The Week Moves On

You went out to dinner with Gemma that night for a little one-on-one time, but after your long weekend the two of you limited yourselves to a quick make-out session and a snuggle at your palace before she left to go back to her place and start in on her plan to recon about Lucy’s dates. It was kind of weird - you didn’t feel desperate to have sex with her. Not to say you were any less attracted to Gemma, and didn’t want to be close with her or have sex. You just didn’t need it because you knew it was entirely on the table. It was weird, but also kind of nice.

The next day you, Gemma and Sabrina were back at it again in the conference room, sorting the files. You had it down to a mechanical science at that point, driving through the boxes at a good pace. The problem was that the companies involved had deliberately messed everything up - it was like they had taken all the files needed for discovery and dumped them out on the ground before re-filing them.

You had a feeling that somewhere out there, there was another intern team remembering de-sorting the files just for you three to re-sort them.

You were just about halfway through, though the state of the conference room was in an ‘it gets worse before it gets better’ kind of moment. The entirety of the conference table, along with eight of the ten chairs, were currently sporting boxes and piles, and there were still dozens of boxes more that you hadn’t even cracked open yet. It was getting on in the day when Garrison came by again.

“Sir, please for the love of God, don’t tell me there’s another letter,” you said. “Or do. I could use the distraction.”

Garrison snorted a little and shook his head. “No, nothing like that,” he said. “Look, guys. I know I said I needed this done, but I’ve had a couple of curveballs thrown my way on this and now I really need it done. So here’s the surprise twist - if you can get this done by Thursday night, I’ll give you three a paid day off. Do whatever overtime hours you need to and report it over to HR, just get it done.”

“Can we choose the day?” Gemma asked.

“Yes, that’s fine,” Garrison nodded. “Of course, don’t put it on a day you’ll be in court with us, obviously. Or do, what do I care if you fritter away your other reward.”

“We’ll take it, sir,” Sabrina said. “Happily.”

“Good, good,” Garrison nodded. “If you’re pulling late shifts, you can also order dinner on the company account. Don’t go overboard, you’ll have a limit.”

He left the three of you, heading back to his office.

“Paid. Day. Off,” Sabrina said quietly, striking a little dance pose with each word.

“We should use it carefully,” Gemma said. “Add it on to a weekend.”

“Actually, I have an idea on that,” you said. “I’ve got some friends heading out to the beach on the July 4th weekend. It’s already a long weekend, maybe we stack it on so we can get an extra long weekend. Or, that is, if you two want to hit the beach and meet my friends?”

“I would absolutely love to, love,” Gemma said, coming over to you and taking your hand in hers as she beamed a smile at you. She clearly wanted to kiss you but held back since you were in the office.

“I assume these are college friends and not high school friends?” Sabrina asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Is that OK?”

“Absolutely,” she said with a grin. “We need to break the ice about us anyways.”

“Oh,” you nodded. “Um, that actually sounds like a conversation the three of us should have. Is that a here conversation, though?”

“Tonight,” Gemma said. “Over dinner.”

The three of you agreed and got back to work.

It was kind of strange - the firm wasn’t huge, and it wasn’t like a lot of Legal Drama shows where people worked there at all hours to find the secret to success on some major case or another. Almost everyone worked their 9-to-5 hours (or less, if you counted the Partners skipping out early or going golfing with clients). At around 6pm you did a quick walk through the halls and saw that there were only a couple of the Associates left in their offices, and by 7pm you brought around the second box of pizza the three of you had ordered and found even they had gone home.

“OK,” you said as you re-entered the conference room. “We’re alone.”

“Like, alone-alone?” Sabrina asked.

“As far as I can tell,” you said.

“Well, in that case…” Sabrina said with a smile as she started unbuttoning her blouse.

“No, stop,” Gemma said, putting a hand out to physically stop Sabrina from undressing. “We have work to do, and we don’t know any routines like cleaners. We can do that on the last day, after we’re done.”

Sabrina pouted, but then cracked a smile. “You want John to bend you over this conference table just as much as I do,” she said.

“Of course I do,” Gemma grinned. “But I’m not the horny bitch who only thinks with her nipples and clit.”

“OK, OK,” you said. “We should actually talk, and then get back to work.”

“Right,” Sabrina nodded, re-doing her buttons. “So…”

“So,” you nodded. “The last time we really, explicitly talked about it in depth we had decided I was dating Gemma and Sabrina was the secret sex friend, but we’ve obviously pivoted from that and Katherine and Becks know that the three of us are dating. So we need to decide what we’re actually telling people like our family and friends.”

“I’m fine with being completely open, or anything else,” Sabrina said. “I’m not super weirded out by people thinking we’re weird for being in a throuple, or a poly pod, or whatever we decide to call it. You’re my boyfriend, and you’re my girlfriend.” She reached out and took yours and Gemma’s hands in hers and squeezed. “But if either of you want to keep it quieter, I’m OK with that.”

“What do you think, love?” Gemma asked you.

“I…” you took a breath. What did you think?

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