arrays | you wanna play catwoman, I'll be your batman

Stiles would be singing the praises of Lydia Martin until the day he died. He had long since accepted that as fact, and that wouldn't change just because he had a girlfriend, especially when Lydia was helping said girlfriend. He really wanted to ask exactly how she'd gotten a private beach, but then again - Lydia Martin. She threw the best parties in Beacon Hills, and had for years. Apparently she just had those kinds of connections, and Stiles was totally cool with taking advantage of them.

He had a T-shirt on over his swim shorts, a cooler full soda and other more interesting things under his arm. When he found a good spot, he set it down and stood there with a grin as Maya ran out to the water, as excited as he'd ever seen her. She probably didn't have the chance to go out like this since her siren powers kicked in, and that made him especially thankful that Lydia was part of the pack and couldn't rightly ignore him anymore, like she used to.

But hey, they all deserved a little break, didn't they? After everything that just went down, Stiles was more than happy to get away from Beacon Hills for a little while, even if the rest of them tagged along, too. The whole place was big enough for all of them to spread out and have fun on their own, but still be close enough, just in case. Not too shabby, if you asked him.

Maya ran over to the water's edge and stopped just before the waves could hit her feet. There was something she rarely did, she pushed her transformation to the surface herself. All the time she was forcing it back down, trying to keep herself from getting all fandancy when she didn't want to be. Cause someone would see. And in her apartment it was one of the few places quiet enough she wasn't all jittery she just let herself be calm and relaxed. But right now she let herself go, before the water would force that side of herself out anyway.

And it was amazing.

She'd already sunblocked, and she didn't want to think about feathery tanlines being an issue. Especially since she had a complexion that didn't really suit tanning in the first place. She'd end up having to deal with red peeling sunburns and molting, which was an awful thought. She shook that thought off as she dove into the water splashing and shrieking just a little at the sudden cold. Such a perfect place for everyone. Provided the wolves don't end up smelling like wet dog in the car, was that a thing?

"Please tell me you're not one of those people that swims with a shirt on?" Maya called back to Stiles after she'd gotten her childish flailing and jumping out of the way. She was far too pleased by this whole beach deal, fortunately she didn't really feel shame after her powers became a thing. Fear yes, shame no.

Stiles could probably count on one hand the number of times he's seen her in full-on siren mode. It was... weird, honestly, but what else was he expecting? He and the others were setting up the towels and umbrellas and coolers while Maya splashed around like a kid in a rain puddle, and the shriek made him laugh in amusement. This was definitely one of his better ideas, for sure. Even Lydia seemed to think so, as she settled herself in a beach chair to tan for a while.

"Hey, just because we're at the beach does not mean I want to look like a peeling tomato when we go back to school," he replied indignantly, pulling a bottle of sunscreen from one of the bags. "Lemme put on some sunscreen first, for crying out loud."

Unlike the wolves, her change was not actually defensive. She had no weapons, no claws or fangs, she was simply meant to look dangerous. Which didn't really work here, Maya couldn't intimidate any of these people unless she was naked and... later. "But how else will anyone know we were really at the beach without someone looking like a lobster?"

Maya wandered her way back up to the group. She tried to ignore anything she felt from anyone there. She is still tempted to lock various parties in rooms together to get it out of their systems. "I could help you with that, it'd speed things up right?" Maya your not interested and making things go faster and you know it.

If it were anyone else, he'd tell Maya to let Lydia be the sun's victim. She's the token red-head, after all, but Stiles has never tried to hide that he still has feelings for her, even if he's accepted that there's no chance anything could work out between them. Instead he simply rolls his eyes and grabs the bottle of sunscreen, stripping off his shirt and squeezing some out to put on.

"So let Scott be the lobster," he says as he starts rubbing the stuff in. "He can peel off all that nasty werewolf hair and everything. Here, make yourself useful." And he tosses the bottle over to Maya before continuing to work on his arms.

Maya was unaware of the deep personal sacrifice that Stiles had to make, between throwing the girl he loved or his best friend under the sunlight bus. Instead she was far more happy to help, it was a perfect blend of desires.

The sooner he had sunblocked up, sooner they could have fun.
She got to run her hands over him.

Really how was this a losing scenario!? Maya fumbled to catch the bottle before squirting some into her hands as she walked over to work on his back and shoulders. It should be noted that she's very thorough as she works her hands over his skin. Nobody can guess why. "Lobsterwolves would be a pretty terrifying thing to run into..." Yes, that's where her mind should be at the idea of Scott being a lobster.

It was a very difficult decision, but Scott's always sort of been his scapegoat for certain things, and Stiles knew his pale skin was extra sensitive to the sun. He didn't want to risk it, and not just for the pain - how impossible would it be to do things with Maya if he ended up being the one with tomato-red peeling skin?

And there were absolutely no ulterior motives in having Maya help him put on the sunscreen - none, and that included the mini-massage that came with rubbing it all in. He deliberately kept his focus on his arms instead, at least until all the others were far enough away that they could think about doing anything more.

"Just think how gross it would be," Stiles said with a dumb grin. Scott could probably hear everything they were saying right now, and he didn't really care. They were friends for a reason, and who knew if Scott could even get a sunburn in the first place? That was something they hadn't tested yet. "I feel bad for Kira. She's going to be the one putting aloe on his back, and you've seen how hairy those werewolves get. And yet, somehow, he still can't grow an actual beard. Go figure."

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