[She babbles. She babbles more than he does, rambling on like if she stops talking, she's going to run out of air. So she just keeps going and Stiles is trying to follow along because there's hair in his face and yes, it does smell like hers, but there's still that... boy smell that any girl in the world would tell you is just inherently genetic when it comes to boys.
Then she's continuing with her rambling and he's agreeing with it because being separated from her had sucked harder than a black hole and he never wanted to wake up without her in his arms again. But now... now that would mean waking up with the possibility of extra... things in his bed and temporary or not, he wasn't sure how open he was willing to be in terms of 'things I did with my girl/boyfriend'. He's not Scott and he didn't fall in love with a boy. He fell in love with a girl who was suddenly a boy for an undetermined amount of time. What if it was for a long time? What if they kept her like this for a month? For two? He'd been a fox for a week, which had seemed like forever to him, and there was always the possibility of her leaving. Or him leaving. What if that happened? Would he kick himself for not taking advantage of what he had while he had it?
She was talking again while he was thinking, laughing about something and stepped away from him against the door while he had this inner epiphany.]
Fuck it.
[He stepped up to her, hands going to her face and that felt weird because there was scruff there, but he stopped thinking about that for a moment and just lifted his head up to give her more than just a tepid little conciliatory kiss. He gave her the kind of kiss that he reserved for special 'shut up, Rachel' occasions. He leaned into her, pressing her up against the door and proceeded to attempt to knock her socks off.]
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Then she's continuing with her rambling and he's agreeing with it because being separated from her had sucked harder than a black hole and he never wanted to wake up without her in his arms again. But now... now that would mean waking up with the possibility of extra... things in his bed and temporary or not, he wasn't sure how open he was willing to be in terms of 'things I did with my girl/boyfriend'. He's not Scott and he didn't fall in love with a boy. He fell in love with a girl who was suddenly a boy for an undetermined amount of time. What if it was for a long time? What if they kept her like this for a month? For two? He'd been a fox for a week, which had seemed like forever to him, and there was always the possibility of her leaving. Or him leaving. What if that happened? Would he kick himself for not taking advantage of what he had while he had it?
She was talking again while he was thinking, laughing about something and stepped away from him against the door while he had this inner epiphany.]
Fuck it.
[He stepped up to her, hands going to her face and that felt weird because there was scruff there, but he stopped thinking about that for a moment and just lifted his head up to give her more than just a tepid little conciliatory kiss. He gave her the kind of kiss that he reserved for special 'shut up, Rachel' occasions. He leaned into her, pressing her up against the door and proceeded to attempt to knock her socks off.]