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[He steals one of his hands back, lifting it to slide into her hair, to let his thumb brush over her cheek as he keeps up with the wowing. Because kissing Rachel is never a bad thing. It's never something he has to make himself do, something he does just to get it over with. He loves each kiss, each time her lips are close enough to his for him to get a taste of her. He loves the way her breath catches in that way that makes him want to laugh because of something he did.

So basically, he just loves her and everything about her, but that's pretty much common knowledge at this point.]

[ the hair, he always goes for the hair. which, predictably, is a weakness. maybe because most people just didn't touch her hair, it was maybe, possibly, a target for teasing, growing up. but that's so the last thing she's thinking about right now, so he plays with her hair and she feels her heart flipflop over it, her freed hand moving to his side just to hold onto his shirt there. always gripping at him, keeping him right where he is, as if there's a chance he might move. she breaks the kiss for a breath and she tips her face up so her nose can brush over his, lips still nudging even if she isn't actually kissing him. it's a slow slip, just enjoying the way his lips feel against hers, even if she's too breathless press back in again just yet ]

-- Did that on purpose-

[ turned her brain to goo, yeah. she can't be amused at him if she's right in the same boat ]

Did what on what?

[He was barely functioning past RachelRachelRachel right now, so she was lucky that he didn't just revert to some sort of primal version of himself. Though, that was tempting; the thought of pulling her clothes off and just... mm. Yeah. Okay.]

So... you look good.

Mmn.

[ yep, that's all she's got in answer to that question. she's pretty much caught in StilesStilesStiles mode, so eventually she does take a slow step back, looking down at her clothes once he moves onto 'you look good'. ]

Thanks.

[ thanks? she just doesn't know what else to say. there's a new frayed patch on her jeans and it's because she doesn't know when to stop fussing with a single thread until it turns into a mess, and her t-shirt is something she drew up on a whim. it's just a t-shirt. why is Stiles the nicest boy in the world, she can't wrap her head around it. she looks back up with him with a silly grin, like she can't figure out why they're just- standing here, why is it suddenly so difficult to brain. ]

So do you. You look good enough to eat - [ deliberate paaaause... ] - strawberries with.

[He blushes, but he laughs as well, fingers curling in her hair and giving it a tug before he slides his hand free.]

Yeah, well, you look good enough to eat strawberries off of.

[Yeah, that's right, Stiles. So smooth. Like silk. Sssssssssssssssssssssmooth.]

How would you-

[ eat strawberries off of a person, unless he planned on like, using her stomach as a plate. or she could feed them to him, which she maybe already planned on doing, but that wasn't the same. but still, Stiles is being flirtatious and Rachel should know better by now than to nitpick the details of said flirting. she actually likes wen he says stuff like that, it's kind of really endearing. ]

I mean, yes. Yeah. You should do that, you definitely need to do that. We should- do that right now.

[He loved when she got that little confused look, like she was trying to figure something out. It meant she was thinking and he adored that. He moved his hands around to her waist, then down to her butt so he could pull her in against him.]

Right now? Don't I get to, oh, I don't know, undress you first?

[ both hands end up flat against his chest, then slide up to hold onto her shoulders, back maybe arching a bit to encourage that hold he has on her. what? she kind of likes it when he just- goes for what he wants. ]

Well, yeah. Right now includes, um, set up. Getting to the bed, getting undressed, rub and kiss away any nerves that might crop up. [ totally speaking for herself here yes ] It would be a whole strawberry sharing package. [ also known as foreplay ]

That sounds... good. I'd like to rub and kiss away any nerves.

[It would work both ways, actually, since making her feel good would help him stop feeling like he was going to jump out of his skin. And if she liked when he went for what he wanted, he liked when she let him. When there was no hand slap or recriminating look or 'eww get out'. He especially liked that she really seemed to want him around.]

Good.

[ she's just going to hide her smile against his chest, just for a second, because the butterflies in her stomach do this crazy freakout think whenever Stiles talks about like, kissing, or basically anything if he says it with that kind of tone, and she just has to take a second to get them to calm down. but after a moment she's looking back up at him again, trying to lean her weight back a bit, tries to take the tiniest step backwards, towards the bed, but without pulling herself away from him. it's pretty much impossible. ]

You might have to loosen your grip on my butt if we're going to accomplish any of these things, unfortunately.

You sure about that? My hands are pretty happy where they are. You've got a great butt...

[He smiled widely, leaning in and giving that very adorable nose a kiss before regretfully pulling his hands away and holding them up.]

Fine, okay, but I expect to be able to put them to very good use soon.

[ aaah, her expression lights up like it always does after he kisses her nose, but she's stepping back as soon as his hands are up, all enthusiasm as she climbs up onto her bed and snatches up the container with the strawberries as she goes. the lid gets popped off and tossed on the floor, and then Rachel's moving to lay on her side, legs bent, weight on her forearm, all very Vanna White as she gestures to the little tupperware full of chocolate strawberry goodness before taking one out and holding it by the leaves ]

C'mere.

[Aww, hey, she was moving away. Oh, okay, but she was going onto the bed and looking all cute and inviting with her smile and that 'I'm going to seduce you so hard' look -- which worked, by the way. Stiles was very seducable. Especially by her.

