Having a celebratory get-together at Havenfield was an annual thing. A little party to commemorate their victory and remember their losses. It had always been something Sophie loved, but the year that she discovered her feelings was the one time the party seemed like a horrible idea; because not only did she have to see Keefe and Fitz cooped up in one place (with her, nonetheless) but she had to see them dressed up, too.

And to put the icing on the cake that was her doom, she had to act like she wasn't hot and bothered for the sake of everyone else in the house. (Mostly Grady).

Sophie had been dating Keefe and Fitz for a couple of months, by then, but even though it was a fairly new revelation, everyone had always been able to see that there'd been something brewing between the three of them. They'd made it official after their feelings had accidentally been spilled one late December night and from then on they were inseparable.

Well, inseparable to the point where no one else caught on to what was happening.

They'd mutually agreed to keep their status on the down-low for a few months before breaking the news to anyone. Sophie had thought it wouldn't be that difficult, acting like they were still friends and such, but it was... Very, very hard.

Especially when she was in the middle of a party, letting her eyes wander over her two boyfriends.

She'd seen hundreds of men in suits, but she knew nothing would ever compare to seeing Fitz Vacker all fine and tailored to perfection. She knew it was probably stupid, but she couldn't stop getting caught on the image of him readjusting the buttons at his wrists or the tie around his neck and oh, Eternalia, she couldn't handle when he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked so... So laid-back, yet pristine.

Keefe was just as bad. Sophie had known that men in dresses was about as heavenly a concept as anyone could create, but seeing her boyfriend in one was somehow even higher. She couldn't get over the bodice snugly adorned to his torso or the way she could see his shoulders blades through the open back or the banded sleeves slipped around his biceps- Oh, no, she could not look at his arms and think straight.

On top of it, Keefe looked so proud and confident. Anytime he'd peer at her over the brim of his glass from across the room she felt her knees buckle. It definitely didn't aid her in anyway when he threw a smirk in.

Sophie swore the two boys were physical incarnations of poison. They were trying to kill her.

And they were succeeding.

Sophie tried endlessly to distract herself with small talk, hoping Dex and Tam could save her from any wandering thoughts.

But then she'd catch her mind tickling her with images of Keefe and Fitz and she'd be lost to a daydream.

Sophie was only half-listening to Tam chatter heartily about something while she sipped on her drink. Absent-minded, she scanned her boyfriends' movements, watching the way they spoke and moved with grace.

Sophie's heart leapt into her throat when Keefe caught her line of sight. She turned redder than the contents in her glass, sending him a shy wave. She instantly regretted the motion when his smile grew wider.

Across the way, Keefe dismissed himself from whatever conversation he'd been engrossed in, picking up the skirts of his dress briefly to not step on any shoes. He made his way over to Fitz, managing to somehow drag him out of his own discussion, too. She raised a single eyebrow when Keefe grabbed Fitz's hand and started dragging him towards...

Sophie's stomach dropped. They were walking towards her.

Sophie struggled to scrap together every remaining piece of composure before Keefe and Fitz arrived. She tried to act surprised when she turned to them, ice cubes tink!-ing around in her glass.

Keefe extended a hand. "Can I bother you for a minute? We... need to have a talk."

That didn't sound very much like Keefe. Sophie's stomach managed to sour a little at the edges. What if it was something serious?

Then again, Keefe's mouth had a mischievous twitch to it. And upon closer inspection, Fitz seemed to be blushing.

"Um," Sophie said. She turned to look at Dex and Tam. Thankfully they waved her off and assured her it was fine, though she did notice the glimmers of curiosity lingering behind their eyes. But she was just as clueless as they were.

She set down her drink on the nearest table and slipped her hand into Keefe's outstretched one.

Keefe began guiding Sophie and Fitz through Havenfield, eventually winding up at the base of the staircase. Keefe finally released their hands and waved for them to follow. Sophie shared a look with Fitz, raising a single questioning eyebrow. Fitz didn't appear to know what was happening either, shrugging as he started to make the ascent up the stairs.

About halfway up, Sophie twisted her head to make sure no one was following them or within ear range before asking, "Where are we going?"

"Your room, if you're okay with that."

She blinked. "Uh, yeah," Sophie assured. She didn't have any clothes lying around or anything. She'd cleaned up before anyone had arrived. "But I still don't get what's going on."

"You'll see."

Fitz arched an eyebrow, sharing another look with Sophie. Sophie was the one to simply shrug that time, silently praying that there was nothing the matter. Praying that Keefe wasn't tugging both of them aside because of some issue he'd be keeping from them that he couldn't hold back any longer.

Sophie got lost in her worries as they continued to follow Keefe up. She got so lost, in fact, that she almost missed Fitz's tiny outburst.

