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.
[ behaving was good. they're both just really admirable right now, behaving the way they are. a kiss can still be great without getting carried away, right? although, for the record, Hale it absolutely the only reason why she's trying really hard to behave so well. meanwhile, his collar is getting steadily more covered with redpurpleblue dust from her fingertips, but she doesn't even notice it. not until she's finally tipping her head down to stop kissing him again. she just has to breathe, for a second. and maybe peek to make sure that yep, dragon is still asleep. good.
she has to lean back a tiny bit so she can look at him properly without going cross-eyed, but not enough that he has to let go of her shoulder or anything. well, actually, right. she's just going to sit next to him on the bed now. and lean in so her chin can rest against his shoulder. ]
[The kissing stopped. No... no, why did the kissing stop? But she sat beside him, so hey, it wasn't because she'd finally come to her senses (thank god). No, it was so that she could lean that adorable chin on him and say things that sort of make his stomach melt and flop and twist. He moved so that his arm went around her back, letting her lean on him all she wanted as he smiled and probably looked like the world's biggest idiot doing it.]
That's pretty convenient because I really like you too.
In case the whole kissing thing hadn't clarified that.
It helped. [ luckily, Rachel's pretty keen on his smile, so she doesn't think he looks idiotic. she's just leaning and grinning and keeping a close eye on that dragon tail in front of her face. the one curled around Stiles' neck. the neck she would be strongly considering kissing if she could. but they can wait, they can so wait. there's probably a way more appropriate time to kiss someone on the neck than immediately following her first kiss with them. ]
Thank you, thank you, thank you for my new colors, Freckles.
You are so very welcome. I'm going to be on the lookout for more color stuff. Maybe I'll find something glittery or metallic.
[His hand that wasn't tucked around her reached for one of hers, just sort of playing their fingers together as he looked down at them. Then he met her eyes again and smiled.]
Thank you for my present. He is badass and you are badass for making him.
[ Rachel lets her hand rest flat, palm up, just so he can play however he wants, her fingers curling against his as well. it's just really comfortable, and easy, and now she's watching his hands, and she pretty much immediately feels the urge to draw them, much like how she wanted to draw his lips a second ago, and his eyes just before then. she's crushing so stupidly hard on him, she can tell, but she's not letting herself worry about it so much. time was limited here, they've talked about this. worrying about how much she likes someone and not just enjoying the fact that she does at all isn't worth it. ]
As soon as I knew I could do it, I knew that was what I wanted to give you. At first I thought maybe a puppy would be safer, and ..really cute, seeing you with a puppy, but I figured with your fire powers, a dragon would be a great match.
Plus, it turns out you and a little dragon is pretty cute, too.
[He was drawing little lines over her palm, tracing the ones that were there and maybe writing out their initials with a heart around them. Maybe. Good thing she'd never know.]
Ah, yeah, no puppies. Scott was using them as currency a while ago and I, uh, kind of got a wolf pup a little while ago that I think was intended for someone else. Or, it was my gift to them since I couldn't figure out anything else. She peed on my shoes. Four times.
[ if she were paying better attention she might realized what he's doing, but she's more focused on the that feels nice aspect of it than anything else. and then she's laughing and focusing on the fact that she knows Stiles hangs out with werewolves and one of his friends ( not to say he's a werewolf, but keep following ) gave him a wolf puppy. it's- it sounds a little weird that's all!! but that last thing makes her stop thinking about it anyway ]
Gods, I hope not. As long as you don't feed it- radioactive sludge, I'm sure he'll pee like a regular -dragon.
[ she's sure she would have read that somewhere back home if dragons really did have corros- oh gross, moving on ]
He owns a pet store. Kind of got ruined a while ago, but I think he's getting it put back together again.
[No, Rachel. Keep up. He got the cub from Asgard as some sort of answer to his 'wtf do I get Derek as a present' situation. Now the wolf cub was safely with him and he'd washed his shoes fifteen times. No more puppy or wolf pee.]
Where would I get radioactive sludge? Why would I feed it to him?
[He gave her a sideways look, but it turned into a grin as he closed his hand over hers.]
