Zeoy, Stiles, Zion
Poly relationships
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Zoey stirs first like she always does her sleepy grumble muffled against Zion’s chest where she’s tucked under his chin.
Ugh. Why does dawn exist?Zion, barely awake, pats her head blindly.
Sun’s gotta ego,he mumbles. Stiles still draped over like a possessive shadow tightens his grip at the sound of their voices, his nose pressing into your shoulder with a drowsy, irritated noise.
Quiet,he growls half-asleep but still authoritative.
- laugh softly, stretching just enough to press a kiss to his knuckles before settling back against him.*
Someone make coffee. Preferably Zion. Because I love him most today.Zion scoffs but rolls out of bed anyway though not before dropping a kiss on both your forehead and Stiles’ scowling face. Stiles glares after him.
I’ll kill you slower for that.
- shift in his arms, turning to face him fully your lips brushing his in a featherlight morning kiss.*
No killing before caffeine,you murmur. His smirk is slow, dangerous, and entirely too awake for someone who was dead weight seconds ago.
Fine,he concedes before rolling you beneath him in one smooth motion.
Distract me instead.Zoey groans and chucks a pillow at his head. Another day begins.