[ oh, yeahyeah, she had that coming. she did the same thing to him. joke's on her. she'd be laughing and pushing at him if she wasn't so hellbent on zoning out and tuning into one thing and one thing only. her breathing is starting to just turn into little groans, odd grunts she can't put a name on because they aren't very Rachely sounding. ] Stiles. [ does that count as a warning? it should. it should definitely count. because she's coming a moment later, a rough grunt through her teeth the only sound she allows herself before she's burring her face again his neck again, trying to muffle anything else that happens. she can't really tell what it's like besides fuck yes release that isn't entirely unlike how she normally feels when Stiles pushes her over the edge, except that with every jerk of her stomach muscles she empties herself a little more. so, that's weird, that she can feel that. each pull of his hand helps her through it, makes it easier to just let her body go slack and enjoy it, even if it is
still
really very weird ]
Oh, gods that-
[ felt good. ]
Unh.
[ ah, close enough. she'll worry about messes in a second ]
no subject
still
really very weird ]
Oh, gods that-
[ felt good. ]
Unh.
[ ah, close enough. she'll worry about messes in a second ]