[ she's seriously lost, and still not convinced that one of his werewolf friends didn't have wolf pups. which is fine! hey, you be you. but anyway, she's caught up on the whole "pet store being ruined" aspect of the story and her heart kind of twists up because maybe she's never had a pet of her own, but she loveloveloves animals. takes part in Save the Wildlife rallies and everything. to hear a pet store got messed up? HEARTbreaking. but it was a while ago, so she's just going to check up on that sometime soon. maybe she can help them fix it up! ]
Me? You're the one suggesting Hale's pee might be able to melt through titanium. [ she doesn't sound too defensive though, even if she is turning her face into his shoulder so she can pretend to bite him ] And remind me to draw you new kicks, I can't believe you're just- walking around with puppy-pee shoes on. Seriously. [ like it doesn't matter if he's washed them 15 times, nope, she just likes having a reason to tease him ]
I have a sneaking suspicion this is just so you have an excuse to make me things that have 'Property of Red' on them. I'm surprised a pair of boxers hasn't found a home in my room yet.
[He was teasing, but it was half-truth and he so didn't have a problem with it. He turned and dropped a light kiss on the top of her head, smirking. Guess who pretty much had decided who his future wife was going to be?]
Like you need my name across your boxers to remind you that I own your butt. [ yep just making herself laugh, and her face scrunches up with that kiss on the head, like that could make her look less guilty. ]
I wouldn't put my name all over everything. Though now I kind of want to draw some sleepshorts to go with my new shirt. Unless you expect me to wear that shirt out about about, even if it lets everybody know your super-secret nickname.
That wouldn't count, because it wasn't a gift like the original shirt is. Which I really like, by the way. Though I like to think people know better than to touch without asking me first anyway. [ snerk ] But I see your point.
[ her fingers splay out wide before curling up with Stiles' again, her thumb tapping out an absent patten on the back of his hand. ]
So, is this- [ weh labels. weh thinking. weh tempting fate. ] -me and you, are we an us now? Like, an implied, off-the-market situation? "Dating" is a stupid word. So are boyfriend and girlfriend. [ and Rachel's nervous? Rachel's nervous. ] But I wouldn't mind being your girl. If you're cool with that.
I could try to go get another one made, just for you. Maybe one that's a little more explicit.
[He was grinning as their hands sort of tangled together, feeling like this was the most surreal thing that had ever happened to him. Sure, he'd died a few times and had a werewolf as a best friend, but come on. A hot redhead that was into him who gave him a dragon as a present? Too cool.]
My girl.
[Yeah, yeah he liked the sound of that. His arm tightened around her and he probably looked like he was high with how goofy his grin was.]
I can safely say I'm off the market and yeah, I'd really like if it was more than implied. Definitely an us thing. I am incredibly cool with that.
[ she's still trying to convince herself that she hasn't cursed Stiles to some kind of fiery death for asking him out, or having this kind of interest in him at all. no dating, no boys. or no powers. but her powers are already gone, so really that just leaves the question of is Stiles safe. then again, she's pretty sure there would have been some serious warning signs by now if she was doing something wrong.
so they're fine. really, really fine.
totally.
gods, she wishes Annabeth was here. she would know exactly how fine or not fine they really were. hn. ]
I wish Hale would wake up. I would like more playtime with him, and more kisses from you.
[He grinned at that, the hand around her side tugging her a little closer.]
You're the one who made him so sleepy. Guess being created takes a lot out of you. How about you? Are you tired? You do get drained if you use it too much, you know. Was a dragon too much? Do you need to lie down?
Let's give it a year. If you manage to train Hale not to eat anybody for a whole year, then I'll give you an army.
[ suuuuuuuure... also, Rachel's kind of nuzzling her face against his shoulder, trying really hard to be aware of if her curls are tickling his face, or the dragon. although she's not sure if dragons really are ticklish. hm. food for thought. ]
[Her curls could tickle him all they wanted. He had a girl. His girl. Tucked in against his side and one who'd drawn and brought to life a dragon for him. Yeah, best Christmas ever, right?
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[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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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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she has to lean back a tiny bit so she can look at him properly without going cross-eyed, but not enough that he has to let go of her shoulder or anything. well, actually, right. she's just going to sit next to him on the bed now. and lean in so her chin can rest against his shoulder. ]
I really like you.
[ oh hades in a halfshell, rachel, shut up. ]
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That's pretty convenient because I really like you too.
In case the whole kissing thing hadn't clarified that.
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Thank you, thank you, thank you for my new colors, Freckles.
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[His hand that wasn't tucked around her reached for one of hers, just sort of playing their fingers together as he looked down at them. Then he met her eyes again and smiled.]
Thank you for my present. He is badass and you are badass for making him.
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As soon as I knew I could do it, I knew that was what I wanted to give you. At first I thought maybe a puppy would be safer, and ..really cute, seeing you with a puppy, but I figured with your fire powers, a dragon would be a great match.
Plus, it turns out you and a little dragon is pretty cute, too.
