Rain
When Isaac was little his mother would always make him hot cocoa when it rained.
She would twirl his hair around her finger and kiss his forehead and whisper , "The rain is a beautiful thing Iz. It gives you a great excuse to warm up your loved ones and spend some quiet time together. What more could you need than the feeling of love around you?" He would smile at her and continue sipping his cocoa , sometimes catching the fond look his dad would direct at her from above his head where he was sitting with his older brother cuddled up to him.
After his mother died, the rain didn't hold love. It held pain and sadness. The hot cocoa didn't warm up his hands, it was just another painful reminder of the love that this house held but now had vanished. The rain meant digging up graves for punishment because his dad couldn't even stand to look at him anymore. It was watching raindrops slide down his window and wiping away the tears that slid down his cheeks.
But, his mates. They brought his love for the rain back.
He remembers the first time Allison kissed him in the rain. Smacking his butt afterwards and running towards and jumping on to Erica's retreating back and holding on to dear life as the werewolf ran. Seeing Derek roll his eyes fondly at them and then lacing his and Isaac's fingers together because he's not a sourwolf all the time. He remembers making back into the house tracking mud and then shaking his hair out in Erica's direction, only receiving a middle finger in the air and a bra landing on Derek's shoulder. He remembers not hating the rain as much that night.
He remembers the first time Lydia ran into his arms trying, and failing, to shield her hair away from the downpour that was quickly soaking through their clothes. He remembers holding on tight and running towards the pack house porch, laughing madly as one of Lydia's heels was slept behind. He remembers having to run back and fetch it as he heard Lydia's laughter, it warmed something in him even with the cold rain sliding down into his boxers.
He remembers the time he and Boyd were going for a run and on their way back it started to rain. Boyd shrugged his shoulders, gave him one of his beautiful and rare wide smiles and offered him a piggy back ride. He remembers chuckling and biting Boyd's ear as he hopped on. He also remembers the bites Boyd returned once they were back home, nice and warm.
He remembers the time Kira and Liam sat him down and forced him to watch Once Upon A Time. Handing him a mug of hot cocoa as a bribe. He remembers holding on to Liam a bit harder when he realized it was raining outside. He remembers kissing Kira on her temple as she gave him her mug of cocoa once she realized Liam had drained his and Isaac's cocoa.
He remembers watching Jackson and Stiles making out in the rain. Then grinning curiously as Jackson made his way over to him pecked him on the cheek and then proceeded to start slow dancing with him. He remembers hiding his huff of laughter in Jackson hair as he heard Jackson's fake irritated sigh as Stiles squeezed his way in between them. He remembers looking down at Stiles and blushing when both Jackson and Stiles where already smiling softly at him. He remembers how warm they made him feel with their combined touches that night.
His last specific memory is of him and Scott panting and coming off of their orgasm highs. He remembers breathing in deep and smelling rain combining with Scotts natural smell; syrup, Deaton's clinic, pizza and oil from messing around with his bike so much. He remembers thinking about bottling up that smell. He remembers the way Scott rested his head on Isaac's stomach, he remembers his hand automatically running through Scotts sexed mussed hair and listening to the sound of his mates messing about in the kitchen and the pitter patter of rain on the recently renovated roof of the pack house.
The rain doesn't hold the same memories for him like they used to, but thanks to his pack, his mates, it holds a more special and beautiful meaning for him.
His mom was right. There is nothing better.