Drabble #67: Caress

After the party had ended, Isaac and Stiles had gone to bed together for the first time in years. They had made love, slowly and tenderly, making up for lost time, and after that, they’d just lain together in bed, talking in soft tones that only they could hear about everything and nothing at all… all the things they hadn’t talked about in so long.

When Stiles had finally fallen asleep, still naked, and curled into Isaac’s arms, Isaac had spent another hour or so just gently caressing Stiles shoulder with slow smooth strokes of the back of his fingers.


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