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Ah, yeah, no puppies. Scott was using them as currency a while ago and I, uh, kind of got a wolf pup a little while ago that I think was intended for someone else. Or, it was my gift to them since I couldn't figure out anything else. She peed on my shoes. Four times.
I just sort of hope dragon pee isn't corrosive.
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[ if she were paying better attention she might realized what he's doing, but she's more focused on the that feels nice aspect of it than anything else. and then she's laughing and focusing on the fact that she knows Stiles hangs out with werewolves and one of his friends ( not to say he's a werewolf, but keep following ) gave him a wolf puppy. it's- it sounds a little weird that's all!! but that last thing makes her stop thinking about it anyway ]
Gods, I hope not. As long as you don't feed it- radioactive sludge, I'm sure he'll pee like a regular -dragon.
[ she's sure she would have read that somewhere back home if dragons really did have corros- oh gross, moving on ]
I'm sure Hale won't pee on your shoes, at least.
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[No, Rachel. Keep up. He got the cub from Asgard as some sort of answer to his 'wtf do I get Derek as a present' situation. Now the wolf cub was safely with him and he'd washed his shoes fifteen times. No more puppy or wolf pee.]
Where would I get radioactive sludge? Why would I feed it to him?
[He gave her a sideways look, but it turned into a grin as he closed his hand over hers.]
You're insanely weird and that is kind of hot.
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Me? You're the one suggesting Hale's pee might be able to melt through titanium. [ she doesn't sound too defensive though, even if she is turning her face into his shoulder so she can pretend to bite him ] And remind me to draw you new kicks, I can't believe you're just- walking around with puppy-pee shoes on. Seriously. [ like it doesn't matter if he's washed them 15 times, nope, she just likes having a reason to tease him ]
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[He was teasing, but it was half-truth and he so didn't have a problem with it. He turned and dropped a light kiss on the top of her head, smirking. Guess who pretty much had decided who his future wife was going to be?]
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I wouldn't put my name all over everything. Though now I kind of want to draw some sleepshorts to go with my new shirt. Unless you expect me to wear that shirt out about about, even if it lets everybody know your super-secret nickname.
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[Not that there was even a remote possibility of that happening.]
You could. Or you could make a new one that just said Stiles owns this so keep your hands off. You know... if you felt like it.
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[ her fingers splay out wide before curling up with Stiles' again, her thumb tapping out an absent patten on the back of his hand. ]
So, is this- [ weh labels. weh thinking. weh tempting fate. ] -me and you, are we an us now? Like, an implied, off-the-market situation? "Dating" is a stupid word. So are boyfriend and girlfriend. [ and Rachel's nervous? Rachel's nervous. ] But I wouldn't mind being your girl. If you're cool with that.
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[He was grinning as their hands sort of tangled together, feeling like this was the most surreal thing that had ever happened to him. Sure, he'd died a few times and had a werewolf as a best friend, but come on. A hot redhead that was into him who gave him a dragon as a present? Too cool.]
My girl.
[Yeah, yeah he liked the sound of that. His arm tightened around her and he probably looked like he was high with how goofy his grin was.]
I can safely say I'm off the market and yeah, I'd really like if it was more than implied. Definitely an us thing. I am incredibly cool with that.
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[ she's still trying to convince herself that she hasn't cursed Stiles to some kind of fiery death for asking him out, or having this kind of interest in him at all. no dating, no boys. or no powers. but her powers are already gone, so really that just leaves the question of is Stiles safe. then again, she's pretty sure there would have been some serious warning signs by now if she was doing something wrong.
so they're fine. really, really fine.
totally.
gods, she wishes Annabeth was here. she would know exactly how fine or not fine they really were. hn. ]
I wish Hale would wake up. I would like more playtime with him, and more kisses from you.
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You're the one who made him so sleepy. Guess being created takes a lot out of you. How about you? Are you tired? You do get drained if you use it too much, you know. Was a dragon too much? Do you need to lie down?
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[ yeah, she's tired. which is why she's being so damn pliant in all this tugging closer and leaning on him stuff. ]
You make it sound as if I've never brought a mythical, fire-breathing creature to life before. Pah. Childs' play.
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[He grinned as he rested his chin on top of her head. Yeah, an army of dragons would be pretty badass.]
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[ suuuuuuuure... also, Rachel's kind of nuzzling her face against his shoulder, trying really hard to be aware of if her curls are tickling his face, or the dragon. although she's not sure if dragons really are ticklish. hm. food for thought. ]
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[Her curls could tickle him all they wanted. He had a girl. His girl. Tucked in against his side and one who'd drawn and brought to life a dragon for him. Yeah, best Christmas ever, right?
Now he just had to get through dinner.]