she picked up the pace, grasping the base of his cock with her hand to stroke any part she couldn’t fit into her mouth.

“Oh,” Jonathan breathed above them, “if you could see how you both look at this moment.”

Jonathan’s hand reached under her and cupped her breasts through her nightdress. She let out another groan as he played with her nipples, knowing exactly how she liked it.

Norrell’s hands had found their way back into her hair, and his hips were thrusting just slightly, urging her to go faster. Arabella was about to comply with his wishes when she was forced to release him, as at that moment, Jonathan’s fingers pressed against her wet core, causing her to let out a wail.

“My dear,” her husband said in awe. “You’re so wet! You should feel how wet she is for us, my love.”

She had been so focused on her task that she hadn’t realised how wet, how aroused she was until Jonathan’s clever fingers rubbed against her clitoris. Suddenly she was surging towards climax with ever deft stroke of his fingers.

“Don’t stop what you’re doing,” Jonathan said in a breathy rush. “Take him back into your mouth.”

She did so but let out another cry when she felt Jonathan lift her nightdress and enter her from behind.

“Oh god, Jonathan,” she cried out, her face pressed against Norrell’s thigh. Just a few short thrust had left her quite delirious. She hadn’t quite anticipated how overwhelming she would find this experience.

“This isn’t quite working,” Jonathan said, his voice strained, as he pulled out of her.

Arabella was just about to say that it was working quite fine for her, thank you very much, when she became aware of the small hands on her head, stroking her hair like she was something precious.

“We’re leaving poor Norrell behind,” Jonathan said, gasping for breath. “I have an idea.”


Jonathan took charge now, manoeuvring them all into position. He stripped off Arabella’s nightshirt and finally divested Norrell of the rest of his clothes. Then he pushed Arabella down onto her back and raised her hips with a couple of pillows. He positioned Norrell on his knees between her spread legs and Jonathan was on his knees behind Norrell.

“Comfortable?” Jonathan asked her.

She raised an eyebrow. “I feel ridiculous.”

“But you look divine,” Jonathan assured her, and then pressed his lips to Norrell’s ear. “Doesn’t she?” he asked the other man.

Norrell nodded, but seemed unable to speak. He stared down at her, his eyes so ablaze that Arabella could swear they left hot trails across her skin as his gaze swept over her body.

“Now,” Jonathan said, and shuffled forward. He took Norrell’s cock into to his hand and, after stroking the length of it a few times, positioned it at Arabella’s entrance.

Arabella groaned happily as his cock slid inside her. Her hips were at the perfect height and, once he’d braced himself on the headboard, Norrell was able to thrust forward with ease. The position of her body was a little awkward, but as the thrusts got stronger, more assured, she realised it was perfect, that his cock inside her was hitting her at just the right angle.

She let out a cry of astonishment and looked accusingly up at Jonathan, who had disappeared off somewhere and had just returned to bed, a small glass jar in his hand.

“You’ve had this worked out in your head for some time, haven’t you?” she said, trying to sound annoyed but failing, mostly because she kept breaking off to let out shuddering gasps of pleasure. Jonathan just shrugged. “Then you should’ve said something!”

“I didn’t think you’d want to do it,” Jonathan replied, opening the jar and scooping out some of the contents.

“You are quite impossible, Jonathan!”

“Stop arguing for heaven’s sake!” Norrell said. His was voice thick with desire, but his tone was still irritated. “And Jonathan, please, get on with it!”

Jonathan paused briefly but then obeyed. “See what I mean, you’re both bossy,” he murmured, just barely audible. He pretended to be so annoyed, but his breathing was erratic and his hands were shaking with lust.


Arabella couldn’t see what Jonathan was doing, but whatever it was it made Norrell’s rhythm falter and his eyes roll back. Jonathan was sucking at Norrell’s shoulder, biting at the flesh as his hands worked unseen by his wife.

Eventually he placed his lips to Norrell’s ear, his hot breath making the other man shudder. “Oh, you’re so ready for me,” he panted into his ear.

“Yes,” Norrell ground out between clenched teeth. “Please, do it. Now, please. I want you so much, please.”

His desperate pleading set both Jonathan and Arabella aflame and Jonathan thrust forward roughly, making Norrell cry out in delight and Arabella inhale sharply at the force of it.

Now, with every forward thrust Norrell was pushing inside Arabella, and with every retreat he was meeting Jonathan’s own thrust. It took a moment for them to get it right, but soon they were picking up momentum and it felt so good, so good it was almost too much; like if it didn’t end soon one of them might actually explode from the sheer ecstasy of it.

Arabella watched in fascination as her husband took the other man, something she had heard about once but thought distasteful. She didn’t think that anymore as she watched Jonathan’s face contorted with pleasure; as she looked at Norrell, slack-jawed and flushed, completely lost in the duel sensations of Jonathan’s relentless thrusts inside him and his cock enveloped in her hot, tight quim. God! She had to close her eyes against the erotic sight of them.

She wanted to come! She was so close now! The pressure inside her was building and building, but, frustratingly, orgasm seemed to be just out of reach. She reached down to touch herself but Jonathan beat her to it, pressing his thumb against the nub between her legs, circling it with practiced ease. She let out a wail as a white hot shaft of pleasure went through her, pushing her a little closer.

