The show was amazing! Despite your reservations about going out to the club, the concert you saw was worth all the risks. Sometimes you really did need a reminder that, for all the curveballs life threw your way, you were still surrounded by incredibly gifted people. Your sister-in-law and close friends were musical geniuses. They played all the hits: Smushed in the Middle; Crushing But Not Crushed; Heart Burn Hunger Pangs; and Malleable Love.
They played some new songs as well, all bangers, but one in particular stood out, if for no other reason than a spotlight shined on the VIP table where Rosa and you were sitting as Piper sang it.
The song was called Mind if I Stomp In? and it started off sounding like a punk love ballad. The song was about an unaffected woman in love with a tiny who was already dating another unaffected woman. It seemed like the singer was planning to break up the happy couple to steal the tiny for herself only for the twist to be that the singer was already dating a tiny of her own and the song ended with the two unaffected women coming to an arrangement to swap their tiny partners. That had thrown you, if for no reason than you assumed the ballad was meant for Rosa. Why else would they shine the spotlight on the table during that song?
But almost immediately afterwards, the Banshees wrapped up with one of their most beloved songs, C-T-See You Later, closing out the concert with the beautiful imagery of the CTC being burned to the ground, and the crowd chanting, "FUCK THE CTC!"
*****
After the concert, you were brought backstage by a waitress. Piper, unfortunately, had to leave immediately after the performance, but Dodger and Sydney were in the club's backroom.
"You were incredible!" you gushed the second you were alone with the band. You were on your third beer and were beginning to feel pretty buzzed. "Best concert I've seen since--well, honestly since the last time I saw you in concert!"
"Aww, Matty, you're makin' me blush," Dodger said, flashing a brilliant smile.
The Black former Brit had taken off her iconic red leather jacket, leaving her strong arms and shoulders bare. She was a towering figure of equal parts thick, pronounced curves and firm, well-defined musculature. As usual, she wore Punk attire, with some of the standouts being a pair of opaque red sunglasses, and black combat boots that made her taller than her already impressive 5'9''. She was sitting down, wrapping a lock of curly coppery-orange hair around one of her fingers.
Sydney, the wife of Rosa and Dodger, stood behind her unaffected wife, giving her a shoulder massage. In contrast to her Punk wife/bandmate, Sydney was all Goth. Her raven-hair streaked with violet, black painted lips, and dark clothing only made her pale skin and large, gray eyes stand out all the more. She was plus-sized but carried her extra weight well, especially considering most of her weight was distributed amongst her already immense curves.
It was no wonder the pair of beauties had to fight off so many groupies. But when they had each other and Rosa to go home to, who could really ask for more?
"Come on, Savage. Put a lil effort in. My shoulders are killin' me," Dodger said.
"Pain won't kill you, beloved. Knicks to your carotid arteries would. Something to bear in mind with my nails so close," Sydney said in her usual deadpan.
Dodger looked up, exposing her neck fully and meeting her wife's gaze. "Corpses can't massage you back, big luv."
"Drat. Foiled again," Sydney pouted before lowering her puckered lips to meet Dodger's own.
Sometimes you still couldn't believe these two, who'd so often in the past had been at each other's throats, had ended up married. Other times it was so obvious how perfect they were for each other, you felt like a fool for questioning it.
"Did you enjoy our newest song, Matthew?" Sydney asked, giving you a ghost of a smile.
"You played a lot of new ones," you chuckled. "I loved them all! But which are you asking in particular?"
"The one we shined a big, bloody spotlight on you?" Dodger offered.
"Mind if I Stomp In?" Sydney replied, offering the proper name. "We wrote it with you in mind."
You blinked. "You did?"
"Well, technically you and Mari," Dodger admitted. "Shame she couldn't be here. We sounded so bloody good."
"What did you think of the song, Matthew?"
"I... enjoyed it. It told a really unexpected but compelling narrative. I'm... glad it had a happy ending," you answered both honestly and awkwardly. For some reason, from the way Dodger, Sydney and Rosa were watching you, they seemed to be very invested in your answer. You genuinely had no idea what about you and Mari had ever made the group want to write the song--
"So, Matty," Dodger said conversationally, "you and Mari interested in swinging?"
