Letters smiled serenely. Hammer knew her well enough to know bad things usually happened when she looked that calm. “I like both of you. I think you both like each other. Rather than you persuading me away from him, why don’t we all work together?”
"Okay, maybe I don’t mind you sleeping with him as well as me," Hammer said. "But I don’t like him that way."
"Didn’t seem to mind when I jerked you off that time -" the Aussie mumbled.
"We agreed that that never happened!"
"Hammer, Hammer, Hammer. Darling." Letters ran her hands down his arm. "Look at you, you’re all tense. Won’t do you any good. And frankly, hot though it is watching the pair of you constantly going around flexing your egos and finding excuses to rough each other up, I’m getting sick and fucking tired of the unresolved tension. So just do it, already, and if you put on a good enough show, I might join you."
"Relax, mate," the Aussie said, grinning like a weasel just about to bite off the head off a baby rabbit, "I’ll go easy on you."
"Go easy? Oh, just you c’mere boy, when I’m done with you you won’t be able to walk straight -"
Letters leaned back in her chair and folded her arms behind her head. She loved it when a plan came together.
(Side note - I love watching how people’s takes on things change week to week. The first prompts I got after sharing some thoughts about Aussie were Hamstralian, and then someone suggested adding Letters in. Now it’s come round full circle, sort of.)