The curtains were half drawn, and the lingering aroma of food still hung in the air, mingling with the floral scent of Ino's hair and Hinata's natural fragrance.
Genya leaned back in the middle of the sofa, his arms resting comfortably to either side.
On his left, Ino pressed herself against him, one leg draped casually over his knee as her fingers traced circles on his chest.
On his right, Hinata nestled into the crook of his arm as he held her by the shoulders, her face hot enough to fry an egg.
The mood was lovely.
So lovely that Genya's hands began to wander.
His left hand slid from Ino's shoulder to her side. She wore a thin sweater, and he could feel her warmth even through the fabric.
He gave her a gentle squeeze. Ino let out a muffled sound and looked up to glare at him, but her glistening eyes robbed the look of any menace.
"What are you doing?"
Her voice was as soft as freshly steamed rice cake. Genya looked down at her with a smile.
"Nothing."
His right hand wasn't idle either. It slipped from Hinata's shoulder, traveled down her arm, and finally stopped at her wrist.
Hinata's hand was tiny, her fingers slender and cool. With her hand enclosed in his palm, her whole body trembled faintly.
Hinata's eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.
Ino wasn't pleased. She lifted her head from his embrace.
"What about me?"
Genya lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers.
"Satisfied?"
Ino's ears turned red, but she refused to let him off so easily.
"Just once?"
Genya smiled and kissed her again, lingering a little longer this time.
Satisfied, Ino resumed tracing circles on his chest.
Hinata watched beside them, her face completely flushed, yet she didn't