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multiamory may 2/? -> isaac/lydia/stiles
multiamory may 1/?
Derekās jacket is hot when Allison throws her arms around him. Not body warm, welcoming, but scorching from soaking up sun. She presses her palms into the heat anyway and closes her eyes, searing in the feeling of homecoming.
āShe still wonāt let you drive, huh?ā Braeden is peeling herself out of all of her bike gear in the doorway. Gloves first like always, freeing up her fingers for the rest of the job. Theyāre the deerskin pair that Allison bought her on Valentineās Day. It had almost been a joke, then. Now she can see the way they hold the shape of Braedenās hands even after she slides them off, perfectly molded.
Derek huffs against her ear. āTried once. Too much going on. Noise. Wind. The vibrations.ā
āMe yelling that heās going to get both of our asses killed,ā Braeden adds, grinning as she comes up behind him. Her hands rest over Allisonās a little longer than necessary before she curls them under Derekās collar, helping him out of the summer riding jacket. āDressing to absorb all the light in the known universe couldnāt have helped, either.ā
Allison doesnāt point out that Braedenās more often in head to toe black than not. She does let her hands slip down and under the hem of her boyfriendās shirt, only now starting to dampen with sweat without the help of the warm wind. āSounds like both of you could use a cold shower.ā Derek shivers, either from the touch or the thought. Braedenās gaze meets hers over his shoulder.
āMaybe not too cold.ā