[ 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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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.]