Ever, ever?

[ she's trying to be very aware of -parts, how they're situated, because she doesn't want to hurt him or anything, or hurt the chances of this going well for them either. she's trying not to rush any of this, even if she does want to just get right back to kissing because kissing means his eyes aren't wandering and she's not self-conscious but boy it still is really new and intimidating for her to be this undressed in front of somebody. and okay, maybe some part of her really likes knowing that he likes looking, but. still. this is almost just like before, only less clothes, which should mean she's totally prepared for it, but she's kind of not. a thought that gets shoved to the front of her mind all hey wow check out how pretty-much-naked you both are and how awesome it feels to roll your hips over his. yeah, he's turned on, and you're turned on, and now you both know it, super clear as day. there's no denying the level of arousal anymore. hey, how's it going. that's her brain right now.

way into this, but way. too. talkative.

she needs to stop thinking so much.

which is why she doesn't lean down over him just yet, her hands resting on his stomach as she gets comfortable on his lap, maybe, possibly trying to sort out the logistics of being on top. it actually makes tons of sense, if it's.. anything like this, with their underwear still on. she could sit here all day. she kind of wants to. ]

Fortunately enough, I happen to think guys named Stiles are the sexiest ever. So this all seems to be falling in place rather nicely.