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For mountainbirb; modern college AU:
Milena isn’t entirely sure how she ended up playing some unholy hybrid of Spin the Bottle and Seven Minutes in Heaven - she’s blaming Jaskier, which is usually correct - but she’s faintly glad that the bottle hasn’t chosen her yet. About half of the other people in the circle have already gone giggling into the designated rooms and come out again flushed and with disheveled clothing; Milena is trying to figure out whether she can politely bow out before her turn comes around, and if she wants to bow out -
And then a new person sits down in the circle, and she misses her chance to speak in sheer astonishment, because the new person is Aiden Kett, and as far as she knows he’s in a relationship with Lambert Wolfe, who is lounging in the doorway watching the chaos with a smirk on his handsome face.
Milena might, perhaps, have spent a little too much time having entirely impolite thoughts about charming, rakish Aiden Kett and his foul-mouthed, broad-shouldered boyfriend. Lambert spends a distressing amount of time working out shirtless in various quads, acres of pale skin gleaming distractingly in the sun, and Aiden likes to do parkour in extremely short shorts and a sleeveless shirt that shows off his lean musculature extremely well. And they both have the audacity to be very smart, too: Aiden is in her Statistics class, and Lambert in her Nilfgaardian course, and they’re both very good.
Smart, charming, handsome - Milena doesn’t think her harmless little crushes are terribly noticeable, but she always feels like she’s blushing every time she talks to them, and her usual eloquence seems to vanish entirely.
But hopefully they haven’t noticed her embarrassing emotional weakness.
“Oooh, newbie gets to spin!” Jaskier cries gleefully.
“Sounds good to me,” Aiden says, and picks the bottle up, weighing it thoughtfully in his hand for a long moment.
“It’s spin, not throw,” Jaskier teases.
Aiden smirks at him, sets the bottle down on the floor, and twirls it with an elegant flick of his fingers. It spins astonishingly quickly, glinting in the flickering electric candlelight that Jaskier said would enhance the ambiance - slows - slows - stops.
Pointing directly at Milena.
There’s a chorus of oooohs, and Milena can feel herself blushing.
Aiden grins, crooked and smug, and rises to his feet, offering Milena a long-fingered elegant hand. “Shall we?”
Milena glances over at Lambert, who is - who is still smirking, looking utterly unconcerned. Hesitantly, she puts her hand in Aiden’s; he draws her upright and leads her over to the nearest “closet” - actually a dorm room, but to be fair it’s barely any larger than Milena’s walk-in closet at home.
The door closes behind them, and Aiden lounges back against it, still grinning, green eyes very bright in the dimness. “So,” he murmurs, quietly enough that no one outside is likely to hear it. “We don’t actually have to kiss if you don’t want to, darling.”
Milena blinks at him in confusion.
“It’s just, well, Lambert and I have been talking, and we think you’ve maybe been looking at us,” Aiden continues softly. “And that maybe you haven’t noticed we’re looking right back at you.”
Milena can feel her eyes going wide. “At me?”
“Oh yes,” Aiden purrs. “Brilliant and gorgeous and sweet as honey - how could we not be interested?”
“Oh,” Milena says dazedly.
“And yes, it is both of us, but I’m the one who knows how to cheat at Spin the Bottle,” Aiden adds, smirking. “So I’m the lucky one who gets to be in here with you.”
Milena is definitely blushing.
“So,” Aiden says, tilting his head and giving her a rakish grin. “What d’you say, darling? Want to give us a chance?”
Milena takes a deep breath, marveling at her own daring. “Yes, but surely we ought to begin as we mean to go on,” she says. “Lambert should be in here, too.”
“Oh, you marvel,” Aiden breathes, eyes lighting up, and whirls to open the door. “Lam! Get over here!”
Milena ignores the chorus of shocked exclamations and giggling; it takes only a moment before Lambert is slipping through the half-open door and shutting it firmly behind himself, looking stunned and delighted as he stares at her.
“She said yes?”
“She said yes!” Aiden replies. “Oh, come here, darling - let us kiss you?”
“Yes,” Milena says again, and steps into his arms. Somehow, having Lambert crowding in behind her doesn’t feel like being trapped, just like being surrounded in comfort.
Aiden cups her face in long-fingered hands and smiles down at her. “Yes?” he checks. Milena nods.
Aiden's kiss is soft and tentative and careful and thorough, and Milena revels in the press of lips on lips. And then he turns her around and Lambert bends down, and he kisses so gently and reverently that it almost brings tears to her eyes.
Someone knocks on the door. “It’s been seven minutes,” Jaskier calls, clearly trying to suppress laughter.
“Want to take this somewhere else, darling?” Aiden purrs in Milena’s ear.
And Milena says, “Yes.”