[ oh, Stiles. she's not sure how she hasn't learned when she's left a verbal door wide open for him to stroll through with these really sweet, honest things he wants to tell her, but she hasn't, and it's obvious with how flustered she gets every time he continues on for more than a sentence or so. she moves closer pretty much as soon as his hands are on her arms, which puts them right up against each other, no room for subtlety or "is that-?"s because yeah, it is. bodies being bodies, that's what's going on. and she really loves it. her arms fold around his shoulders, faces close enough for kisses, but she doesn't go for it, not yet, not when she really wants to just nose at his cheek and grin grin grin ]
You need to quit doing that.
[ as in never quit ever, which is obvious from all the smiles and the trying to press closer by letting her feet slide back behind him instead of on either side of him ]
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You need to quit doing that.
[ as in never quit ever, which is obvious from all the smiles and the trying to press closer by letting her feet slide back behind him instead of on either side of him ]