Irene's Bed Redux
Irene woke up folded in two pairs of arms. Jordi's lean form curled protectively around her from behind, spooning into his Dona to give her as much warmth and safety as he could. His breath tickled the back of her neck, pushing aside her hair with each silent exhalation.
Laurentina laid in front of her, one arm tossed over Irene and Jordi, the other tucked between her head and one of the many pillows she'd brought from her room. Her pale hair fanned over the entire top half of the mattress, every bit as wild as her.
Irene closed her eyes and sighed happily, snuggling deeper under the handmade quilt that Jordi had brought her. She shimmied further into Jordi's arms, reaching another hand out to pull Laurentina closer. With a sleepy protestation the shark obliged, scooting until she could grasp both of her lovers.
This bed, her bed... their bed, was a 10/10. Sure, the already good mattress, wonderfully soft pillows, and nigh-perfect quilt were enough to make anyone jealous, but to Irene, it was the people sharing it with her that made it special. Whenever they could all rest like this, safe with each other and secure in their mutual embrace, they knew they'd wake up all the better for it.
At the end of the day, she couldn't think of any place she'd rather be more.