Checking in with everyone.

Carefully rolling Holly onto the bed, Quincy looked over at Dale. "Everything okay? What happened?" he asked, sounding more confused than worried.

"Condom broke," Dale admitted, pulling the tattered rubber off of him, and wiping sweat off his face. "More importantly, want to see how you two are doing."

Quincy dropped his head and sighed. "I'm okay. Was a little squashed on the chest, and one ear's gonna be ringing for a bit, but I'm fine." Turning back down to look at Holly, he asked her, "How bout you, Hols? You doing alright?"

"I'm wonderful," Holly admitted, gazing up at the ceiling light with a dreamy expression on her face, before letting out a pleased sigh. "Why, why didn't we... oh fuck me... oh my god...ha... I need water." The men chuckled at her. Dropping back onto the bed too, Quincy confessed that he could use a drink as well. Nodding to no one in particular, Dale sauntered off towards the kitchenette area to see what he could find.

He returned promptly with a couple champagne glasses full of cold water, seeing that while he was gone, Holly had shifted over to have her head on Quincy's arm, and the two of them were snuggling comfortably together. Wrestling the urge to join them, he cleared his throat loudly, and they both poked their heads up to look at him. He wiggled their glasses to them, and they both sat up to take them from him. Standing in front of them, he waited patiently, ready to take care of any requests they had.

Finishing his drink, Quincy rested his arm on his knee. "Forgot to ask. How about you, Dale?" he asked. "You popped out at the end there."

"Yeah, that's when I noticed the condom. So, we're going to be a lot more liberal with the lube. Other than that..." Dale shrugged, tilting his head to the side, gathering his thoughts. "I think that we either need to work on our timing, or whoever is on top needs to... learn how to play with angles. I was also kind of half into it, because I'm making sure that I'm not getting too much weight on her, and you said you were getting squashed, so I'm thinking about that. I'm also trying not to nudge you out accidentally."

"Right, right," Quincy nodded, rolling the glass in his fingers. "The weight thing is not a big deal. I can hold her up by her ribs, and if anything happens, I can tell you to make space. The second thing though, I don't think that's as big a problem as you think it is. I'm longer than you."

"That's what I'm saying, it's a longer lever," Dale countered, his reasoning turning into babbling noises in Holly's ear.

Sipping at her water, she merely smiled, half-listening to her boyfriends arguing over technique. This night had so far been the best sex she'd ever had. She'd had had some really great sex with the both of them individually, but having them together was just incredible. Even just hearing them be so concerned about her safety while they were making her into a Holly sandwich, made her tingle all over. "-ls? Hols?" she heard Dale say, as he waved his hand in front of her face. "Hols, you okay over there?" he asked again, a concerned frown on his face. "You want to call it?"

"Yeah, yeah, wait, no, hang on. You asked me two questions with opposite answers, Dale," she replied, blinking back into reality. Brushing some hair out of her face, she focused on him, and counted off her fingers. "Yes, I'm okay, and no, I don't want to call it."

"Alright, alright," Dale said, nodding back. "Just, you know, making sure you're good. Because if you're not, we can do something else."

She cocked her head to the side and frowned at him. "Dale, I'm good. I just showed you two that I can take it. I'm not made of glass. Speaking of though," she said, turning her frown into an expectant smile, and holding her empty glass up before them. "Wouldn't mind a top up."

Finding this to be the perfect opportunity to get out of the impending conversation, Quincy plucked the glass from her fingers, and trotted away, claiming that he'd refill both of their glasses, leaving Dale to his fate.

Raising an eyebrow at her, Dale met her eyes and held them. "I'm not going to down that road," he declared, waving his hand sharply. "Not tonight. I am fully convinced that you're good. I'm pretty sure Quincy's convinced too. But I still have to ask. For all of our sake's."

Holly held his gaze for a few moments more, before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "You're... you're not wrong," she admitted. "I am having a great night tonight, and I don't want to ruin it, over something like this. But, for your own peace of mind, I am giving both you and Quincy my consent to do it again later, and if I want you guys to stop, our safeword is 'Snowball. Snowball. Snowball," she added, giving him a small smile.

A weight lifted off his chest, and Dale took a seat next to her. Petting her knee, he let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks Holly. That does make me feel more at ease. Just do me a favor and tell Quincy that when he gets back." Promising that she would, Holly rested her head on his shoulder. He rested his head on hers, and they both sat there quietly, letting their little spat dissolve into the air.

Before long, petting became stroking, and in the corner of her eye, Holly saw something start growing again, and a mischievous smirk crawl on her face. "You know, the two of us haven't had any one-on-one time yet tonight," she whispered in his ear, prompting him to side-eye her suspiciously. "That doesn't seem fair now, does it?"

Realizing that he was a more jealous man than he thought he was, Dale pondered for a moment. "It's alright," he said, a smirk growing on his face. "You can make it up to me on our next date night." Sliding his free hand up, he took control of her chin, and leaned in close. Dropping his voice low, he growled possessively in her ear, "when you are all mine."

The hairs on the back of Holly's neck stood on end and a tingle ran down her spine. She purred happily, before turning to kiss him, and running her hand down his chest.