DISCLAIMER:  Disclaimer, disclaimer, disclaimer. I hate these things. This 
story is JoAnne's fault. Or Silvia's. One of them, anyway. So blame them if 
you don't like it. ;-) Aside from that, Aria and the Andravens are a creation 
of Kat. Elaine and George are Liz'. Richie doesn't belong to us, but then, he 
doesn't belong to anyone else, either. Felix Twist is property of the Forever 
Knight people.

WARNING: This is a PWP. That means S-E-X. Two women and one man. Doin' what 
comes naturally. If this offends you, or you're under eighteen, or whatever 
the legal limit is in your area, don't read this.

                                     Making Up

By Elizabeth M. Lawrence (luckyliz@mindspring.com) and Kathleen M. Wilson 
(Psistriker@worldnet.att.net)


Comments always welcome. (This is a hint, people <G>) Other stories in the 
Elaine Saga can be found at http://members.aol.com/psistriker/pubpage.htm and 
http://www.mindspring.com/~luckyliz/.


Richie stopped the Jeep. "Elaine, would you mind not doing that?

"Why?" Elaine asked, nibbling on his ear. "Don' yah like it?"

"I do," he assured her. "But you're going to cause an accident."

"Sah? It's not like any of us cn die."

"Go play with Aria," he suggested, indicating the occupant of the other front 
seat.

Elaine sighed and removed her hand from Richie's pants. Scooting over to the 
other side of the back seat, she draped her arms around the other woman. "Hi 
theah."

Aria grinned. "Hi yourself, darlin'," she replied. "And I would appreciate it 
if'n ya watched that sort of stuff when Richie's drivin'. We may not be able 
to die, but I'd like m'Jeep to stay in one piece."

"Well, yah not drivin'," Elaine pointed out, nuzzling Aria's neck.

"True," Aria agreed.

"An' yah did prahmise tah make up fah that splintah, right?" The blonde 
pulled the rest of Aria's shirt out of her jeans.

"Right."

"Sah why don' weh get stahted?"

One of Elaine's hands disappeared up the shirt. The other got to work on 
Aria's jeans.

"Elaine!" Aria protested. "We're in public!"

"Sah?"

Fortunately for Aria, just then Richie pulled into an underground garage.

Aria recognized the building. "Ya live here?" This was one of the most 
expensive apartment buildings in Seacouver.

The blonde laughed. "Mah deah, Ah own the buildin'. Oh rathah, a friend of 
mine does, which amounts tah the same thin'."

"An' I suppose this 'friend' is the one with the funky hair that you don't 
like to talk about," Aria grumbled.

"A'cahse," Elaine answered. "He does have a reputation tah maintain, aftah 
all. An' that includes takin' caah of what's his."

Richie parked the Jeep in a spot by the elevator. The three got out and went 
over to it. The doors opened without anyone pushing a button.

"How?" Aria asked as they got in.

Elaine smiled. "Geahge saw us on the monitah when weh drove in. Which reminds 
meh." She spoke up, "Geahge, this is Aria. Put hah on the vistah lis' an' get 
hah a key."

"Right away, Mama 'Laine," a voice over the loud speaker informed them.

The elevators door opened onto the penthouse suite.

"Welcome tah wheah Ah live," Elaine announced, stepping out into the room and 
putting her shoes by the elevator, followed by Richie and Aria. "Sah, what do 
yah think?"

Aria quietly wandered around the room, checking the place out. Since she had 
spent the past few years in and out of places like this, she wasn't quite as 
awed as Richie had been the first time he had visited, but she was still 
impressed. "Nice place ya got here, 'Laine," she said finally.

"Which in Aria-speak translates to 'This is one hell of a step up from the 
dump Richie is forcing me to live in,'" Richie laughed.

Aria punched him in the stomach. "That's not what I meant and you know it, 
wise ass," she replied. "One thing about the flag, though, 'Laine, is it 
missin' a star or am I rememberin' wrong? Which is completely possible for 
once since this is only the second time in m'life that I've ever actually 
seen one in person."

Elaine stiffened. "That is a Confedahrate Ba'le Flag, the flag of mah country 
an' Ah _asshoah_ yah it is accahrate. Gen'ral Lee pahsonallay handed it tah 
meh at Appomattox. Wheah wah _you_ dahrin' the Wah, anyway?"

The warrior blanched, started by the vampire's sudden vehemence. "Italy, 
helpin' out over there."

The blonde visibly relaxed. "That's good. Ah knew yah wahn' on ah side, cause 
then yah'd have recognized the flag an' Ah'd hate tah think yah wah on the 
side of those mahdahrin' bastahds."

Aria was almost afraid to ask. "What would have happened it I had been?"

"Lahn' way down from heah, isn' it?"

"You'd really have tossed me out the window?" Aria asked.

Elaine's eyes shot ice daggers at her. "Some thin's ah unfahgivable."

