"We're not rushing," Lyra interrupted, her voice husky. "We've been dancing around this for weeks. Ever since Jessica and I both acknowledged we loved you. We've been waiting for the right moment, and now..." She nipped lightly at his earlobe. "Now we're done waiting."
Jessica's fingers began working at the fastenings of his shirt. "Is this okay?" she asked, her eyes searching his face for any sign of hesitation. "We want this, but only if you do too."
"I want this," Satou confirmed, his voice rough with emotion and desire. "I want you both. I've wanted this since—since everything became clear between us."
"Good," Lyra said with satisfaction. She moved around to face him again, and her hands joined Jessica's in removing his shirt. "Because we plan to make tonight memorable. To make you forget every worry, every danger, every close call."
The shirt came off, and Satou found himself being gently guided to stand. Jessica's fingers traced down to his torso.
