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I have a sneaking suspicion this is just so you have an excuse to make me things that have 'Property of Red' on them. I'm surprised a pair of boxers hasn't found a home in my room yet.
[He was teasing, but it was half-truth and he so didn't have a problem with it. He turned and dropped a light kiss on the top of her head, smirking. Guess who pretty much had decided who his future wife was going to be?]
[He was teasing, but it was half-truth and he so didn't have a problem with it. He turned and dropped a light kiss on the top of her head, smirking. Guess who pretty much had decided who his future wife was going to be?]
Like you need my name across your boxers to remind you that I own your butt. [ yep just making herself laugh, and her face scrunches up with that kiss on the head, like that could make her look less guilty. ]
I wouldn't put my name all over everything. Though now I kind of want to draw some sleepshorts to go with my new shirt. Unless you expect me to wear that shirt out about about, even if it lets everybody know your super-secret nickname.
I wouldn't put my name all over everything. Though now I kind of want to draw some sleepshorts to go with my new shirt. Unless you expect me to wear that shirt out about about, even if it lets everybody know your super-secret nickname.
Maybe not to remind me, but if anyone happened to see me in said boxers...
[Not that there was even a remote possibility of that happening.]
You could. Or you could make a new one that just said Stiles owns this so keep your hands off. You know... if you felt like it.
[Not that there was even a remote possibility of that happening.]
You could. Or you could make a new one that just said Stiles owns this so keep your hands off. You know... if you felt like it.
That wouldn't count, because it wasn't a gift like the original shirt is. Which I really like, by the way. Though I like to think people know better than to touch without asking me first anyway. [ snerk ] But I see your point.
[ her fingers splay out wide before curling up with Stiles' again, her thumb tapping out an absent patten on the back of his hand. ]
So, is this- [ weh labels. weh thinking. weh tempting fate. ] -me and you, are we an us now? Like, an implied, off-the-market situation? "Dating" is a stupid word. So are boyfriend and girlfriend. [ and Rachel's nervous? Rachel's nervous. ] But I wouldn't mind being your girl. If you're cool with that.
[ her fingers splay out wide before curling up with Stiles' again, her thumb tapping out an absent patten on the back of his hand. ]
So, is this- [ weh labels. weh thinking. weh tempting fate. ] -me and you, are we an us now? Like, an implied, off-the-market situation? "Dating" is a stupid word. So are boyfriend and girlfriend. [ and Rachel's nervous? Rachel's nervous. ] But I wouldn't mind being your girl. If you're cool with that.
I could try to go get another one made, just for you. Maybe one that's a little more explicit.
[He was grinning as their hands sort of tangled together, feeling like this was the most surreal thing that had ever happened to him. Sure, he'd died a few times and had a werewolf as a best friend, but come on. A hot redhead that was into him who gave him a dragon as a present? Too cool.]
My girl.
[Yeah, yeah he liked the sound of that. His arm tightened around her and he probably looked like he was high with how goofy his grin was.]
I can safely say I'm off the market and yeah, I'd really like if it was more than implied. Definitely an us thing. I am incredibly cool with that.
[He was grinning as their hands sort of tangled together, feeling like this was the most surreal thing that had ever happened to him. Sure, he'd died a few times and had a werewolf as a best friend, but come on. A hot redhead that was into him who gave him a dragon as a present? Too cool.]
My girl.
[Yeah, yeah he liked the sound of that. His arm tightened around her and he probably looked like he was high with how goofy his grin was.]
I can safely say I'm off the market and yeah, I'd really like if it was more than implied. Definitely an us thing. I am incredibly cool with that.
Which makes you my guy. Yeah.
[ she's still trying to convince herself that she hasn't cursed Stiles to some kind of fiery death for asking him out, or having this kind of interest in him at all. no dating, no boys. or no powers. but her powers are already gone, so really that just leaves the question of is Stiles safe. then again, she's pretty sure there would have been some serious warning signs by now if she was doing something wrong.
so they're fine. really, really fine.
totally.
gods, she wishes Annabeth was here. she would know exactly how fine or not fine they really were. hn. ]
I wish Hale would wake up. I would like more playtime with him, and more kisses from you.
[ she's still trying to convince herself that she hasn't cursed Stiles to some kind of fiery death for asking him out, or having this kind of interest in him at all. no dating, no boys. or no powers. but her powers are already gone, so really that just leaves the question of is Stiles safe. then again, she's pretty sure there would have been some serious warning signs by now if she was doing something wrong.
so they're fine. really, really fine.
totally.
gods, she wishes Annabeth was here. she would know exactly how fine or not fine they really were. hn. ]
I wish Hale would wake up. I would like more playtime with him, and more kisses from you.
[He grinned at that, the hand around her side tugging her a little closer.]
You're the one who made him so sleepy. Guess being created takes a lot out of you. How about you? Are you tired? You do get drained if you use it too much, you know. Was a dragon too much? Do you need to lie down?
