Re: Bathroom
Derek licked and sucked at the hollow of Stiles' throat. "It's fine," he murmured. There had to be lube or something else somewhere, right? They were in a bathroom.
He pulled back and started rummaging through the medicine cabinet mounted above the sink, frowning, because being werewolves, it wasn't as though they kept it stocked with medicine. They was a first aid kit, and he poked through it, finding nothing, and was on the verge of becoming discouraged, when his fingers closed around a small tube of lotion.
It smelled like strawberries, and was probably Laura's, but it would work in a pinch. Satisfied, he squirted some into his palm to let it warm up.
"Spread your legs," he ordered, keeping his voice soft, even though it wouldn't prevent the others from overhearing if they wanted.