Very Much Alive

unless she got a handle on things, her pants were going the way of the dodo.

'Guys! Hello! Been shot here! See? Owie!” She pointed to her arm in the sling. She blinked, realizing that her hand was free and she hadn't really tried to stop either of them from what they were doing.

'And we're offering to kiss your boo-boos but you keep saying that ‘N’ word.'

'The one that ends in ‘O'?” Kir's hand was still gently kneading her breast.

'Yup, that's the one.” Logan's clever fingers were undoing her jeans.

Kir leaned over her with a leer. “Give up. Resistance is futile.'

Logan's fingers stopped moving. He raised his eyebrow at Kir through the fall of his hair. “Didn't we agree there would be no more Borg in bed?'

'Oh, right. Sorry. Carry on.'

These two are nuts! Incredibly sexy and hunk-a-licious, but nuts. “Oh, God.'

'Yes?” They chorused.

'Get me out of here.'

'Get you out of these? Sure!'

Logan's hands were incredibly gentle as he removed her pants and panties.

'I notice you're not really fighting.” She looked up into Kir's suddenly serious face. “But if you really want us to stop, just say so.'

Logan lay down next to her again and propped his head on his hand. “We do love you, you know.” His other hand caressed her bared stomach again. His touch was soft and soothing. “We want you comfortable with us.” His smile turned into a leer. “Of course, we'd like you hot for us, too.'

The identical looks of hope on their faces melted her heart. “Guys...'

'Yes?'

'Hmm?'

Panic fluttered briefly in her heart. I'm not ready for this yet. It's too damn soon. “Give me time?” Time to figure out what's really going on, and whether or not I want to be a part of it. “Please. I'm not saying no, I'm saying wait. This ... this isn't something I take lightly.'

Logan looked at Kir over her naked body and smiled. “I can live with that.'

'So can I.” Kir leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

They lay down next to her, Logan being extra careful of her wounded right shoulder. His erection pressed against her right hip, while Kir's pressed against her left. A wicked, sleepy grin crossed his lips.

“G'night, John-boy.'

Two groans were quickly followed by a dark chuckle.

Oh, man. What the hell am I doing?

She'd just turned down sex with two of the most gorgeous men she'd ever met, but was still sleeping naked with them.

Jamie was going to have her committed.

Chapter Six

Kir leaned back against the base of the chaise lounge, his head resting against Logan's knee, and sighed contentedly. Jordan's head was resting in his lap, her gaze riveted to the plasma TV and the movie playing on it. Bless you, Netflix. Picking up Bed of Roses had been a stroke of genius. The female lead was just getting the idea that, perhaps, kicking Christian Slater out of her life had been the worst mistake she'd ever made. He was hoping Jordan's quick mind would pick up on the hint he was trying to give her.

Jordan frowned, and clicked the pause button. “I don't get it.'

Logan leaned down and offered her another bite of s'more. “What don't you get, sweetheart?'

She swallowed before answering. Kir had the strongest urge to lean down and lick that little bit of chocolate that had escaped and was now decorating the corner of her mouth. “He does everything, and I mean everything , right, but she runs him off because she's afraid of being hurt.” She shook her head, confusion all over her features. “I mean, how often do you find the perfect guy? And then to just send him away?'

Kir grunted. He'd already found the perfect guy, but he could kind of understand where what's-her-face was coming from. He picked up the box and read the actress's name: Mary Stuart Masterson. “Fear does weird things to some people.'

'She fixes this, right? I mean, does he take her back?'

Kir took a bite of the s'more Logan held down for him and let his lover answer. “Wouldn't that be spoiling the movie?'

'But I want to know.” She pouted up at them.

'Then watch.” Kir shook his head sadly. “Are you one of those people?'

' Those people?'

'The ones who read the back of the book before they ever begin it.'

She frowned. “There's nothing wrong with a little foreknowledge.'

'If you say so.” He grinned as Logan dropped the last bite of s'more into her mouth when she opened it to protest. “Do you want to watch the rest of the movie?'

Her eyelids were already drooping; the pain meds the doctors had her on were seriously sapping her energy. “I want to know what happens.'

'Stay awake for a few more minutes, and you'll know.” Kir started the movie back up, but didn't really watch it. He was too busy watching her, absorbing every nuance of her face and expressions as she sleepily watched the two lovers reconcile.

He heard a sniff above him and smiled. Looked like both the people he loved were suckers for a good chick flick. The moment Slater whispered, “Stay,” both of them sniffled.

He thought about teasing Logan about what a girl he could be, but he didn't want both of them pounding on him.

The credits started rolling, and Jordan's eyes fluttered shut on a soft sigh. He sat patiently, not moving, waiting for her to fall asleep.

'I'll take her to bed.” Logan stood, smiling down at the two of them. His eyes were suspiciously bright.

Kir waited until Logan picked Jordan up, careful of her wounded shoulder, and carried her to their room.

Their room. Their bed. It felt better every time he thought it. He stood up and quickly cleaned up the food wrappers and put the movie away, knowing Logan would come out to fetch him if he took too long.

Logan came back into the room quicker than Kir thought he would. He grabbed Kir by the back of the head and kissed him, long and hard. By the time he was done, two other things were long and hard, too.

“Love you, babe. Gonna go take a shower.'

Kir's chuckle was pained. He had a pretty good idea what Logan would do in the shower; the same thing Kir was planning on doing once he was done. “Bastard.'

Logan tossed him a grin over his shoulder. “I'll save you some body wash, blondie.'

He got a startled laugh when he flipped Logan the bird. He flopped back on the couch, grinning at how quickly the water turned on. He looked down at his tented sweatpants and laughed softly. “Wait your turn.'

Two days later Logan rounded the corner to the kitchen to find Kir and Jordan in the kitchen. “Put it down.'

The two started, looking towards him, guilt written all over their faces. “What?'

'If I have one more slice of pizza I'm going to start singing Sinatra songs.'

Kir winced. Jordan stared at him curiously. “His singing voice sucks.'

Logan rolled his eyes. “Out of my kitchen, people. I'll cook.'

Jordan moved as quickly as she could out of his way. “Yum.'