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[Why can't he wipe that stupid smile off his face? Oh, right, because she was being all cute and adorable and sexy and, yup, still naked. His hand smoothed down her back and rested on her butt, mostly because he could rest his hand on her butt. It was his butt now. Property of one Stiles Stilinski. It was a good thing it was a great butt. No trade ins.]

I think you're on what the layman calls an orgasmic high.

No?

[ wait, yes she is. and she knows it. that wasn't what she meant. her nose nudges his as she scrunches hers up, because thinking is hard and requires silly facial expressions ]

Nh, so? You're still hot. And I'm still obsessed with you. [ obsessed, there goes her nose again, scrunching before she laughs ] Maybe I feel this way all the time, I'm just incapable of playing it cool like I can any other time because you're naked in my bed and that makes me feel a little crazy? [ her brows lift, like she's said some remarkably intelligent thing, then- ] How about that.

[He's laughing again before he leans in to kiss her, something slow and sweet and again, just because he can. He has no idea how long they have here, whether or not either of them is going to pop off home again and there's that sick feeling in his stomach at the thought of her going grey for any reason or just not being there one day, so he's trying to lose himself in what he has now. To drown in Rachel on the chance that happens, he has something he can remember.

Not that he's going to come out and say that.]

I love you.

[But he can say that. All the time.]

[ it's a good kiss, a good grounding kiss, at least, tugs her out of the completely silly rambling for a moment. her hand moves to rest on his neck, thumb brushing at his jaw. she's not thinking about the same things he is right now, it's just not possible. she's not even worried about her oath, somehow, what this might mean for her when she goes home. nothing, most likely, she's convinced herself of that. but this feels worth it, right now, even if this does follow her home somehow, there's nothing, and noone, more worth it. so all she's thinking about is how good she feels, how much she cares about the boy in her bed. her eyes are still shut even as she grins, gives him the chance to talk, and time to reply- ]

Oh, do you. [ well, so much for not being silly anymore. her voice is quiet, but playful ]

Yes [A kiss to that scrunched up nose], I do. Very much. I love you enough that I kind of want this stupid war to drag on for a bit so I can have as much time as possible with you. I don't want to leave and I don't want you to leave.

[DON'T LEAVE ME was the big sort of flashing sign in there.]

[ ... oh. she wasn't thinking about that before, but. now she is. so it sobers her a bit, makes her bite the corner of her lip a furrow her brow a tiny bit ]

I'm not going anywhere. Even once the war is over- we'll figure it out, right? [ ohh, wow, now that she's saying that out loud she realizes how improbable that is. the gods won't let them just hang out here, she's sure, they might get sent home pretty much immediately. ] I'm not letting you go.

[His arms tightened around her, like he could somehow keep her with him just by that alone.]

They'll have to pry you from me.

[Which he was not picturing in his head and just made him hate the gods that much more.]

[ some part of her knows they're being insane. it's just this little voice that wants to tell her to reel it in before she ends up getting hurt, before they get too carried away, but it's completely drowned out by how much she wants this, wants this chance to spend time like this with him. so there's heavy words, a heavy bolt in her chest that won't let up, but she welcomes it because she knows she's not going to feel like this again, not about anybody else. she huffs, like she wants to be saying something, but instead she ends up pressing in for a kiss, something to anchor her from feeling like she's going to get swept away in the negative, the parts about the future she can't bring herself to think about just yet. her hand slides from the side of his neck to the back to pull him in and keep him there. ]

[He's more than happy to be kept, there or anywhere. As long as it's by her, of course. But he kisses her back, one hand lost in her hair as he tangles his legs up with her. He's murmuring things into the kiss, trying to let her know how much she means to him, that he can't think of anyone else, that he doesn't want to be without her in any universe... stupid little things that his heart wants and his mind knows is impossible.]

[ she tries to shush him once, just one time, because she's pretty sure her heart can't handle many more feelings right now, but it's a tiny effort, one that's abandoned after the first try. it's more fun to just keep kissing him, let what he's saying fill up her chest with happy things instead of focusing on what they can't control. she only manages to reply with little hums, sounds that are swallowed up in their kiss but there just the same. and she's all movement too, more than she should at least, fingers brushing along his neck and her legs sliding against his. just because she can. ]

I am so mad at the world-s for separating us. [ she's sort of panting against his mouth, woops, but that's what happens when she doesn't want to pull away but needs to take a breath from kissing. well, sort of. her tongue flicks out just to lick his bottom lip, then she grins ] On the one hand, fate gave me you, but on the other hand, it also made me wait this long for you, so I'm not entirely pleased. No, sir. [ one day she'll learn how to stop rambling when her emotions are high. one day. ]

If your fate can find a way for us to stay together, maybe I'll look into giving it a shot in the belief factor.

[He was sliding a leg between hers, hand moving down to grab her thigh and pull it up, like he wanted to try to get as close to her as possible -- even though they were pretty much as close as two people could get without there being some extra... things going on.]

That's pretty much the opposite of how fate works, ya mook.

[ but she lets him pull her closer, letting her leg hook over his hip, body curling a bit in towards his. aha that thigh between her legs is awfully close to somewhere that's probably still pretty sensitive, but that's so fine, it's 500% okay by her. but the whole change in position is much -sexier now, it's less snuggly, at least. ]

Fate doesn't figure anything out, fate just is. It's up to us to figure it out. If we were back in my world, you'd believe.

Maybe. Maybe not.

[His hand slides down her thigh, then back up it, cupping her ass and giving it a squeeze before he slid his hand back down.]