Richie put his arms around the two women. "I thought we came here to have 
some fun, not to talk politics," he said, trying to change the subject.

"Weh did," Elaine quickly agreed. The last thing she wanted to do was start 
another fight with Aria. "An' not onlay that, but Ah'm bein' a terrible 
hostess. Ah think theah's a bo'le of champagne in the ice box. An' a'cahse, 
flapjacks fah la'ah."

"Flapjacks?" Aria asked.

"Elaine fixed pancakes for me the first time I was here and they've become 
sort of a tradition," Richie explained. "Even if they are heavier than 
bricks," he teased.

Elaine playfully batted the air next to his head. "Onlay the one time. An' 
onlay because Ah hadn' made them fah ovah a hundred yeahs. Go get the 
champagne oh the nex' flapjack Ah make will beh wahse then the fahst one."

Richie held his hands up in mock terror. "Oh no! Save me!"

"Scat," the blonde laughed.

Also laughing, Richie went into the kitchen.

"God, Ah love watchin' him move," Elaine commented, staring at Richie's 
receding rear end. "Theah ah cultahs wheah the women walk ten feet behind the 
men. View like that's almos' enough tah make a gahl think they have the right 
idea."

"You know it, sister," Aria agreed. "So what's with the champagne? Tryin' ta 
get me drunk so ya can have your wicked way with me?" 

Elaine strolled over and laced her arms around the taller woman's neck. "Do 
Ah need tah?" She softly kissed her, then laid a dainty hand on the space 
between Aria's breasts. "Ah do intend tah have mah wicked way with yah, but 
Ah wan' yah sobah sah yah cn enjoy ev'ry minute of it. Ah jus' thought weh 
could toast what will hopefullay beh the fahst of many centahrays togethah, 
that's all."

The blonde frowned. She'd been fingering Aria's shirt and it was really 
annoying her. She wanted to feel Ari's silky flesh, not he rough fabric. "But 
fahst, this has _got_ tah go."

Before Aria had a chance to object, Elaine pulled the offending garment over 
the brunette's head and tossed it on the floor.

"Theah. Much be'ah," she declared. "What do yah think, Richay?"

Richie set two wine bottles on the counter, adding them to the three glasses 
already there. "I think, that if Aria's shirtless, it's only fair that you 
should be, too."

The two women looked at each other.

"He has a point," Aria noted.

"Indeed he does," Elaine agreed. "It's one of mah fav'rite thin's abou' him. 
Howevah, in this case, that's alsah a verray good ideah he jus' had. Sah what 
ah yah goin' tah do abou' it?"

Elaine's dress joined the shirt on the floor. Aria was surprised -- the 
blonde actually had something on underneath; a very pretty bra and panties 
set. The remains of a bra, anyway. That piece of lingerie had been cut in two 
when Aria's sword had pieced the vampire's body.

"Ah didn' know how revealin' the fight was goin' tah get, sah Ah thought Ah'd 
beh prepaahed fah anythin," Elaine explained, noticing the way Aria was 
staring. "Ah don' mind Joe seein', but Ah didn' wan' tah give Duncan a show."

The bra joined the pile on the floor, quickly followed by Aria's.

She paused before continuing. "Yah realize, a'cahse, that this still leaves 
an imbalance in the room. Not you, Shalla. Ah was refahrin' tah Richay."

Richie was struggling with the cork when he suddenly found himself the focus 
of two pairs of eyes.

"What?

His lovers walked towards him, giving the young Immortal what he called his 
'oh, shit' feeling.

"What'd I do this time?"

They didn't say anything, just continued their way toward him until there was 
one on each side.

"It's got tah go," Elaine stated.

"Definitely," Aria agreed. "So how shall we do it?"

"Theah's always mah knife," the blonde suggested. "Ah'm sure Ah could find 
one fah yah, too, Shalla."

The women changed positions, still looking at Richie.

"It's a possiblity," Aria said. "But I prefer the personal touch."

"Yah mean jus' teahrin' it tah pieces with ah baah hands? Hmmmm, Ah like the 
sound of that." Elaine stroked Richie's chest.

"I figured you would."

"'Laine, Ari...." Now Richie was really nervous. What _were_ they up to?

Just then, the champagne bottle let loose with a very loud BANG.  The redhead 
jumped, causing the two women to burst out laughing.

"Calm down, Halvan. We're just talkin' about your shirt," Aria told him.

"My shirt?" he echoed.

"Yes, yah shaht," Elaine repeated. "Ah yah goin' tah take it off oh do Ah rip 
it off yah back?"

Richie handed the bottle to Aria, who preceded to fill the glasses. One of 
the glasses, she noticed, was already half-filled with a red liquid. **Must 
be for 'Laine,** she figured.

Sure enough, that was the glass Elaine picked up as the started the toasts. 
"Tah mah two fav