[Someone pinch him because this had to be a dream. A dragon and a kiss? Okay, no, really, someone was messing with him and he was actually dead and was about to wake up at the castle with another embarrassing erection and no Rachel. Boo, Asgard. Boo.
But the kiss felt pretty real for a dead-dream kiss, so he was just going to go with it for now, inconvenient boner and all. Not that he had one now. Nope. But why was he thinking about that when he should be thinking about how her lips felt, just barely resting on his. Or how he could feel her breath against his mouth.
If Scott woke him up with his puppy butt-face all close to his, Stiles was going to kick him in his wolf junk.]
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But the kiss felt pretty real for a dead-dream kiss, so he was just going to go with it for now, inconvenient boner and all. Not that he had one now. Nope. But why was he thinking about that when he should be thinking about how her lips felt, just barely resting on his. Or how he could feel her breath against his mouth.
If Scott woke him up with his puppy butt-face all close to his, Stiles was going to kick him in his wolf junk.]