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The day you knew that Alfea’s investigation position was open and it was yours was one of the best of your life, the school was one of the best in the planet, and despite you not managing to get a normal student pass there, you were glad you could at least attend as a sort of student-investigator to professor Ben Harvey, in you older age. The best one though, was the day when you were studying the algae that grew in the specialist’s pond and you fell inside. One of the teachers had jumped in when he noticed you weren’t able to swim, and pulled you to the shore in less than you could say fairy. You remember opening your eyes and being met with Saul Silva’s blue eyes, his beautiful and worried eyes, as the man cradled your face. He let out a deep breath when noticing you were fine.
“Thank you” You coughted, noticing the way in which your clothes were soaked, you couldn’t help the way you shivered, the winter’s morning air catching you.
“Are you okay? What are you doing out this early?” He spoke, almost admonishing.
“I was looking at the algae” You answered simply, “Yes, yes, I’m fine” You added to the man now sitting next to you.
“You were looking at the what?” He asked as he wrinkled some water out of his jumper.
“Algae” You picked some out of your hair and tossed it back into the pond.
“It’s 5 AM!” You also heard him whisper something that sounded an awful lot like ‘bloody earth fairies’.
“Well yes, the specialists are supposed to start training at 6 and this was the earliest hour I managed to get myself up” You exposed the obvious with a shiver. You were both drenched to the bone, clothes sticking to your bodies, and even though the sight was a marvelous one, you really didn’t want to get sick after just arriving.
“Come on, you’ll get a cold” He walked you to the greenhouse, turning the lights on and looking for something in the cabinets. “Where did he left the-”
“What are you looking for?” You inquired behind him, also looking in the cabinets, you were hugging yourself really tight, you wished you had paid more attention to fire element’s classes now. He moved a little and muttered.
“Warmth potion? Something for us not to get a cold after this” The cabinet was a mess, you wouldn’t find anything on the unlabeled bottles there.
“I’ll make one, leave it” You moved further inside the greenhouse, picking a couple petals and leaves as you went.
“Can you do that?” You huffed and looked up at him from where you were grinding the plants. “No offense” He felt compelled to add.
“Yeah, I think I can do it” You smirked. “Why couldn’t I?”
“Harvey says that it is an advanced potion because it affects lung capacity” He found himself explaining, why was he explaining something to a fairy student, he should just call Ben. “Just didn't think you were old enough” You stopped bottling up the potion and focused on him, blinking two times and moving towards him.
“You should talk more with Miss Dowling” You shook your head and handed him the vial, he drank it with some doubt and you took yours, instantly feeling the cold wash away from your body, the energy balancing and the sickness that was forming in your body disappear. When his eyes shone with surprise you felt the need to add something. “I’m Miss Amaryllis-Linaria. I’m here to make my doctorate thesis with Professor Harvey.” The way that man’s face dropped three shades will always be engraved into your mind.
“I thought you were a student” He breathed out as he closed his eyes and covered his face.
“Noticed”
“I’d not doubt your knowledge otherwise. Please, forgive me” Aw, that was cute and he was cute too…
“I'll trade forgiveness for a name” You smiled as your hip rested against the cabinet.
“Saul Silva”
“Ah, the Specialist’s Headmaster” You took the last sips of your potion as you looked him up and down from the rim of your vial.
Saul Silva proceeded to apologize for the entirety of the day each time you met and then the next, you found him endearing, but you gotta admit your focus switched when you both were at the greenhouse with Ben and someone came in.
“Why do you look like someone stole your last candy, Saul?” Teased the deep voice of a woman.
“I do not!” Answered him in a far more relaxed yet jumpy demeanor that you had seemed him in the whole day.
“He thought Miss Amaryllis-Linaria was a student this morning”
“Well he always had a thing for making himself look dumb in front of beautiful women” Answered Farah as she moved to Ben and sat on the bench next to him. A shiver ran down your body, Farah Dowling thought you were pretty. “What are you doing?”
“Attempting a variation of a potion” He pushed his glasses further up his nose and added a dust to a bottle.
“Why?” She looked at her nails, enjoying the quiet of some free time, before heading back to class.
“Yo le pedí” You walked next to her, surprising her, elbows against the metal as you leaned forward to see the potion with interest, after a few seconds both Ben and you let out a groan. It didn’t work. You fetched Ben’s notes and took the pencil from behind your ear, making a few calculations and handing them back to him with a questioning look. You looked up and found Farah looking at you, you gave her a wink and ran your fingers past your hair before moving back to your own space, white coat flapping behind you.
