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[He keeps scratching under his chin, his other hand coming up to light the tip of his finger on fire. Just a sort of finger-wick candle that he waves at the dragon with.]

I'm not naming him James Earl Jones. He's not really a Darth anything...

[But he was so cute and Stiles had to bite back saying that.]

[ and the dragon reacts to that, just like Rachel was sure he would. he dips his upper body low, tail swishing again, wings pushed out behind him. but it's all playful, which is clear once he lifts his face up and puffs a ~~burp~~ small plume of flame from his little mouth, flapping his wings once just to cause a little flurry of wind between them. hey, look, I can do that too. after, the dragon walks right up to his hand and headbutts his finger. it's halfway between an okay, but pet me more and just a nudge of acknowledgement ]

He likes you.

[The grin just wouldn't slide off his face as he let the flame die out and held his hand out for the dragon to walk on if it wanted to, petting it gently as he tried not to stare. Tried and failed.]

This is the coolest present anyone has ever gotten me. Ever. Like... ever.

[He turned to her and gave her the brightest smile he had.]

You are officially the coolest person in the world.

He's pretty heavy. [ it's an absent sort of warning, but he's sure he'll feel it once the dragon puts its weight on his hand and moves along his arm. and Rachel made sure not to give him horns or anything too sharp, but she's a little wary of his claws, either way. they weren't drawn particularly savage, but who knows how that translated in real life. but, nah. Stiles's got it.

and like... ever makes her smile wide, too. ]

You need to stop being so cute about this. You're the one that rebuilt my art set for me in one fell swoop. That's easily the coolest present ever.

Hah, no, sorry. Dragon totally trumps art set. Dragon trumps pretty much anything.

[Except maybe a kiss or something from a certain redhead who was looking at him with green eyes and an adorable smile.]

Maybe I'll name him Zeke. Or something draconian. I don't know yet. You'll let me know, right, buddy?

[There was now a dragon making its way from his hand up his arm, deciding that his shoulder was the place it was going to be, thank you. A tail stronger than it look half-coiled around his neck as it made itself at home. Stiles was close to bouncing.]

Dragon wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the art set. So how about them applies?

[ it's only... half true, but she's just arguing for the sake of doing so, more focused on the way the dragon is making himself right at home on Stiles. good. actually, it's really good. she was a little bit worried that the bond between the drawer and drawing wouldn't be able to be swayed, not easily at least, but it looks like the dragon is more than willing to get to know Stiles right away. ]

Although I'm a little mad at myself now. I should have waited a bit before pulling him off the page, because now I'm not sure how I'm going to properly thank you for my gift. Hm.

[ yep, just being a jerk now. ]

Thank me? Rach, trust me, this little guy is thanks enough. Best thanks ever.

Well, almost the best thanks ever.

[Guess who's giving her a bit of a sideways look now? Does he look sexy with a dragon on his shoulder? Tell him he does even if it's a lie.]

Almost. [ yeah, he kind of does. and she's leaning close to nudge her nose against his cheek, only- ]

I'm not sure if our first kiss should happen when the threat of my face getting half-burned off is literally looming over your shoulder.

He wouldn't do that to his mommy, would he?

[Yeah, that's a definite grin, Rach. And it's aimed at you. And it's in place to cover up the fact that his pulse just went through the roof. So close. Redhead so close. System malfunction.]

He might. It's hard to tell. I don't actually have a lot of experience with dragons.

[ to be fair, her heart's sort of hammering away and it has nothing to do with the dragon on his shoulders. mostly with the fact that she's nuzzling at his jaw with her nose, really his jaw since she can't exactly get to his neck with a dragon there. but it's affectionate, that's all, easy affection. ]

-- You should try and coax him to walk back down onto the desk for a minute, I think, definitely.

[Is she implying that if he does that, he'll get a kiss? A real one? On the mouth? From her?

He gave the dragon a gentle poke and tapped the desk.]

Come on boy. Back down here. Can't you draw food for him or something?

[Did he sound desperate? Naw.]

[ she's just smiling against his cheek for a second before she sits back again and even slouches a bit in her chair, elbows resting on the arms of the chair while her fingers link together over her middle.

oh, go on. she can wait. ]

[He hates you because you're evil, Rachel. So evil. Help a guy out?

The dragon looks up from where it's clearly decided is nap space and time, giving a disgruntled chirp before settling back down. Nope, he's not moving, thank you.]

Don't they come with manuals or training guides?

[ she shakes her head 'no', reaching out to even stroke her finger along the length of the dragon's tail. sooo soothing. sooo not helping in getting the dragon to decide not to nap after all. ]

Let him sleep, he's like- ten minutes old. Little guy needs to rest up. I'm willing to bet money I'll still want to kiss you once he wakes up again. [ she pauses, looking sideways in thought ] Although I guess you could always try- ..Nah, probably not. Nevermind.

[AAAAH. This was so unfair. She was either teasing him on purpose or his life just sucked that much. He was trying no to to pout. Nope. No pouting. Noooo pouting. He had a dragon. He didn't need to be greedy.

Dammit, he wanted a kiss, too.]

No, what? What is it?

I was just going to say, I'm pretty sure he would be willing to give up that spot on your neck if you bring him over to lay down on one of my pillows. But, I might be wrong, maybe he likes your body heat. Or- I don't know, maybe he really would rather just sleep right near you.

[ she shrugs, her mouth twisting up a bit ]

I just figure a pillow might be a good replacement in the meantime. So I don't feel awkward, just kissing you right in front of him. That seems a little rude.

