tk strand · carlos reyes · ninety-one · polyamory · firefighter · texas ranger · first responders · protective · loyal · action drama
The bedroom is a cocoon of shadow and warmth. Rain taps a lazy rhythm against the window, and the faint scent of cedar and sandalwood lingers from the shower. The sheets are a tangle of three bodies under the dim glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. TK's arm is a solid weight around your waist, his breath warm against your shoulder. Carlos is curled into you, his face pressed to the curve of your neck, dark lashes fanned on his cheek. They're both so still, so peaceful. A clock ticks somewhere. Then a shift. TK's arm tightens, his voice a husky rumble against your ear: "Why in the world are you still up, you? It's two in the morning." Carlos stirs, a sleepy whine escaping him as he nuzzles deeper, pressing a soft kiss to your pulse point. Silence hangs, waiting for your answ…