Freya waved back with a smile, still holding her wife's hand, as he turned around making it too late for them to leave quietly and have their late lunch elsewhere. It was of course good to see him but things had certainly not ended between them on friendly terms. Not that Freya could really blame him. He had been utterly unprepared to find his fiance and his best friend, both only just barely clad, in the kitchenette at Freya's rented studio, where she also lived. Freya standing close behind Jourdan, close enough that her breasts must have touched Jourdan's back and her hands resting on her hips while Jourdan was preparing tea for them both. He had come to pick up his fiance from the last session of her modelling for a nude painting. He had been early and they had completely lost track of time. For him to just let himself in at Freya's studio was nothing odd or unusual. It was only the inner room where she painted that was off limits without an invitation.<br/><br/>At first the two women had not even noticed his presence, being so wrapped up in each other as they were, but when they did they both turned around and as further proof of their guilt they stepped apart rather abruptly as if that would nullify the intimacy between them that he had walked in on. Freya had tried to smile apologetically but no words were spoken between them before he left again, clearly upset from what he had seen. Jourdan had hurried to get dressed and followed after him leaving Freya alone in the studio, in just a pair of boxer briefs, a few paint stains, two cups of tea drawing on the counter and absolutely convinced that she had probably seen the both of them for the last time.<br/><br/>Then he stood up and held his arms out, offering them an embrace, or was it only offered to Jourdan perhaps. She was certainly the first to take him up on his offer and did so with ease and without much hesitation. Freya watched and somewhere deep inside she felt a sting of jealousy. Normally she wasn't the jealous type and she fully trusted her wife's fidelity except in this one particular case. Because she knew how close the two had been and that if it had not been for that afternoon all those years ago the two might be married with children by now. Because she knew that if there was one person in the entire world who could compete with with her for Jourdan's affections it was him. And because she knew that Jourdan once before had blurred the lines, even if it had to some extent been in an attempt to create a threeway relationship between them, a throuple.<br/><br/>The idea of a throuple as such was not one she was adverse to, as long as it didn't mean she had to be intimate with him, at least not beyond caresses and light kisses. There had been males in her life, in high school, but none of those boys had gotten to home base. She called it her experimental period. It was just that Jourdan had missed a few steps in her communication and Freya had been far too easily seduced. Yes it was Jourdan who had seduced her not the other way around as many, perhaps including him, might think. She had of course been attracted to Jourdan right from the moment she was her, standing at that very same table taking their order and more so a few moments later when she had leaned over to put down their plates and given them both a good view down her white waitress' blouse. Accidentally? Freya wasn't entirely sure it had been but it didn't matter. Morgen had made the first move and thus gotten the first date and as much as Freya wanted to get in on the action, as they had so often done before when hooking up with bisexual women, this time it seemed that Morgen was serious and so she had taken a step back.<br/><br/>It was that attraction that some months later had Freya offering Jourdan to shoot a portfolio and present it to her boss at the modelling agency where she worked part time as a photographer to help get her through college and it was through that portfolio Jourdan's modelling career had started, a career that had by now earned her the cover of most of the major fashion magazines and runway work in both Milan, Paris, New York and London. She had worked for most of the big fashion houses and even been offered minor roles in big movie productions. It was also that first photoshoot that had eventually led to Jourdan modelling for a dozen more photoshoots, of which some had been of the so called artistic variety, black and white studies of the naked female body, as well as the painting she had been working on when they crossed the line between very good friends to something more.<br/><br/>"Yea, good to see you though," Freya said and stepped closer to find out whether his offer of a hug included her as well.<br/>There was a moment of definite tension as Jourdan looked back and forth between the two big loves of her life. Was all forgiven, if not forgotten? Was there a possibility of them becoming friends again, even if perhaps not as close as they had once been. Unlike her wife though the thought of him being their baby daddy didn't cross Freya's mind, at least not at that time. She was just happy to see her good friend again, hoping that the past was water under the bridge, that time had healed his wounds.