Farah and Saul shared a single look.
-
Things went on smoothly with your project after that, and you found new friends in the teachers. You would go out some weekends, stay in others, one day Ben couldn’t make it to a meeting and you were still invited. You could see the glances Farah and Saul shared when you were close to them, you could also see the looks they gave to each other. You tested the limits of their boundaries since then, graces, soft touches, hands on shoulders when looking over something, then on waists. It was soon reciprocated, Farah was far more contact bound, but Saul gazes made you shiver; then limits were gone, Saul would practically undress you with his looks in the middle of a meeting and Farah would press you against her in a packed bar, or let you sit on her lap when there were no more chairs around, her hand on you thigh. It was endearing and made you lose your breath each time you got close, though you knew it was reciprocated, you could see it in Saul’s blush and in Farah’s tense muscles, both still holding back.
One night when the bar had gotten boring, you decided on moving things to Farah’s suite, which you soon discovered was Farah and Saul’s. By some force of destiny, rain had caught you when entering the grounds of Alfea and you were once again soaked to the bone. Cliché. Insisting on the fact Farah could lend you clothes, you three hurried to the suite and close to the chirping fire awaiting for you.
“Please, give me a drink” You shuddered and Saul hurried to do so, trying to warm you up as you drank. Farah’s eyes shone red for a second and you met her eyes over the room, you bit your lip to try to stop a smile.
“Come here, darling. I’ll give you some dry clothes” Called Farah from the room, she handed Saul a bundle of clothes to change into the bathroom and pulled you inside the bedroom before closing the door. “What to give you…” She circled you once, looking you up and down and sending shivers down your spine, your eyes closed as almost traced her hand down your arm, your breath deepening.
“Anything will be fine” By the feeling of it, you weren’t going to wear them for long.
“Strip” It came out huskier than she intended but it made your pupils darken, you were quick to pull out your wet clothes and drop them to the floor, standing in front of Farah in just your underwear. You had to give her points for averting her gaze, you turned around after grabbing the shirt and shorts she gave you. Despite it, the air around you was tense, you took shallow breaths before you dared speak. You could hear her heartbeat, your powers giving you a hand, it was strong and fast. Her breathing was shallow, and you felt her eyes sewn to your back.
“You can touch me” It was instant, her fingers traced over the constellation-like markings on your back and you shuddered, dropping the dry clothes to the floor.
“You-”
“I know.” The markings on your back repeated on Saul’s, you had seen when having to heal him after a training. It probably echoed on hers too.
“All this time” Her lips ghosted over your pulse point and your skin felt electric, her palm pressed against your markings.
“I’m sorry” You turned in her arms, lips shy against hers.
“Don’t” It was quiet, hurried before her lips met your cheek, your neck, her forehead met yours and she looked deep into your eyes. “Can I?” You managed to smirk in your haze.
“But what would your husband think?” Your fingers slipped below the hem of her wet shirt, tracing her abs with your thumbs.
“That I should share” You both knew where this was going. Your hands traveled low instead and skimmed inside her trousers, cupping her ass.
“Share then” Your noses touched and you aimed for her lips, but backed down when she moved closer.
“In a second” She walked you back against the wall as her lips dropped to your cleavage, then moved up your neck and started a love bite. You tsked her and pushed her back.
“Be nice, Farah” You joked, moving towards the closed door, her arms circling around your waist in the three steps that distanced you from the door, by the time you managed to open it, both her hand and knee were between your legs.
When the door opened, Saul almost dropped her glass of whiskey at the sight, you stood in lingerie in the door to his bedroom, his wife behind you, lips against your neck, hand inside your panties, the other around your waist and you grinded on both her fingers and knee.
“Care to join us?” You half moaned, having to catch yourself on the door as Farah curled her fingers.
Saul moved as fast as lighting, taking out his shirt as he went. The bedroom’s door closed and you pressed him against it, Farah’s fingers never stopping as she spoke. Your forehead rested against Saul’s chest, failing to catch your breath.
“She has the mark” Saul held your face in his hands at the words of his wife, your eyes were half closed.
“Are you sure?” Farah raised an eyebrow, she was literally pressed against it.
