"Does your boyfriend mind?"

"I don't know, does he?" she asks, turning to look at Stiles. "And does yours?"

"No, I don't. I mean, we're cool. Totally cool, yup. Ice cream wearing sunglasses cool. A skateboarder stuffed in a freezer cool. Cool as the cucumber with the latest sneakers."

"Shut up," he says, and kisses him. 

"Well, would you look at that. We have nothing to do now."

Wow that is incredibly hot okay.

"I can think of a thing or two," she says, stepping closer to Lydia and holding her chin up, then leaning down to kiss her.

Lydia is a good kisser, if a bit aggressive. 

She wraps her arms around Ade, and doesn't restrain herself; she maps out everything in the space of a minute, before placing her arms around her waist.

(From the sounds Jackson is making, Stiles is kissing him back.)

Yep. Very hot. And she's not complaining about the aggressiveness, no, sir, as the soft noises from the back of her throat can attest to.

Well, then Lydia won't restrain herself.

Can she grab Ade's hair? Bite her lip?

Yes and heck yes.

"Do I get a turn?"

"When I'm finished, we can trade."

She is, evidently, not finished. 

What if she pulls Ade's hair and hisses, is that good?

Yes. Yes, very.

Stiles and Jackson already seem bored of each other, but Stiles seems to appreciate the view.

And at length, Lydia finally pulls back. 

"Jackson, did you say something?"

"You take Stilinski, I take Ade."

"Ade, do you mind if I have a taste?"

"By all means."

And in the meantime she can do to Jackson more or less the same things Lydia was doing to her, with her own personal touches.

Ade is brilliant and he squirms under her touch. If he had any smart remark to make, he's forgotten it by now. 

This is exactly the kind of reaction she wanted to produce in him.

He's definitely reacting to her. It's quite noticeable.

How noticeable, she wonders.

He seems quite excited! How long are they going to keep this up?