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