[ it's a little silly how comforting it is, Stiles' hands on her sides, almost like when they hold hands or when he rubs the small of her back to help her fall asleep. it's silly because she's trying not to whimper and crumble from how good it feels, just the first two or three inches of him stretching her open, but the slide of his hand is enough to smooth her nerves over. she lowers herself about halfway down onto him before she has to stop, her brow creasing up. it doesn't hurt, but she feels really tight. tense. so her eyes shut, and she takes a deep breath, tries to relax through it. ]
I so don't have enough patience for what my body needs right now.
[ she huffs a laugh, because yeah, mentally, she wants to be going to town on him right now. she wants to grind down on him with him buried inside of her completely, but her body is taking its sweet time adjusting to him. she opens her eyes just to watch his face, take in the curve of his lip and the shape of his jaw and how dark his eyes look right now. not quite all pupils, but they're blown wide for her, and she loves it, she loves him. with a deep exhale she lets herself sink down onto him all the way, sitting flat against him, and it makes her whine and tense up a bit, but ugh, ugh- ]
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I so don't have enough patience for what my body needs right now.
[ she huffs a laugh, because yeah, mentally, she wants to be going to town on him right now. she wants to grind down on him with him buried inside of her completely, but her body is taking its sweet time adjusting to him. she opens her eyes just to watch his face, take in the curve of his lip and the shape of his jaw and how dark his eyes look right now. not quite all pupils, but they're blown wide for her, and she loves it, she loves him. with a deep exhale she lets herself sink down onto him all the way, sitting flat against him, and it makes her whine and tense up a bit, but ugh, ugh- ]
Oh, gods.