oblivion

Yeah, so I really didn't  want to upload this sin on Christ's birthday, so here we are, on  Christmas Eve (Eve Eve). I would have preferred to upload on Sunday, but  I have a family gathering to go to and won't have the time.

I hope you're all ready for the overload of sexual tension between these two.

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They hadn't actually planned on going shopping together.

                It was December 15, exactly ten days before Christmas, and it didn't come as a shock that Skylar and Kaz were the only members of the Elite Force who hadn't finished gathering up gifts. Chase, ever the organized one, had went out as soon as Bree and Oliver suggested a Secret Santa, coming back four hours later with not only a gift for his giftee but also a long-ass list of what he wanted. "Options," he had claimed. "They're just options."

                Oliver, as Chase's Secret Santa, knew they weren't fucking options.

                Skylar didn't know whom anyone else had picked, but she knew she was lucky to have gotten Bree. Sure, Oliver or Kaz would have been simple enough, as she'd known them the longest, but she shared a room with Bree, and that had given her a front row seat to all her pampering needs. And, truly, she had meant to head out to Aerie before (because Bree had been complaining about needing a new bra), but with training, and kicking Kaz's ass in video games, and the comfort of the penthouse...she just never got around to it.

                Truthfully, she probably wouldn't have left to do it today either, had she not woken up to Mr. Davenport letting deliveryman after deliveryman into their home with an overload of gifts to hide for Tasha. Being as self-centered as he was, Bree was actually quite touched by how much he cared for her pseudo-mother and let the loud incident slide without any repercussion for once. (She did slip on a pair of noise cancelling headphones, though.) Skylar, however, didn't particularly care what the disturbance was for: if she didn't get out of the penthouse she'd lose her mind. It was nine a.m. on a Saturday, for God's sake.

                The mall she had went to was full of stores like Ulta, Sephora, Bath & Body Works, Love Sac, and, yes, Aerie. She had slipped in and out of the first three stores seamlessly, proud of herself for being able to veto undesirables so fast. She really had Bree's taste down (she hoped). After a brief break at a hot dog vendor waiting outside a chain of shops, she entered Love Sac where her solo-morning morphed into a duo-afternoon just as the clock struck noon.

                She had barely entered the cozy store before she recognized the dark, spiky hair resting comfortably on a sofa in the corner. Skylar grinned mischievously after correctly assuming his closed eyes meant he was asleep. Just like him to nap in public, she thought to herself, weaving between a few customers and mingling employees to approach his sleeping figure.

                Skylar almost snorted when she was close enough to make out his facial features. He was snoring. Oliver had complained about that once, and Bree had even teased Skylar about them sharing the habit, but she had never seen it for herself.

                The Calderan quietly set her few shopping bags onto the seat across from him before she slowly settled herself into the spot next to him. The body heat radiating from him drew her in, but she withheld the strong urge to curl up next to him like a cat and instead inched the bag that was pressed against him out of his grasp so she could move closer. Okay, so maybe she gave in a little bit, but there was no curling of any kind. Skylar pulled her hair to one side of her neck and kept it from tickling him awake prematurely, opting to place her mouth right next to his ear and whisper, "You should stop wearing Superman underwear."