Kiddie AU

[sliceitwithwind]

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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[mitochondriaaya]

Aya obediently lifted a foot after bouncing a bit, then snuggled against Braig's side and dragged blankets around for a nice nest. "I can take off my own shoes you know..." Naturally this was said with amused interest. "I'm not as far gone as Braig."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Of course." Dilan agreed, pulling her shoes off and then turning to do Braig's, "Out of your jeans, Aya. You too, Braig. Jeans suck to sleep in." Okay, Dilan just hated jeans in general. He admits that! They still suck to sleep in. "Aya, want one of my shirts? I can grab sweats out of our room for Braig and myself."

[mitochondriaaya]

He had an Irrational prejudice against jeans. She adored them! Far more comfy than slacks that she wore to work! And as long as she focused on that she didn't blush too badly as she wiggled out of her jeans. Sure, they'd seen her naked but...she'd only been maybe dating Braig too for an hour or so? "Yes! Please." Quickly. It would be longer than her current T-shirt.

Meep.

[sliceitwithwind]

Braig had his eye closed, politely, muttering something indistinctly regarding privacy. Dilan tossed his shirt at her (he had a clean one on, he'd changed from his work-shirt in the car on the way here) and headed out after sweats.

[mitochondriaaya]

She appreciated that! And he got a kiss on the nose when it was safe! Safe-ish. Mmm, Dilan shirt still smelled like him, even if it was clean. Granted, a big portion of Dilan's scent was...clean. Soap. Things. "Braig...how did you not jump Dilan while you were dating other people?" Really?

[sliceitwithwind]

His eye cracked open at her question and he said, simply, "Loads of self-control and cold showers. Painfully cold showers."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Gah," She was stroking fingers over his cheek in sympathy. "Just...gah." She had some sympathy. Not enough to not strangle him later but some!

"And Dilan's coming back. Up for pants dear, that way I can steal the blankets properly."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Ungh." Braig whined, and then stood up to collect his trousers when Dilan came back in. Dilan was already changed into sweats, and he slid in beside Aya while Braig was getting his on.

Not that they were likely to stay in that configuration. Braig always managed to wiggle into the middle.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Baby." She snorted and stole blankets, just as promised, though the exercise was abandoned in favor of leaning up on an elbow to kiss Dilan. She hadn't kissed him properly tonight and she rather enjoyed doing so!

And yes, Braig would end up in the middle. It was what he did, heat leech that he was. Aya would end up with at least one arm tangled through both sets of hair and...yeah. Normal night for them.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan leaned down to meet Aya for the kiss, with just as much enthusiasm and loving passion as always. He thinks that they've got a really good shot at making this work.

Dilan would totally end up with an arm tossed all the way across both of their waists. Benefit of having the long arms.

[mitochondriaaya]

Well, Aya was a little more than half convinced? She'd work on that, if the boys ever left her with the brains to think again...not that she'd blame them if they didn't really. A happy fugue state could be fun too. "Love you. Love you both." That said, well, time to try to sleep. The alcohol would probably help with that.