My Stiles. [ ah, holding hands, why didn't she think of that? it actually makes it kind of easier to get cracking on that 'stop thinking so much' plan, especially once she brings one of his hands up to half nuzzle, and half hide behind. a little bit. well, there's no hiding when you're sitting on top of someone, but she's kissing the back of his hand and then keeping it right there even after she stops ]

I'm so nervous, this is- [ she lets out a breath, a literally 'phoo', oh man kind of deal ] I feel like this shouldn't be so easy, like, maybe we're missing something, some kind of obstacle course we're supposed to conquer first before we get to it? [ she kisses his knuckles again ] I've put so much thought into this and now we're like, doing this, and you're so hot and this is so hot and - can we take our underwear off now? [ is that rushing or what. is there some kind of protocol, like, twenty minutes must be spent performing oral immediately before you get to the actual sex-sex? because hey, she wouldn't mind going down on Stiles again, but she also kind of maybe wants to see what this sex thing is all about. she's so ready for it it's making her feel jittery all over. still, she's smiling against his hand, letting her hair cover her face a bit. asking "can we have sex now?" is pretty embarrassing, yeah. ]