You're the one who made him so sleepy. Guess being created takes a lot out of you. How about you? Are you tired? You do get drained if you use it too much, you know. Was a dragon too much? Do you need to lie down?
I am feeling appropriately comfortable, thanks.
[ yeah, she's tired. which is why she's being so damn pliant in all this tugging closer and leaning on him stuff. ]
You make it sound as if I've never brought a mythical, fire-breathing creature to life before. Pah. Childs' play.
[ yeah, she's tired. which is why she's being so damn pliant in all this tugging closer and leaning on him stuff. ]
You make it sound as if I've never brought a mythical, fire-breathing creature to life before. Pah. Childs' play.
Let's give it a year. If you manage to train Hale not to eat anybody for a whole year, then I'll give you an army.
[ suuuuuuuure... also, Rachel's kind of nuzzling her face against his shoulder, trying really hard to be aware of if her curls are tickling his face, or the dragon. although she's not sure if dragons really are ticklish. hm. food for thought. ]
[ suuuuuuuure... also, Rachel's kind of nuzzling her face against his shoulder, trying really hard to be aware of if her curls are tickling his face, or the dragon. although she's not sure if dragons really are ticklish. hm. food for thought. ]
Bedtime for meee.
[ okay she usually calls him to say goodnight ( usually as in sometimes, when she hasn't spent the whole day at work with him or whatever. she's not that clingy. ..yet. ) but this time she sends a text, and attached is a picture of her wearing the shirt he gave her for Christmas, and a pair of small black silky boxers with small S.S. embroidered on the left leg. it's a pretty standard bedroom mirror picture, bright smiles, with her fingers tucked under his initials and pulling the fabric flat to make sure they showed up on camera ok.
then! a second picture comes through, and it's of a black pair of actual boy-boxers on her bed, longer than hers, with R.E.D. in the same spot.]
Remind me to give you those next time you come over, okay? And promise me the fact that we joked about this and I made it a reality doesn't mean we've reached Crazy People Who Are Together Status or anything already.
[ it's not quite PROPERTY OF written across the butt, but the message is the same. ]
G'night!
[ nope she's not expecting him to just say g'night and leave it at that, but she'll pretend ]
[ okay she usually calls him to say goodnight ( usually as in sometimes, when she hasn't spent the whole day at work with him or whatever. she's not that clingy. ..yet. ) but this time she sends a text, and attached is a picture of her wearing the shirt he gave her for Christmas, and a pair of small black silky boxers with small S.S. embroidered on the left leg. it's a pretty standard bedroom mirror picture, bright smiles, with her fingers tucked under his initials and pulling the fabric flat to make sure they showed up on camera ok.
then! a second picture comes through, and it's of a black pair of actual boy-boxers on her bed, longer than hers, with R.E.D. in the same spot.]
Remind me to give you those next time you come over, okay? And promise me the fact that we joked about this and I made it a reality doesn't mean we've reached Crazy People Who Are Together Status or anything already.
[ it's not quite PROPERTY OF written across the butt, but the message is the same. ]
G'night!
[ nope she's not expecting him to just say g'night and leave it at that, but she'll pretend ]
Edited 2013-12-28 06:49 (UTC)
[The text came in while he was lying in bed, in that sleepy not quite sleeping state, but close to it. He fumbled for the button on his bracelet, hitting it and blinking at the picture.
Then he sat up. Was she... did she actually... She was wearing it. And she'd made boxers that were actually way too sexy to be called boxers with... yes. Yes. Those were his initials on them. Yes. Oh my god, yes.
He blinked and rubbed at his eyes, about to text her back when he got the second picture. Black boxers that matched hers. Yes, they matched. With her initials. Sort of. Red was her, okay? That worked. Oh my god, they had matching underwear.
He loved it. And he grinned wider when he got her message, looking kind of like a moron with this smile splitting his face as he texted her back.]
You're going to have to make me more of those so if I ever get in an accident and someone checks my underwear, they know who I belong to.
Saving that first picture, btw.
Then he sat up. Was she... did she actually... She was wearing it. And she'd made boxers that were actually way too sexy to be called boxers with... yes. Yes. Those were his initials on them. Yes. Oh my god, yes.
He blinked and rubbed at his eyes, about to text her back when he got the second picture. Black boxers that matched hers. Yes, they matched. With her initials. Sort of. Red was her, okay? That worked. Oh my god, they had matching underwear.
He loved it. And he grinned wider when he got her message, looking kind of like a moron with this smile splitting his face as he texted her back.]
You're going to have to make me more of those so if I ever get in an accident and someone checks my underwear, they know who I belong to.
Saving that first picture, btw.
OH, no don't joke about that, that's the last thing you need. No accidents. Of any kind. I'm pretty sure you only need one pair of boxers with my initials on them, thank you. It makes them more special if they're one-of-a-kind.
Though the idea of someone returning you to me like a lost puppy is really cute.
And um, sure, save away. Savey Jones. :P
Though the idea of someone returning you to me like a lost puppy is really cute.
And um, sure, save away. Savey Jones. :P
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