sliceitwithwind | Kiddie AU

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Kiddie AU

Aya and Dilan had been dating for a bit over a month. During that time, Braig quietly put his affairs in order, so to speak.

Oh, not in the wills and death kind of way, but rather in the way that he broke up with the girlfriends as Dilan did (which raised no eyebrows, that was the way it had always been after all), and in the way that he started, and abandoned, a million different ways to approach the other two. Aya first, he knew that much. Dilan was, after all, polyamourous and more likely to follow the other two just because that was what he'd always done. Aya - Aya was monogamous and it could bring this whole house of cards tumbling down.

A house of cards that Braig had spent the majority of his life building, step by step and moment by moment. He'd known what he wanted since he was eleven years old, from the time that Aya shrieked Lions! in her little girl's voice, and Dilan paffed into the dust behind her.

It just took another twenty years for the two of them to start getting the idea...but...they might not want him.

Oh, Fire and Ice, they might not want him.

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"...My mom? Is awesome. D' you want me to come home? I can leave Pierce the credit cards."

"Your mom is terrifying upon occasion. And she wants grandbabies. Every words she says from now on really means that." Just so he knew. Just so he knew.

"I...don't know? I'm on the couch at Elsy's, should you do anything when you're trashed? What about landing in walls?!"

"(insert drunken technomagibabble here). I'll be home as soon as I've got Pierce pulled out of the pile of models."

"I'M GOOD! I'M GOOD!"

"I don't think he'd thank you for..." Yep, probably too late if Braig started moving the moment he started the technomagibabble. If she were a bright girl she'd have recorded the conversation with Braig so she'd have some idea what he was talking about later. He'd remember his NDA later after all.

"And I'll try Braig. I don't know if I'm going to freak out. And I still want to strangle you..." Because babbling at the phone was still better than waiting silently while Braig wiggled through super models.

"...Dude, that's your wallet." said the Pierce, and then...there was a flash of dark, and Braig was leaning against the wall of the kitchen in a weird little spot that was awkward for anyone to actually stand in, between the 'fridge and the pantry.

She clicked her phone shut since Braig's had probably come with him. She'd call Pierce later when he wasn't busy. Maybe. If she wasn't involved in a murder suicide before then!

Then she was...looking at Braig. She wasn't entirely certain she could stand up long enough to make it over to him...but she was making a good try at it anyway because she had to be sure he was alright! And, well, she'd figure out what to do if he was stuck in the wall in that corner...once she was sure he wasn't? IT MADE SENSE TO HER!

He shifted towards her when she came close and then pulled her tightly against his body.

Dilan kissed like a gentleman; leashed passion and tenderness and care. Braig? Kissed like a rake; unleashed, somewhat possessive, and needy. If Dilan were a camp fire, Braig was a forest fire. ...And he had twenty years of pent up passion just waiting for this.

"Are you o-" Yeah, that was as far as she got in her worried question before kiss. Kiss. No, scratch that, KISS. Dilan's kiss had convinced her it was really okay to try to date the man she'd called brother. Braig's kiss made her knees buckle and she wasn't exactly sure what that was suppose to convince her of but it wasn't a bad thing.

She'd never had her legs go out on her like that, and she'd have been embarrassed if she wasn't so utterly distracted. Rationally, she should be freaked out about the sudden boundary crossing. Luckily she wasn't operating on rationality right now and could give back a bit as long as he was willing to follow her down to the floor.

He was fine with that. He really was, keeping her close as they went down and just...making love to her with his kisses. His breath tasted of whiskey sours, his hands were clenched in her hair and her shirt, and he just...let her know. In ways that words couldn't come close.

"Aya..." it was just barely breathed against her lips.

Later she truly was going to try to strangle him. Later when she could think and flail again. For now, she just relaxed against him, boneless and feverish against him because she believed everything he told her. When he said her name he got a slow, accepting smile because she knew it would be alright. On a level below thought...it was going to be alright.

"..okay. Are you okay?" She finally finished her question, laughter bubbling around the words.

"I...am drunk." Braig informed her, "But good. So, so good. Thank you."

"So am I." To be fair. She was very drunk. Thankfully the handful of antihistamines was doing their job! "And...we're on the kitchen floor." And Berkowitz, if he could kiss Dilan like that...

...that might be hot.

"The kitchen floor at your parents."

"Uh huh. 'S Dilan coming here?" he asked, stroking her hair (just the same as always) and pressing feather light kisses along her jaw (that was new).

"Yes, he's coming here." She knew that much for sure! And, well, playing with his hair was nice and distracting and...it made a really good leash when she finally dragged herself to her feet and tugged him gently. "Couch. Our knees will thank us."**

"'Kay." he agreed, standing at her tug and heading for the couch without actually ceasing to touch her. It was desperate, but also...Braig.

Desperate Braig was heart breaking. Braig Braig was comforting. The combination of the two was keeping her waaaaaaay off balance. "Lay down dear, nap if you can." She didn't know how much he'd decided to drink and...she could handle his head in her lap and playing with his hair? "I'll wake you when Dilan gets here."

"...'kay." he agreed again, curling up on the couch with one arm behind her back and his head on her knee.

At least the snoring was identical.

Petting either of the boys, in her experience, was soothing. Tonight it was nearly hypnotic, playing her fingers through his hair, laying it over his ears, tucking it behind his ears, shifting just enough that the arm behind her back was comfortable and...

...yeah, she was losing track of time.

A couple of hours later Dilan came in, blinking at Braig on Aya's lap. There was a hint of a pause as he thought about things, then he slid onto the couch on Aya's other side and kissed her hello. "Hey, sweetheart."

She leaned up into the kiss, then oozed sideways enough to plaster herself against his side. Oozy puppy pile? "He kissed me when he came home. I kissed him back. I think things in my head are broken now." Confession was good for the soul.

"Broken good or broken bad?" Dilan asked, stroking her side and nuzzling her.

"Don't know, the pieces haven't shaken out yet." She nipped his chin, not sure if she was trying to reassure him or herself. "If I'm not thinking it's okay. If you're both here it's okay."

"I love you, Aya." Dilan said seriously, "We'll figure this out." there was a pause, and he admitted, "I bet it was hot. You two kissing."

She untangled one hand from Braig's hair to reach up and wrap it in Dilan's. "We will. And I love hearing that from you." She truly did. It always helped no matter what was going on. "And...yeah. Elements Dilan, how did any woman ever resist you two when you kiss the way you do?"

Dilan smiled, a slow and sexy kind of smile, "Well, not many did? We did tend to choose for what we wanted, though, and attracted to us was pretty much a necessity."

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