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BABY, IT’S COLD OUTSIDE (Christmas special)

(Julien Baker x Lucy Dacus x reader)

TW: polyamory, (brief) smut with plot

SUMMARY: what happens when you get snowed in with a couple?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I can make a part two if anyone wants it :)

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“Dammit…” You grumbled when you turned the outside light on. All you could see through the small windows in the door was white. Snow filled the air, and covered everything in sight.

There was no way you were making it to the airport. There was no way your flight was happening.

“Wow…looks like we’re not going anywhere.” Lucy said from beside you. “Where’s Julien?”

You and your two friends, Julien and Lucy, who were also a couple, had crashed in some tiny Airbnb. Weeks before, you and Julien were talking on the phone. Christmas was brought up, and you discovered you had flights on the same day. Julien was tagging along with Lucy, who was going home for the holidays, just like you. You all agreed to carpool to the airport. It would be nice to see them.

The day came, and they picked you up. They would’ve taken turns driving, if the ride hadn’t been cut short. A snowstorm was brewing, which made you all nervous on the road. You were too far from home, yet not close enough to the airport. After a bit of contemplation, stopping at an Airbnb for the night seemed best.

So you ended up huddled on a couch with Lucy, both of you wondering where Julien had gone, and praying that the heat would defrost the house.

Suddenly, the front door opened, and Julien appeared, wearing only a coat, a beanie, and jeans. She had an armful of firewood.

“Julien! It’s, like, four degrees out!” Lucy exclaimed.

“It doesn’t feel that cold.” Julien shrugged, which made her shiver. Her nose and cheeks were red from the frigid temperature. It was kind of adorable.

She quickly piled the wood in the fire place, then added some sort of paper, and took out a lighter. The wood lit surprisingly fast, and, just like that, you had a fire.

“Come here, before you freeze.” Lucy said, waving her over.

Julien slipped her boots and jacket off, and discarded them by the door. She plopped down on the couch, next to Lucy, who put some of the blanket you two were sharing over Julien.

“If you get a cold, I’m going to be pissed.” Lucy told her.

“I’ll be fine, Luce,” Julien sighed. “I have a great immune system.”

“Um, did you forget about the Webster Hall incident?”

“We don’t have to talk about that.”

You smiled, watching them bicker. You couldn’t deny that they were perfect for each other. It almost made you jealous. You didn’t have someone like that. You’d never connected with someone the way they had.

“You look cold.” Julien told you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“I’m good.” You answered. You were a bit chilly, though.

“You feel cold.” Lucy said after she held your hand to feel the temperature.

“We’ll keep ya warm.” Julien said.

She got up and moved over you and Lucy, so she could sit on your other side. Squished between them, it was warmer, and cozy.

“It’s probably that ratty shirt that made you so cold.” Julien teased you. “There are more holes on that thing than fabric.”

She wasn’t wrong. The shirt you were wearing was strictly for hanging around the house. There were many holes, since you’d had it for years. It was just so soft, you couldn’t bear to get rid of it.

That day, you had worn it under a hoodie, since you planned on going straight to bed once you arrived home. In the rental, you wanted to at least feel a bit more at ease.

“It’s comfortable!” You said.

“It won’t be comfortable when you lose an arm.” Lucy nudged you playfully.

Even being teased, you were happy to be included in their banter. Feeling both of them surround you had you warming up.

You’d never admit it to anyone, not even to yourself, but you did often wonder what a triad could be like. You always wondered after seeing Lucy and Julien. You blamed it on wanting a relationship, completely dismissing your underlying feelings.

There was a part of you that was definitely poly. You just didn’t expect that part to be so big.

Whenever those thoughts crossed your mind, you quickly shook yourself, and thought “I will not barge into someone’s relationship” repeatedly.

So…what if you were invited?

Julien turned on the old TV, and fiddled with the remote, trying to find something to watch. Waiting out the storm was all you could do. You’d probably fly out late the next day.

Once the TV was playing some Christmas movie, you started to relax. You focused on the movie, keeping any strange thoughts at bay.

The girls were unexpectedly struggling to do that. As you relaxed, you sunk into the couch, causing your head to very lightly lean on Julien’s shoulder. It was all she could focus on.

Lucy’s arm rested on the back of the couch, a classic move. You thought it was so she could have some contact with Julien. They were like that, always needing a little connection. In reality, Lucy hoped it’d keep you warm, and…maybe she wanted contact with both you and Julien.

The room was dim. It was slowly warming up. It felt intimate.

Lucy and Julien exchanged glances over your head. Old conversations came to their minds. Open relationship, non-monogamy…

“Hey…” Julien cleared her throat. “One of the last times we talked, you mentioned you were…seeing someone. How’s that going?”

