Oh, I don't know about thhahaaat.

[ who said crotch grabbing was okay right now? she didn't. not that she didn't like it, on the contrary, it felt freaking awesome. but also like, really weird. right now. this was where it felt actually, truly kind of weird. kissing Stiles was normal, getting Stiles off was normal. Stiles palming her cock through her jeans? not normal. but it's hard to think much beyond pressurepressurefrictionpressure right now, and she barely gets the zip up on Stiles' fly before she's reaching to hold his arm just above the elbow, a waitwait that she can't bring herself to voice ]

You don't have to, I'm good. I mean, I'll figure it out. I haven't gotten off like this, I mean I don't really- know how any of that works right now, for me. [ she leans to rest her forehead against his, groaning a little bit because maybe just him grabbing her feels great, but she isn't sure she can handle much more than that ] I can go to the bathroom and take care of this. I've got tables? Tables you should look at. To. Look- The tables are- customers. [ .............what ]