A few more thrusts, hitting her just so and…finally, finally, she could feel the wave begin to crest over her, and as much as she wanted it, ached for it, she cursed that it was all going to be over.

And it hit her. All thought abandoned her and she stiffened beneath them. She dug her fingernails into the pillows under her hips and twitched as her core pulsated around the cock that was still pounding into her.

“Oh god,” Norrell whispered at the very feel of it, and gripped the headboard so tightly that his fingers went white.

Arabella looked up through bleary eyes just in time to see Norrell come apart between them. He pushed hard inside her as he came; eyes screwed shut, mouth open in a silent scream. He looked so completely undone, such a wonderful sight, that Arabella, even after the own orgasm, felt a sympathetic pulse of desire go through her.

Jonathan let out an urgent cry, held Norrell firmly by the waist and set up a brutal, pounding rhythm, chasing his own climax now. The bed shook with the force of his thrusts and Norrell twitched and let out little whimpers; too sensitive after such a forceful orgasm.

Arabella raised a weak arm and lovingly stroked Norrell’s face and hair, finding the greying curls damp with sweat. She watched through heavy lids as Jonathan pressed his open, panting mouth against Norrell’s sweaty shoulder to muffle any sound he was about to make. She reached out to Jonathan as well, touched his hand. He held on to both of them like a lifeline as he lost himself in the bliss of his own completion.

“Oh, I do love you both,” she said, almost without thinking.

With a few last, violent thrusts, Jonathan sobbed out his pleasure into Norrell’s shoulder and finally stilled.


Jonathan released his hold on Norrell, and the smaller man fell forward, boneless. Jonathan caught him up again just before he squashed Arabella, who was still lying beneath him at an awkward angle.

He deposited a sweaty and sated Norrell onto the pillow beside Arabella and then, removing the pillows from under her hips, scooped her up and kissed her. He intended it to be an ardent, passionate kiss, but all passion was spent now. Instead it was sloppy and tired.

They lay down, spooned together on the bed, Jonathan behind Arabella with a protective arm wrapped around her middle. They were both facing Norrell, who was by then sound asleep and snoring softly into the pillow.

“I think we’ve worn him out,” Arabella tried to say, but the words were muffled by a huge yawn.

“Looks like we’ve all worn each other out,” Jonathan said, finding her yawn infectious.

Arabella smiled and reached over to brush the damp hair back from Norrell’s forehead. He was so deeply asleep that the touch didn’t even make him stir.

“He looks very sweet,” Arabella said affectionately.

She could feel Jonathan’s smile against her shoulder blade. “My dear, I think you have it as bad as I do.”

“Not quite as bad as that,” Arabella replied.

She was on the edge of sleep when she heard Jonathan whisper ‘thank you’ into her ear.

“For giving you everything you ever wanted?” she asked, smiling.

“And then some,” he said with a chuckle.

Arabella yawned again and nuzzled further into the pillow beneath her. “I knew I’d have to make the first move,” she said as was about to drift off to sleep. “You two are both hopeless.”

Re: Fill: Part Two "And Then Some" (2/2)

[(Anonymous)]

OP here: I AM SO HAPPY! Oh Anon, you are amazing! You could keep writing this fic forever and I would never tire of it - in fact if I ever win the lottery I'm going to hire you to write weekly installments for the next thirty years, at least! I never dreamed when I posted the original prompt that it would lead to such deliciousness, written so beautifully. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!

Re: Fill: Part Two "And Then Some" (2/2)

[(Anonymous)]

Ha ha! Oh, OP, if you do win the lottery just let me know. These three have taken up residence in my brain now, and I could probably write tons more about their exploits.

For now, I'm just glad you liked it!

Re: Fill: Part Two "And Then Some" (2/2)

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, please write more about them! PLEASE!!!! I don't know if you're on AO3 or not, but good Lord - you have an eager, enthusiastic reader in me wherever and whenever you might post more. Not only are the three of them incredibly hot together, but the thought of them just being together - a happy found family - makes me smile so much, and I absolutely love seeing Norrell adored by both Jonathan and Arabella. :)

Re: Fill: Part Two "And Then Some" (2/2)

[(Anonymous)]

I just wanted to say, this whole fill is absolutely stunning. I'm not even generally a fan of polyamory fic, or of het, but you absolutely sold it to me, A!A.

The tone is spot-on: if it wasn't for the subject matter (heh), I could easily imagine that this was Susanna Clarke writing. I'd love to quote some parts back to you, but I'd only end up quoting the whole thing. The dialogue alone was great, and you got the novel narrator's voice down pat.

Everyone was perfectly in-character, and Jonathan reacted exactly as I imagined he would to Arabella and Norrell's... change of circumstances ;). I loved Arabella in this especally - so clever and pragmatic, occasionally snarky and with such a wry sense of humour. I grinned every time she showed fond exasperation towards Jonathan. I especially liked how you showed her feelings towards Norrell starting to shift...

So yeah, anyway, this was wonderful, both hot and well-written. Thanks for posting it. :)