There's too much that happens for me to just blindly believe in something controlling everything. Too many accidents, too much bad stuff for me to think that someone wants those things to happen.

[His nose nudged hers, pushing at her to lift her face so he could steal another kiss. And then another.]

This one thing? This is a happy accident.

Mm, but it's not like that, it's- Fate is a milestone, it's a fixed point in time. How we get there is up to us, there's nothing controlling that.

[ it's kind of hard to talk about semi-serious stuff when he keeps squeezing her butt ( and she fully allows it ), but she's trying. she likes talking about this, clearly. though she's still eager for each of his kisses, returning them happily. but his last comment makes her shake her head, a little bit, noses nudging ]

Us? Oh no, we're definitely not an accident. An Oracle shows up in a city that strips her of her powers, and thus, her responsibilities, and is quickly introduced to a cute, funny, single guy who understands her right form the start, and makes it impossible for her to stop thinking about him? That right there is fate, my love.

[Yeah, that has him laughing.]

You realize this city is full of single guys, right? And I'll bet there's a bunch who look better without their shirt on than I do. And you, Miss Dare, are not exactly someone that someone else needs a degree in rocket science to figure out. You're just... you.

[His hand is sliding back up to that butt that he can't stop groping, thigh pressing upward a little more because all of this touching was making that part that hadn't quite gone down become suddenly revitalized.]

You have catastrophically missed my point.

[ and she's just pulling in a quick breath as his thigh parts hers a bit more than she can, uh, hide behind, toes curling a bit at the promise of contact. oh, but she's not ready to give up her brain yet!! ]

One, you look great without your shirt on. Two, you get me in a way that a lot of people just wouldn't, right from the start. We have a lot in common, and they're just- relatable things. And it was easy to talk about that stuff like, right away. The crazy makings of our lives back home isn't exactly average first conversation material, and yet. It happened. And three, my whole point was that it wouldn't have mattered if it was a city with only guys, you still would have stood out. [ she gets a little quieter for a second, not quite embarrassed, but almost there ] I didn't exactly have an easy time when I first showed up here, especially when the city sent my friends from home back, but then- There you were, being all you on the network. Right when I needed a friend.

[ she shrugs a little bit, not really sure how much further she can explain it, because yeah. it just makes sense to her. ]

[He paused in his groping (which really, was a herculean feat) and thought about that from her perspective. He'd had a bunch of his friends here, even if they didn't remember they were his friends. And now he had his dad. Yeah, he was pretty much set. Being here alone? Would have sucked beyond belief.]

Being all me? I'm going to take it that's a good thing and not some utterly horrible description of something.

[But he was smiling again, blowing at a strand of hair that was about to slip into her eyes, thigh sliding up just a little itty bit higher.]

You have no idea what it's been like for me with you here. You've just... You've made a lot of things tolerable. Bad things. Good things. You've just... I'm glad you're here. And I want you to stay here for a while. Because I'm not done being addicted to you yet.

Of course that's a good thing. [ what a goober. that's what her face is expressing right now "you are a goober" ] I love you, so obviously- you is a good thing to be.

[ her fingers are sort of scratching lightly at the back of his neck without her really even choosing to do so, just because she's trying so hard not to move her leg that's around him or her hips. he has to know what he's doing, moving his thigh like that. has to. even though he's talking and following her line of conversation, he has to know that moving his leg like that is totally distracting ]

Like I said, I'm not going anywhere.

[Maybe he does know. Maybe he shifts his own hips a little so that that prominent part is now prodding a little at her thigh (hey, it has to poke somewhere), and maybe he's pulling her leg just a little higher.]

You'd better not be.

[Because no, he wasn't done. Not done loving her or getting to know her or losing himself in her, or in touching her, smelling her, tasting that lingering bit of strawberry on her lips as he sucked one into his mouth and nibbled on it.]

[ she whimpers after all that movement, though it sounds like a swoon, almost, a little hhn of surprise that makes her close her eyes and try and sort through it all just so she doesn't lose it all too quickly. her heel digs into the back of his thigh, which is basically right under his butt now, which causes even more friction and closeness, and her hand is gripping the back of his neck, no nails, just a tight grip ]

-- such a tease-

Who's teasing?

[He's sort of... rolling a little, moving to try to shift them so she's more on her back, if she'll let him. He wants to do a little more tasting, a little more playing with his mouth over a body he was just becoming acquainted with.]

I kind of... um, want to... again.

Unless you're... sore? Or not in the mood?

[ she's about to flat out say "Of course I'm in the mood are you crazy" but she thinks better of it, even as she rolls onto her back and brings her other leg up to loosely hook a little lower on his hip, newly freed handing resting on his side ]

Well, I'm definitely not sore. [ making that perfectly clear ] But I might need a little convincing for round two.

[He moves so that he's half between her legs, half outside the one leg, straddling that one thigh of hers a little awkwardly as his erection sort of... presses into her a bit.]

Convincing? And what sort of convincing do you need?

[Because he was down for all kinds of convincing. So down. All the way down. WINK WINK.]

The... sexy kind?

[ she makes a silly face at him, all "I don't know" and "I'm not going to just ask" smushed together into one expression. it's taking a lot of effort to not reach down between them just to touch him, but for now she can try and play it like she's not completely sure if she's interested, sure. she can do this. no touchie. ]

Use your imagination, Stiles.

-- Or your mouth, maybe.

[ that wasn't exactly asking, right? it still makes her blush, though ]

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