Fitz made some sort of quipped sound, like a surprised laugh. He was all grin as he started, "Keefe, is that what you–"

"Fitz, I swear, did you just–" Keefe looked back to his boyfriend, who was busy trying to hold back any laughter. "This is what I get for dating a Telepath."

Fitz actually did manage to laugh at the remark. Sophie's attention flew between the both of them, making her nearly trip with her heels on the stairs. Navigating her feet and the conversation at the same time was more difficult than she would have guessed.

"What is it?" Sophie asked. "What's going on?"

"Don't tell her, Fitz, or I'm going to shove you down this staircase."

Sophie doubted that Fitz could have formulated an answer even if he wanted to. He was too busy giggling and snorting and biting down on his lip in some attempt to keep it all at bay.

When they reached Sophie's room, they all filed into the dark expanse. Sophie spun around when she reached the center. waiting for Keefe and Fitz to flick on the light and join her. Fitz did walk up and stand by her side, but Keefe let the light off and closed the door.

Only pale moonlight filtered through the room, along with a tiny glow from a moon jar she'd accidentally left out on her desk. Sophie readjusted her eyes so that she could see the two of them better.

"That's a lot of anxiety I'm feeling from you, Foster," he murmured when he reached her side.

Sophie crossed her arms. "Yeah, because I have no clue what's going on."

"It's nothing bad," Fitz assured. Though he'd calmed, he looked like he wanted to go for a round two of giggling and grinning.

"It's not," Keefe agreed, feeling some of Sophie's doubt waft through the air. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. I just needed someplace more private."

Sophie wanted to ask what that meant, but Keefe had already turned to Fitz. Keefe's voice wasn't scolding - more teasing - as he said, "Foster's going first because she didn't slip into my mind and ruin the surprise."

Her eyebrows stitched together. "Going first for wh–"

A hand slipped to cup the back of her neck. Before she could process what was happening, she was tugged gently forward. Sophie squeaked when Keefe's mouth layered over hers. At first. her eyes popped open, but when he readjusted the angle of his face, allowing their mouths to slot together more effortlessly, she fluttered her eyes closed. His hands reached up to hold her face, swirling steady circles on her cheeks.

Oh, this was... Exactly what she needed. The past few hours had been torture, trying to deny herself what she wanted (which happened to be two boys).

Keefe migrated from pressing kisses on her mouth to her cheek to her jaw, repeating the process all while talking. "You two," - kiss - "were being stupid," - kiss - "and getting me," - kiss - "on edge all night."

Sophie could barely think straight when he pulled away. "Us two?" she asked, embarrassed by the tiny squeak that was her voice. "You two were driving me up the wall."

Fitz smiled. "Seems like we were all dealing with it, then."

Keefe's hands slipped from Sophie's face and neck. "Don't you even get started," Keefe ordered, shaking his head as he took a step over to him. "I brushed up against your hand and you were excited. You knew what you were doing."

Fitz didn't have time to argue as Keefe slipped his hands around the collar of Fitz's suit. He arched an eyebrow, gazing up at his boyfriend. He muttered, "Avery, I swear, if you get any taller I'm going to beat the height out of you."

Fitz laughed as Keefe tugged him down a few inches, meeting in the middle. They kissed, short and simple and sweet, conveying all the love and longing they'd endured that night.

Fitz slipped his hands to cup Keefe's face, beginning to filter his kisses over every open expanse. He pecked them over his mouth and his cheekbones and his forehead, all the way to the tip of his nose.

"I hate you," Keefe murmured, tugging one more time on Fitz's collar so that their lips could connect.

"Somehow I doubt that," Fitz replied, smiling when they parted.

They stayed in each other's close embrace after that, grinning at each other like two dorks in the dark. Keefe's eyes trailed back to Sophie at one point, though, noticing how she was still standing there rather numbly. Fitz slipped one arm around Keefe and opened the other, outstretching his hand.

"Sophie, c'mere."

Sophie blinked. She was still breathless. Still reeling from the shock of it all. Her lips buzzed with the reminder.

She took the few steps required to meet them, glad to feel both their arms wrapped around her as they all huddled close in a circle. Sophie met Keefe's eyes. "That's what you pulled us away for?"

"I missed you," Keefe defended. "Sue me."

"Suing," Fitz assured, pecking the top of Keefe's head. Keefe rolled his eyes - but he was smiling.

Sophie couldn't muster her own. Fitz seemed to notice, peering over at her.

Fitz chuckled softly. He lifted his hand to place two fingers gently on her chin. "Sophie, you good?" He bent down and pressed a kiss over her mouth. "You look a little dazed."

She didn't doubt that one bit. She wouldn't be surprised if her pupils were dilated. Or if she couldn't walk properly after they returned to the party.

Sophie looked him up and down from head to toe leisurely. She swallowed. Sophie met his eyes. "Keefe is right, you need to stop growing."

He and Keefe laughed.