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“You’re up early.”
The soft voice surprises him, and Stiles jumps slightly before looking at Braeden. “You need a bell, too,” he mutters, shaking his head as she flat out laughs at him. “So rude.”
“We obviously need to spend more time working with you on your awareness,” she says, walking over to where he’s sitting by the window. Her feet are bare, her hair is messy, and she’s wearing his flannel shirt with only the middle two buttons fastened.
“I like you in my shirt,” he says, momentarily distracted as he sees a flash of skin when she moves.
“I like how much you like me in your shirt,” she admits, reaching his side and leaning in for a morning kiss. She nuzzles his ear and whispers, “I’m also not wearing any panties.”
“I noticed,” he murmurs, his hand sliding down her back. “You’re so damn sexy, Brae.”
“You’re more observant about my clothing, or lack thereof, than you are about someone entering the room,” she points out, giving him a look. “I wasn’t super quiet coming in here, Stiles. What was so fascinating that I got the drop on you?”
“It’s stupid,” he says honestly. “It’s just been snowing all night, and the trees are covered in it. I’ve never seen so much snow before, and it’s really pretty in the moonlight.”
“Stop interrogating our boyfriend,” Derek grumbles as he enters the room. He’s only wearing his underwear, and he’s yawning with every step. “It’s good that he trusts us enough to focus on something enjoyable without worrying about being attacked for once.”
“I never said it wasn’t good,” Braeden points out. She crawls onto Stiles’ lap, sitting across it and leaning against his shoulder. “Sorry we woke you.”
“The bed got cold,” Derek says, shrugging as he yawns again. “It was too empty, and I couldn’t go back to sleep despite the fact it’s—wait, is it really only six in the morning?” He looks more alert as he stares at Stiles. “Did you have a nightmare, babe?”
“No, I’m fine, Der” Stiles says, kissing Braeden’s bare shoulder. “Nightmare free for another day. I just woke up needing to piss, and I saw it was still snowing, so I decided to check out the view. It was so pretty with the moon out that I could just imagine how it’ll look when the sun starts to rise so I decided to stay up.”
Derek arches a brow and looks at him steadily before nodding, accepting that he isn’t lying about not having nightmares.
A guy tells a few white lies about sleeping well when they first start traveling together, and he’s still having to pass a test about honesty two years later. Not that Stiles doesn’t understand that it comes from a place of concern and love, but he’s doing a lot better about being completely honest instead of using his words to ride the line of honesty.
“When’s the last time we saw the sunrise together?” Braeden asks, shifting her legs so Derek can slide onto the couch beside them. Once he’s sitting down, she puts her legs over his lap.
“All three of us?” Stiles asks. “Because that’s a different answer than the last time you and I saw one since Derek prefers to sleep in.”
“Derek needs more than a couple of hours of sleep to be functional,” Derek says dryly. “And I think it was probably the stake-out we did for the vampire coven in West Virginia a few months ago.”
“Oh, that’s right.” Braeden raises her head off his shoulder and smiles. “A dozen vampires turning to ash was certainly memorable.”
“Not very romantic, though,” Stiles points out, lazily moving his hand up and down her inner thigh. “The poof of gray dust really interfered with the brilliant colors in the sky.”
“I don’t know. We had some pretty great post-kill ‘we survived’ sex after that,” Braeden says fondly. “That’s pretty romantic.”
“Your ideas of romance and mine will always differ, babe,” Stiles tells her solemnly. “Dead vampires and sex just isn’t something they make Hallmark cards about.”
She kisses his nose and winks. “Maybe they should for those people like me who aren’t into all that romantic shit.”
“If we’re talking the last sunrise that wasn’t related to work,” Derek interrupts like the best boyfriend who has had to listen to Braeden and Stiles debate traditional romance versus modern romance versus no romance far more times than anyone probably should ever have to hear, “it was probably in the spring when we rented that cottage on the coast of Maine for a few weeks of downtime.”
“That was fun,” Stiles says, sharing a smile with Derek. “Off-season with no neighbors for miles, and the ocean to ourselves. Too cold for me and Brae to swim, but we enjoyed watching you.”
“Boy, did we,” Braeden agrees with an exaggerated eyebrow wiggle and leer. “Clothing optional downtime is always fun.”
“I’m glad I found a cabin for rent that has excellent heating then,” Derek says, leaning over to kiss her. “I’d hate for our downtime to not be any fun.”
“Dude, it’s Colorado and the mountains during winter. Even if we never leave the cabin, it’s going to be great,” Stiles says. He’s enjoying the time to rest after a couple of months of non-stop travel and jobs needing their special brand of expertise.
“Which we might end up doing because that lady at the grocery store in town probably banned us after she saw me kissing Derek and then him kissing you,” Braeden points out. “If she’d had pearls on, she’d have been clutching them.”
Stiles grins. “That just means that you and I will have to make a grocery run if needed so we can let her see us kiss.”
“People need to mind their own business,” Derek says, rubbing his beard along Stiles’ jaw. “It’s pretty sad when some of our more traditional supernatural clients are more accepting of our relationship than so-called liberal humans are.”
“Good thing we don’t give a fuck who accepts us,” Braeden reminds Derek, leaning over to kiss the other side of Stiles’ jaw. Her hair is tickling his nose but it’s difficult to care when he’s got two incredibly hot and sex people nuzzling his face.
“If you keep doing that, we’re going to miss the sunrise,” he points out, turning his head slightly to catch Derek’s lips with his own. Braeden is sucking on his neck, her hands stroking his chest while he and Derek kiss.
“There’ll be another one tomorrow, Stiles,” she says in that sexy voice that is impossible to resist. He groans into Derek’s mouth when he feels another hand join Braeden’s on his chest.
“You’re both evil temptresses,” he accuses, his own voice low and a bit rough as Derek chuckles at him. “How am I supposed to resist either of you?”
“Don’t you remember? You’re not,” Derek says, before gently turning his head towards Braeden. She accepts the offering, kissing Stiles while Derek starts sucking marks on his neck while their hands soon make him forget all about his plans to watch the sunrise over the snow covered trees.