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[While the narration is proud of Stiles's new sense of self, Cora is still going to punch him anyway. It's at a completely normal speed and she's only going for his shoulder because she's not out to break his nose or anything, but she thinks his ego could stand to be deflated a little.

She also doesn't really know about all that crap. Someone should tell her about it sometime. It won't be Derek.]

[It won't be Stiles, either. He's been keeping pretty much everything that happened to himself, including a certain death that he wishes to god he could prevent.

He takes the hit, knows he kind of deserves it, but Hale squawks, landing on Stiles' shoulder and hissing at her, wings spreading to make himself look bigger.]

Hey, you. Be nice. She's a friend.

[Cora might even feel bad about that one, even if she ... doesn't care about the Argents at all at this current juncture.

Her attention is drawn to the dragon for a moment, and eyes him back.]

Where'd you get that?

Hale? [Internal cringe at the name] He was a Christmas gift from Rachel. She has the Draw Life ability, so she can pretty much doodle up whatever she wants and just pull it off the paper. Food included. It's literally the best thing ever.

[There was a wolf cub named Cora and a dragon named Hale.

Stiles.

She's going to give you a bit of a look for that, but moving on.]

Erica said you were in Odin. Does that mean everyone in Odin can do ... that?

[She means setting yourself on fire, because she's fully prepared to basically avoid Odin people at this point. Except for Stiles because she has a feeling he won't give her a choice.]

[HIDEY HO, NEIGHBORINO!! No, you have no choice, Cora.]

What, fire? No. Each house has two, uh, powers, I guess. You're in what, Thor? Speed and strength. Odin has fire and ice. Lydia's in Odin, too, and she got ice. Allison and Scott both have Disney Princess powers from Freya. Isaac and Erica are in Hel and have, uh, shadow powers and body control. And... Derek's in Thor too. He had strength when he was here before. Don't know if he still does now. My dad was in Heimdall when he was here.

[Yeah, that's what she figured. She takes in all that information, matching it up with the houses that Erica told her earlier. She doesn't know enough about mythology to make sense of all of it, but for the most part it seems to make sense.]

Peter's in Loki. Derek said he had telepathy.

[Because she knows Stiles and she knows Peter, and she knows that explosions are bound to happen at some point or maybe they already did, who knows. But this is backtag land and Peter is still an issue.]

Didn't the gods figure out bringing him in was a mistake and make him go away yet?

[Ah, Stiles. Yes. This was a thing, but it might be a thing that happens a few days later.]

Peter can also suck it. Hard. And then choke on it.

[She fights the urge to eye roll, hard because, yes, she gets that Peter is a douchebag, but he's also her uncle and some of the only family she has left so having him here, even when she's not really sure if he's okay, has been kind of comforting.

Emphasis on the kind of.

But she doesn't push the issue because she knows how most people feel about Peter.]

He's still here. But when I last saw him, he was ... off. Like he wasn't remembering things properly.

[He'd say Peter should die in a fire, but that's been done. Maybe death by being hacked to pieces should be next.]

Yeah, that was going around. Things happen here. Lots of things.

[Like his girlfriend suddenly becoming a guy. That was a thing. He hated that thing.]

[Pat, pat. There, there.]

Yeah, I'm getting that.

[She's had several "things" happen to her since she got here, and she hasn't liked any of them.

At all.]

[His girlfriend was taller than him now, Cora. Pity him.]

And you thought Beacon Hills was crazy. So far, there's no ninjas here.

[You're talking to the tiniest werewolf in Beacon Hills. You get no sympathy.

But that last comment gets a slight eyebrow raise.]

Ninjas?

Um... yeah. So, hey, you, uh, you staying with Erica and Isaac?

[Smoothest topic change EVER.]

[There's a slow stare because she's just stunned by how smooth that was, but she lets him deflect.

For now.]

Yeah. Erica asked me to stay with her while Isaac was gone.

[After that is sort of up in the air. It depends on how Isaac reacts to her, really.]

Yeah? Little girl party, huh?

[Yep, he was picturing a fantasy girl's sleepover with Erica and Cora. Maybe Rachel could stop by and there could be a redhead, a blonde, and a brunette. Little Witches of Eastwick thing going on. What? He liked all flavors of the female persuasion.]

[ it's different - you know, angles wise - but not enough to throw her off, not when she's been craving touchy-time with Stiles for way too long now. so her hands slide from his shoulders to his sides, gripping on like she always tends to, trailing openmouthed kisses down his neck as she pulls him in close. which is.. also very different, it makes it way easier to notice said differences, since usually Stiles is the only one here with the flat chest and wider shoulders and hhhhhips

Rachel has harder hips now, too.

which is what makes her drop her face down to rest her forehead on his shoulder, a groan of whatever kind of frustration sounding low in her throat. like, really low. that wasn't a Rachel groan at all. ]

This is weird, isn't it? I'm a guy and this is weird and I want to kiss you all over but it's not- as the same as I was hoping it would be.

[He shouldn't have, really, but when she said that, when she slumped over and rested her head on him, he let out a nervous laugh, eyes closing as he lifted his hands to rest on her arms, the feeling so completely different from what he was used to.]

So it's not just me, right? Like... it is different. I just... I don't know, Rach. I miss you. I mean, I miss you. I know you're here and I'm glad you're okay and not hurt and I'd lose my mind if you were, but it's almost like you're not all the way here, because...

It's... it feels different. You still smell different and you're taller and--

But I still love you.

[Which felt so weird to say to a guy that wasn't his dad or Scott.]