Lucy gave her a look. Could have made that more discrete.

“Oh, yeah…” You said quietly. You tried to sound oblivious, and not flustered. “That didn’t really go anywhere. We had different…I don’t know, morals?”

“Hmm. Too bad.” Julien hummed.

Later, Lucy would definitely tease Julien about her choice of words.

“Damn morals.” Lucy added, making you laugh a little.

“Why do you ask?” You said.

You looked to Julien as you spoke, and found that she was already watching you. Immediately, you held eye contact. Your body felt as if it was on fire. The room was completely silent, besides the TV.

And suddenly…you were kissing. You didn’t even know who initiated it, but it was happening, and it was passionate.

The second the kiss was broken, Lucy’s hand was cupping your cheek, turning your face towards her, and then she was kissing you.

You barely had a moment to breathe, though you didn’t care. God…it was incredible.

The two of them continued to take turns kissing you. Eventually, they had to let you breathe, no matter how badly they just wanted to keep making out.

“You taste really fucking good, you know that?” Julien whispered, her voice raspy with desire.

You caught your breath, watching them, somewhat shocked. “We just…”

“Yeah,” Lucy said softly. “And I’m hoping you enjoyed it, because I did.”

“Me too.” Julien agreed.

“I…yes…same.” You said, still breathless. You were flustered, barely able to speak coherently.

“You’re blushing so much…” Lucy muttered, and touched your burning cheek.

That wasn’t the only thing burning. Under the blanket, you squeezed your legs together, trying to soothe the sensation there. They caught it, of course. Instead of pointing it out, they went back to kissing you. Before you knew it, Julien was (consensually) palming at you through your pants. You knew you were a goner.

That’s how you found yourself hooking up with the queer music industry’s best couple.

***

You had one leg tangled with Julien’s, the other being held up by Lucy, your foot on the coffee table. Under the blanket, you were spread wide, your head lolled onto Lucy’s shoulder now. Julien’s head was on your chest, her hand softly rubbing your lower stomach. Your underwear had just been slipped back on. Your shirt was never removed. Turns out, it offered easy access.

“It’s, like, one in the morning.” Julien whispered.

“We should probably get to sleep.” Lucy said quietly.

“I think I am asleep.” You mumbled.

They laughed softly. You were a bit out of it. Overwhelming pleasure could do that to a person.

To their dismay, they got up slowly, careful to not jostle you. You lied down, ready to sleep.

“What are you doing?” Lucy said, confused.

“Huh?” You looked up at her. She was extending a hand, as if to help you up.

“You really think you’re sleeping alone after that?” She said.

“Oh.” You whispered. “I can. It’s fine.”

Julien scoffed. “I was just knuckles deep-“

“No way.” Lucy told you. “Come on…it’ll get cold out here anyways.”

She pulled you up, and you slid your sweats back on.

“You steady?” She asked once you were standing.

“I’m good.” You smiled a little. You’d never been so thoroughly cared for.

They brought you to the only bedroom in the cabin. It was small and pretty empty. They’re suitcase (I like my suitcase) was already in there.They managed to pack all their stuff in one bag.

They got the bed ready, while you watched, your legs feeling weak.

“Are you sure it’s fine that I sleep in here?” You asked. “I don’t know if we’ll all fit.”

“We’ll make it work.” Julien shrugged.

“Julien doesn’t take up a lot of room.” Lucy smiled.

Julien glared at her, making her smile wider.

Once the bed was made, you all got in. Julien laid between you and Lucy. On the edge, you could easily slip out or adjust the blankets.

“See? It’s nice and warm here.” Julien said softly. “Can I…?”

Her arm was hovering over your waist, waiting for your permission. It was almost amusing that she hesitated with these small gestures, given what happened half an hour before.

You nodded, and she wrapped an arm around your waist. Above her head, Lucy rested her arm on the pillow, so she could stroke your hair.

“You don’t have to…do all this.” You whispered.

“Do all what?” Lucy asked, her chin on Julien’s shoulder.

“Like…” You sighed. “I don’t know. Take care of me and what not.”

“Why wouldn’t we?” Julien said, surprised. “We just did something intense with you, we want to make sure you’re alright.”

You always appreciated how kind they were. This was a whole new level. For a hookup, they were being incredibly loving? You were starting to wonder if it was simply a hookup.

You couldn’t wonder for long, though. You were starting to feel exhausted. Their soft touches were adding to your drowsiness.

“Thank you, guys…” You whispered.

“For what?” Lucy said.

“Being so…considerate.” You mumbled.

They both smiled at your half asleep state.

“Just go to sleep, okay?” Julien murmured.

You were asleep before you even heard the end of her sentence.

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