[ ok now she'll smile again ]

[It was worth a try. He held up a finger to her, telling her to wait, then he got up and went over to the bed. Oh hey, it was her bed. That he'd been sitting on. That she slept on.

Naked? Probably not. But for the sake of his imagination, that's what she did.]

Hey, look. It's a pillow. Doesn't the pillow look comfortable? Mmm, pillowy goodness. Look how soft and plush it is.

[He was talking to the dragon, poking at the pillow and trying to sell it for all he was worth.

Nope. Stupid thing wasn't budging.]

Oh my god, I'm totally calling you Derek. Stubborn pain in my ass.

[ she's just going to turn in her chair and watch him try to work, elbow bent over the back of her chair she can rest her chin there. it's pretty funny how the dragon is acting like a permanent fixture there, seriously not even blinking an eye open to see what Stiles was going on about. she's pretty sure he's going to end up snoring any minute now. which is even funnier, yeah. ]

Derek the Dragon? Are you going to live in a cartoon house with Sally the Snake and Charlie the Cat?

[ derek the dragon sounds like something from a kids' tv show okay. complete with finding clues and teaching them how to say basic words in spanish. ]

Maybe I'll just call him Hale. Encompasses all the pain in the asses that I've had to deal with.

[His lips quirked as he thought about it. Yeah, Hale the dragon sounded good. And it would piss Derek off. Perfect. Hale it was.]

You know, if he's that set on sleeping, I bet you'd be safe. I mean, you are his mommy after all. He wouldn't burn you.

[Loooook at him being all persuasive.]

Hale is much cooler.

[ but okay now she's wondering who "Derek" or "Hale" or "Derek Hale" is, but she won't read into it. ..maybe she'll read into it a little bit, but. later. definitely later. because she's pulling herself up off the chair as soon as he turns his attention from the dragon to her, sort of wandering, in that she's taking her time to getting around to where he's sitting on the bed. she bends at the waist, reaching up to smooth her finger along the little dragon's back, which would be around the back of Stiles' neck if said dragon wasn't there.

she's not leaning terribly close or anything, but arm's length isn't that far when she's reaching a tiny bit behind him ]

I'm just worried that it might spook him if he wakes up and my face is up in your face. Not really in the mood for being turned into Kentucky Fried Oracle. [ she ends up looking at the little dragon again, head tilting ] Although I'm pretty sure he'd just burn the hell out of my face. He probably can't muster that big of a flame just yet. Hm. [ no really she is still thinking about kissing Stiles, but nnnnow she's also thinking about what the dragon is, and will be, capable of. hmmmm. ]

How could anyone be spooked waking up with your face close to them?

[See that? That was Grade A smooth right there. You know you fell for it, Rachel. You know you did. It probably helps that he means it, too. If he woke up with her face next to him? Well, let's just say he'd be a very happy Stiles.

He was already a very happy Stiles with her so close to him, looking up at her and trying not to lean in. Or do something that'd get him slapped. No slappy the Stiles, thanks.]

[ the whole thing though is that maybe, possible, she's waiting for him to just go for it. she should probably just tell him that, but that makes it a little less fun. besides, as much as she likes to tease, she's losing patience herself. so- ] Oo, good point. [ she won't point out the flaw to his charm, that her face compared to Hale's face is kind of giant, and that would probably scare him no matter how pretty she managed to look, but anyway, no, right, she's just going to drop her hand so her fingers are pressed against his chest, just so she can lean down with a little more control than she would otherwise. she's still slow about it though, letting her nose nudge against his before finally just, finally, kissing him. ]

[Someone pinch him because this had to be a dream. A dragon and a kiss? Okay, no, really, someone was messing with him and he was actually dead and was about to wake up at the castle with another embarrassing erection and no Rachel. Boo, Asgard. Boo.

But the kiss felt pretty real for a dead-dream kiss, so he was just going to go with it for now, inconvenient boner and all. Not that he had one now. Nope. But why was he thinking about that when he should be thinking about how her lips felt, just barely resting on his. Or how he could feel her breath against his mouth.

If Scott woke him up with his puppy butt-face all close to his, Stiles was going to kick him in his wolf junk.]

[ yeah, it's pretty darn real. she's kind of taking it slow because maybe she has to talk herself through it in order to avoid questioning if it's actually real or not, remind herself and think about the fact that yes, this is okay, no, she's not breaking any rules, yes, she really likes him, no, the world won't end if she lets herself do this, yes, there's a bright blush spreading across her cheeks but no, that's nothing to be embarrassed about. she's not actually feeling embarrassed at all. just the urge to tilt her head a bit so she can slot her lips against his more comfortably, part her lips just enough to put a little more pressure behind it. her fingers slide up to fuss with the collar of his t-shirt, mostly just to avoid touching anywhere else. not that she's feeling particularly handsy, she just. wants to hold onto him. without waking up the sleeping dragon on his shoulder, right.

she breaks the kiss after a long moment, though it's really just to change the tilt of her head, smiling against his mouth before getting right back to kissing him. and no, nope, she's not even slipping her tongue out there yet, it's just a kiss. but it's really nice, so she's not giving it up just yet.]

[Yes, this was definitely a dream. He was smiling when she drew back and he was about to say something (probably stupid), but then she covered his mouth with hers again and whoops, what were thoughts?

Abstract things that had no place here when mouths were on mouths and he could taste her and yeah, that was real. So very real. Just like her hand on his neck and his sort of creeping out to rest on a shoulder. It was the only thing he could think of to touch that wasn't a hip. A hip he might grab and use to pull her down closer. Like, on his lap. Or, you know, on the bed.

But that didn't happen because he was behaving. See? He could behave.

And enjoy the hell out of himself.]

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