Throuple Trouble

Our first real fight.
We didn’t speak for a week.
Fuck.
I missed you.
She and I still did our thing.
But it was tense.
Stressful.
When one side of a triangle
is bent the wrong way
it fucks up
the entire shape of the thing.
So we hashed it out
for her
and for us
and made it ok again.
We didn’t see each other
for a few days after.
I was anxious
to kiss and make up.
Our first post fight date
was a hike.
In the woods.
Alone.
We held hands.
At times you
put your arms around me,
grabbed my ass,
kissed the top of my head.
When we got back to the car
you leaned me up against it
and pressed your hand
against my throat.
I smiled and
relaxed
into the comfort
of my breath
in your hands
once again.
When your lips
touched mine
your kiss
was both gentle
and strong.
Sweet
and possessive.
It made me groan
and wish we had
a little more privacy
and a lot more time.
But she was waiting.
We went home to her.
She was so happy
that we had
kissed
and made up.
We all had dinner
together
for the first time
in a week.
And it was
such a relief
to have her
on one side of me
and you
on the other,
to be back to
our perfectly
beautiful
triangle.