“Stop doubting women” You managed to choke out, before holding onto his arms, he blushed deeply and apologized. Soon his lips dropped to your neck, opposite to where Farah had left her love bite, and marked you too before kissing his wife, then you. Farah pressed you a little tighter against her chest before pushing you further against her knee, you whined and quieted the sound against Saul, whom embraced both you and Farah as he lazily grinned against your. You wanted to touch him, to kiss him, but Farah was ending all possible rational thoughts you mind could have managed at the moment. You moaned and both of them stilled, before Saul chuckled, you both joined as your head dropped back to Farah’s shoulder. “Don’t you dare stop”
“As you wish” Farah’s hand moved up your body and cupped your bra before moving it as down as possible, her fingers were rough against your nipples, but the burn of it was washed by Saul’s lips and tongue. You cupped his head to your breast and felt his smile against your skin before he began bitting around and leaving hickeys.
“Fuck” Farah chuckled again and your other hand traveled up to hold the back of her head, head to the side you focused on her eyes. Your own falling close due to their shared ministrations.
“Open your eyes, darling” You swear you tried “Come on” Her hand moved a little bit faster against you and you opened them, focusing on her eyes. She loved the way they widened when Saul kneeled before you and you felt his lips kiss down your stomach, your hip…. “Good?”
“Yes” You answered with a strangled moan as both Farah’s fingers and Saul’s mouth brought you to your peak.
You finally collapsed forward as you came, trembling enough to escape Farah’s hold and almost dropped knees first onto the floor if it hadn’t been for Saul. “Oh, lord” Your arms were quick to circle his neck and pull him for a kiss, as he embraced you, his arms fell to your back over the marking. Your taste on his mouth.
“Get her to the bed, give her a few minutes” He did so, and you lay there thanking fate and destiny as your soul came back to your body. By the moment you managed to open your eyes, Farah was pressed against the wall as Saul rooted quickly against her, the sinful sound of their shared moans filled the air. It looked like they came fast because soon enough their movements stilled, their foreheads dropped together and Farah was gently dropped to the ground and she walked on bobbly legs to your side, as Saul got rid of the condom after a kiss. “Are you okay?” She asked as she turned to you. You circled your arm around her hip and pulled her naked body to you.
“Are you?” You motioned down her body, tracing your hand up to her chest and around her breast.
“Mh-” She turned face down on the mattress, giving you the chance to look at her back, and sure enough, almost hidden by the bedcloth you pulled down, the same marking echoed on her. You couldn’t resist but kiss it. You kissed down her back before she turned around, cradled your face and pulled you up to her lips. “In a minute” She whispered before joining your lips, her eyes stood closed as you moved away and rested your head in her stomach.
“Eres hermosa” Your fingers traced up and down her side and to the thighs trapping you in place. “Una diosa en la tierra” It wasn’t whispered as you knew she wouldn’t understand.
“What was that?” She asked, lifting up on her elbows and cupping your chin. You moved up to her and kissed her.
“Que me encantas” You smiled before tracing down her sides with both hands and kneeling before her, lips on the inner side of her knee, you moved back after a second, giving her a rest but with your fingers still tracing her skin, cheek rested on her knee.
“Are you both good?” Saul’s voice made you turn your head and smile up at him.
“Better with a kiss?” He was quick to move to your side and take your breath away. Then he moved to Farah.
“Love?” Farah opened her droopy eyes and smiled, giving you both a thumbs up before her head dropped back on the mattress with a smile. “I told you”
“Yes, you did.” She chuckled and held your hand, pulling you to her side. She traced her fingers in your hair, caressing your scalp lightly, you looked up at her.
“Told her what?”
“That you were special” Whispered Saul as his thumb traced the side of your thigh. The bloom of warmth in your chest the words caused must have echoed in your eyes, because soon enough Saul’s arms circled your waist and pulled you up and against him.
-
Soulmates were an interesting form of fate, you discovered when you found yourself cuddled against a sleeping Saul and feeling Farah’s fingers trace up and down your side, her lips met the back of your neck when she felt you stirr and soon her arm circled around your waist and pulled you flat against her. Your legs tangled and you closed your eyes again, feeling the soft beating of her heart against your back. Across from you, Saul stirred a little and moved closer to you still asleep, pulling you both in a hug. Farah smiled against your neck and you fell asleep.
“Tu también nos encantas”