Redhawk Caldera aftermath

Grimm's actions over the next several moments were incredibly unexpected and mildly awkward, though Peregrine would be a big fat liar if he said he even tried to look away. Not that he could see anything. His brow furrowed as she hid behind her own outstretched leg, her back to him. He could hear, though. He bit his lower lip, wondering if this was crossing a line. Maybe he should ask her to stop—

She whirled around and Peregrine found himself chuckling at her comment, though the next moment, his features straightened and he gave her a pointed look. "No. Until those babies are born and at least weaned, neither one of us needs any distractions. And her bits belong to them right now, not you or me or even her, really." He realized how controlling that sounded only after saying it, though he didn't redact any of it. He was pretty sure Fox would agree, more or less. "After that, though, you two have at it," he added, to make sure Grimm knew he was otherwise supportive.

Now, of course, he was wondering if he could watch or maybe, maybe even participate. Peregrine was pretty sure Fox would never want him sticking it to another woman, though, and... honestly? He sort of liked having just her, even if a MFF (or FMF, ooh la la) threesome would be amazeballs. So, yeah... "Would you care if I watched?"