I so don't smell that different. I've been using the same shampoo. Smell my curls. Smell them, smell them. [ she's still holding onto him, and then she's turning her head and shaking her hair in his face before pulling back with a laugh. and even then it takes her a second to pull her hands back, twisting them up behind her just to keep her from reaching for him again ]

Ugh, I love you too. I'm so in love with you it makes my heart feel like it's going to bust out of my chest just so it can sing about how awesome you are. It's been so not fun not telling you and showing you that every single day. Last month was- impossible, we can't split up again like that, okay? I don't care if we both completely forget everything about ourselves and have screaming nightmares, I'm going to write a note that says "don't leave Stiles' side ever" because it's not worth not getting to see you every chance I get.

[ she sighs, ends up right back in front of him, reaching to hold his face again. which is weird she knows but she feels like she has to ]

One more kiss, please, just one more- [ mmmmmmmmwwwah! ] - to tide me over until I change back, thank you.

[ totally stepping back now, yep, until her back hits the door and she can sort of melt back against it with a stupid dopey smile on her face ]

Gods, you're the cutest boy in the world. And I'm going to do terribly dirty things to you as soon as I'm back in my real b-ody, hey. [ someone's lower half is shifting, almost like she's got a rock in her shoe, only.. not. ] Did I seriously- I think I'm getting hard thinking about that. Is that weird? [ she's definitely laughing, and rubbing the heel of her hand against the front of her jeans. she's not CRAZY TURNED ON, but she's definitely a little hard and that's, apparently, hilarious ] How do you even deal with this, I don't-

[She babbles. She babbles more than he does, rambling on like if she stops talking, she's going to run out of air. So she just keeps going and Stiles is trying to follow along because there's hair in his face and yes, it does smell like hers, but there's still that... boy smell that any girl in the world would tell you is just inherently genetic when it comes to boys.

Then she's continuing with her rambling and he's agreeing with it because being separated from her had sucked harder than a black hole and he never wanted to wake up without her in his arms again. But now... now that would mean waking up with the possibility of extra... things in his bed and temporary or not, he wasn't sure how open he was willing to be in terms of 'things I did with my girl/boyfriend'. He's not Scott and he didn't fall in love with a boy. He fell in love with a girl who was suddenly a boy for an undetermined amount of time. What if it was for a long time? What if they kept her like this for a month? For two? He'd been a fox for a week, which had seemed like forever to him, and there was always the possibility of her leaving. Or him leaving. What if that happened? Would he kick himself for not taking advantage of what he had while he had it?

She was talking again while he was thinking, laughing about something and stepped away from him against the door while he had this inner epiphany.]

Fuck it.

[He stepped up to her, hands going to her face and that felt weird because there was scruff there, but he stopped thinking about that for a moment and just lifted his head up to give her more than just a tepid little conciliatory kiss. He gave her the kind of kiss that he reserved for special 'shut up, Rachel' occasions. He leaned into her, pressing her up against the door and proceeded to attempt to knock her socks off.]

[ Okay, that definitely gets an amused chuckle out of her. ] I so did not need that mental image, Stiles.

You put it there first with your disappearing act. So now we're even.

[ her hands move to his wrists almost as soon as he's kissing her, like she's pretty sure any second now he'll pull away and she won't be able to get this back for however long. but he's- kissing her kissing her, and his body's all pressed against hers and it's kind of overwhelming for a second, maybe because she really was convinced they wouldn't do this again for a while.

and the thing about boy-bodies is that they are, for the most part, all flat lines and hard angles. and there's no room for "--wait, is that?" when Stiles has her pinned between his body and the door, and she feels her cheeks go hot because she's definitely- reacting- to being kissed like this- and maybe she lets it go on for a little longer than she should have, but eventually she ..kind of tries check in, make sure this is okay ]

Mmh?

[ bonerbonerbonerbonerboneryeahIdefinitelyhaveabonernowbabe!!! ]

[The boner that is not his own that he can definitely feel pressed up against him. He's trying super hard to ignore it because it's not his boner and he wants to kiss her. But he also... really wants to do other things because Jesus Christ, he was human and a teenager and male and horny twenty-four/seven on a regular basis, but when you put a hot redhead into the mix that he was used to being able to get hot and heavy with... Stiles had pretty much had blue balls for the last few days. And maybe, just maybe, that little bit of friction he got shifting up on his toes to push them together more was worth the odd confusion at feeling something there that shouldn't be there.

God, he wanted to fuck his girlfriend right now. Could the curse be over? Please?

Even through that mini existential crisis, he continued to kiss her, because shut up, Rachel, he was allowed that much.]

[ yep, that's a groan, that's a needy little groan making its way into their kiss, in the press of her tongue against his. his hands slip down his forearms until she's reaching for his sides again, his hips, gripping at his jeans because she has to hold onto something or she's going to lose her mind. gods, that's confusing. outside friction shouldn't feel like he's got a hand between her thighs, but it's kind of like that. and if her feet step apart a bit so she can tug him even closer, it's really not her fault, she really can't be blamed. the door is bracing her weight and when she grips into his jeans she can sort of, well, manhandle him a bit, make it really easy to drag his body forward against hers.

it's something she would do as a girl, it is! only she would be using the door to brace her weight and folding her legs up around his hips, and here he's just shifting down so Stiles doesn't have to be up on his toes. it's the same ..thought process. sort of. same with how her hands, as always, end up sliding back to grab his ass over his jeans

it's what she always does, it's not registering as weird right now, it's just some kind of weird instinct at this point. ]

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