[ yep, that's a groan, that's a needy little groan making its way into their kiss, in the press of her tongue against his. his hands slip down his forearms until she's reaching for his sides again, his hips, gripping at his jeans because she has to hold onto something or she's going to lose her mind. gods, that's confusing. outside friction shouldn't feel like he's got a hand between her thighs, but it's kind of like that. and if her feet step apart a bit so she can tug him even closer, it's really not her fault, she really can't be blamed. the door is bracing her weight and when she grips into his jeans she can sort of, well, manhandle him a bit, make it really easy to drag his body forward against hers.
it's something she would do as a girl, it is! only she would be using the door to brace her weight and folding her legs up around his hips, and here he's just shifting down so Stiles doesn't have to be up on his toes. it's the same ..thought process. sort of. same with how her hands, as always, end up sliding back to grab his ass over his jeans
it's what she always does, it's not registering as weird right now, it's just some kind of weird instinct at this point. ]
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it's something she would do as a girl, it is! only she would be using the door to brace her weight and folding her legs up around his hips, and here he's just shifting down so Stiles doesn't have to be up on his toes. it's the same ..thought process. sort of. same with how her hands, as always, end up sliding back to grab his ass over his jeans
it's what she always does, it's not registering as weird right now, it's just some kind of weird instinct at this point. ]