One second you'd been taking a sip of your beer, the next beer shot out of your nostrils. Your throat and nostrils burned as you coughed and sputtered, trying to catch your breath. Rosa had broken out into a fit of giggles at the forwardness of her wife, while a faint flush formed on Sydney's pale cheeks.
"Dodger," Sydney groaned, abandoning the massage. "We agreed to broach this delicately."
"What?" Dodger asked defensively. "We can spend all day beatin' around the bush, OR we can just invite the lil luv into the bush."
"Dodger!"
"Just joking, Savage. All the accidents Matty's been in over the years with us? He knows we're smooth down there."
Rosa laughed harder while Sydney only sighed and rubbed her brow as if developing a migraine.
Meanwhile, you'd finally regained your voice.
"This--you--joking? Right?" you asked, still panting for breath.
"She's not, actually," Sydney sighed again. "I'm sorry, Matthew, this isn't the way I wanted to go about it, but... well... the three of us were talking about new healthy ways were could spice up our love life, and the topic of additional partners came up--"
Dodger snorted. "You mean you brought it up, Syd."
"I was brainstorming," Sydney said dryly. "You were the one who jumped on it like a ghoul on a cadaver."
Dodger was about to fire back when Rosa piped up.
"Ladies, ladies!" Rosa chided. "Maybe both calm down for a minute and compose yourselves? We don't want to scare Matty off."
At their tiny wife's words, Dodger and Sydney both seemed to realize how badly they were screwing up this proposal.
"Sorry," they both muttered contritely.
"Anyway, Matty, allow me to explain," Rosa said, slipping an arm around your shoulder as you were left still reeling and dumbfounded by Dodger and Sydney's words. "As my big beautiful wives were saying, we were entertaining the idea of expanding our pool of partners, and when coming up with hypotheticals, all three of us agreed on you and Mari right away."
"All three--you too? But, uh, you're--"
"A lesbian, yes," Rosa smirked. "Nothing is gonna happen between us, dude. But just because a friend's having fun with my girls doesn't mean I can't have fun too. Especially when there's a beautiful Brazilian bombshell around. It's why we were hoping to talk with both you and Mari today. To see if you're interested?"
Your mind had been reeling for the past few minutes, positive that this wasn't real, that it was a joke or a dream or a joke in a dream or--something! But all your senses told you this was really happening, and all evidence pointed to the three women being serious. Still, you had to ask just to be sure you weren't going crazy.
"You all... want Mari and me... in the polycule?"
Dodger grinned. "Love the eagerness, Matty, but let's not get ahead of ourselves, yeah?"
"This would be more of an... experiment," Sydney said, after struggling to find the word. "We want to make sure you two are compatible with us--"
"Got to make music with you two before we invite you to join the band," Dodger smiled.
"--if the chemistry is there we could move forward on a trial basis," Sydney continued. "Above all, we value you and Mari as two of our dearest friends. We don't want to risk losing that connection even if a physically intimate relationship with you two doesn't work out."
"Yeah," Dodger nodded, her playful expression turning serious. "Fun's fun but you two as friends are irreplaceable."
"And obviously if either you or Mari don't want to purse this, then this conversation ends right here," Rosa chimed back in. "So, if you're not onboard just say the word, Matty, and we'll pretend this conversation never happened!"
You felt Dodger and Sydney's gaze fall on you the nanosecond Rosa stopped talking. It took all your willpower to keep your expression stoic and your eyes glued to the table beneath your feet. Sweat beaded your forehead. Your throat dry, you swallowed nervously.
You really... really... really wished Rosa hadn't asked for your answer right now. Not that there was a possibility your answer would be anything other than, "No," you just didn't want to crush the throuple's expectations immediately. They were some of your best friends, after all. And it really was flattering that they considered Mari and you at all for this, but... Mari was the only woman you loved and, selfish as it sounded, you didn't want to share her with anyone. That being said, you were perfectly willing to share the blame with Mari for this idea being rejected instead of shouldering it all yourself right now.
"I, uh... I need to run it by my wife," you said quickly.
Dodger, Sydney and Rosa all let out palpable sighs of relief their proposal hadn't been shot down out of the gate.
"Understood. We definitely need to make sure Mari's on board before we proceed with anything," Rosa said.
"We'll accept your decision whatever it may be. Take all the time you need," Sydney said.
"Yeah! You two know where to find us!" Dodger said.
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