[ ah. hands. touchy touching. she peeks up at him before she pulls away with a wet little pop that makes her grin, her tongue touching the corners of her mouth just to make sure- okay. she crawls back up the bed, body half draped on his even as she lays on her side, snuggling up close. she's a tiny bit sweaty, but sweat and whatever else doesn't seem to bother her much right now. not when she's more focused on Stiles and sex and breathing and sex and touching and sex. ]
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Mmmhf.