He came over to the bed, kicking off his shoes while he kept his eyes on her, kneeling onto the bed before crawling over and leaning in for a kiss. The strawberry could wait for a minute. He wanted something that he knew would taste good.]

I'm here. Now what?

[ his kiss is so well received, and she's almost distracted enough by it to drop the strawberry right back in with the rest of them and forget that plan altogether, but it was a quick kiss, short and sweet. the only reason why there's a delay in her answer is because she's taking a bite of the strawberry, the chocolate quickly melting on her tongue even before she's managed to bite off the end, and she might have tried to keep eye-contact through it, but her eyes shut at the last second, face ducking a bit as she chews. she kind of wanted Stiles to get the first bite, but, well. ya snooze ya lose.

and now to answer that question. ]

Now we're going to share these, and talk about me and you, and probably get a little naked because someone wants to eat strawberries off of me, and then hopefully by the time this container is empty we'll- figure out if we're ready to lose our virginity yet. [ talking about talking is apparently way easy, she even gives him another grin before holding up the rest of that strawberry for him ] No pressure or anything, right?

Right. No pressure.

[SO MUCH PRESSURE. No, but he takes a bite of the strawberry, using that as a good distraction and a reason why he's not talking for the next little bit. It's sweet and has that tartness of fruit, making him lick his lips before leaning in to give her a closed-mouthed kiss. Then he moved to sort of crawl over her onto the other side so he didn't have to compete for space with a container of strawberries -- stopping halfway when he remembered her bed wasn't exactly built for two. Oh. Right. So he'd just sit there instead. On her.

Totally meant to do that.]

[ she moves with him, onto her back, because she kind of did think that move was intentional, because where else would he go? she's so fine with him sitting right there ( and fine with strawberry kisses too, mmh ), one hand resting flat on his thigh while the other brings the strawberry up to finish the rest of it, leaving just the leaves, which she sprinkles back into the container. whatever, they won't stick to the chocolate, it's still cold.

but yeah, anyway, she's got her full attention on Stiles, his weight on her hips, the feel of his pants as she brushes her fingers over his thigh, and just. you know. really cute boy sharing her personal space. it's still pretty new and exciting for her. ]

Well. You should grab another strawberry, maybe.

Edited 2014-02-11 07:31 (UTC)

[Okay, well, good. She wasn't telling him to get off. And he did have plans to use his hands and get her a little more... naked. So he moved them to her stomach, smoothing over her shirt a few times before slipping those fingers of his up under the edge, one brow lifting as he looked up at her while he did it.]

Maybe we should work on getting a certain very hot redhead undressed.

[ hhhhrkbzztnhguh is roughly the sound that Rachel's brain makes, because okay, he's definitely touched her before, she's kind of way beyond getting nervous over where Stiles' hands might end up, but she wasn't ready for it just yet and it surprised her in a really awesome way. ]

Yuh-I-mean, sure. [ brain. excuse you. ] We could do that. [ she'll even lift up on her forearms a bit so he can push the shirt up, then lift her arms up when she has to. she's totally prepared to do that. big help, that's her ]

[He was eager to get the material off of her, moving with her to pull it up and over her head. Which left her in her bra. She looked good like that and he leaned in to press a kiss to her stomach, knees wriggling down so he could do it comfortably. He loved her belly, loved to kiss it and smell the fact that, yeah, she'd had a shower recently too. He could almost taste the body wash on his tongue when he licked her, grinning.]

Just have to see if it's suitable for strawberries.

Oh. Right.

[ oh. right. that's what he's doing. her hand finds its way into his hair pretty much automatically, not gripping into it, but just scratching lightly at the back of his head. his mouth - his tongue specifically - is seriously not helping with this whole plan of talk things out first, but maybe that's not a bad thing. ]

-- Is it?

Let me double check.

[He loves her hands in his hair, loves the way her nails scratch at his scalp and make him shiver. He kisses around her navel again, licking just outside of it, tongue circling around it and thinking about other things he'd let his tongue circle around.

Yep, he was definitely in a state of arousal now. He kissed her again, looking up while trying to keep his voice light.]

Oh, I'd say that was good enough for a few strawberries.

[ her eyes slip shut with all that circling, a slow breath huffing from her nose. and she's still trying to figure out his plan here, do more than just lay back and try not to whimper too much before they've even done anything, but all she can think to do is reach for the container and push at it until it's down closer to her hip. here, take them. yours. just like her tummy and whatever else he wants. all his. ]

[Well. Okay then. He grabbed one, pulling the leafy cap off it and tossing it in the container before letting it rest on her stomach. The heat of her body started to melt the chocolate, giving Stiles an idea of what he wanted to do.

Grabbing the bottom of it, he used it to start to draw a little heart around her belly button, a chocolate heart smear that he ended by biting the end of the strawberry off, looking down at his handiwork.]

I guess I should clean that up, huh?

[ her fingers do tighten a little bit in his hair when he sets the strawberry down on her stomach because aha, that's cold. just a little bit. eventually she looks down at him again, and it's just in time to watch him draw that heart, her hips squirming a little under him, but otherwise she stays as still as she can. her fingers slide down a bit, brushing over the back of his neck before moving back into his hair again ]

You should.

[ master says so is right there on the tip of her tongue, but she's not prepared for this to turn into another tickling match, so she keeps it to herself. but ah, it's probably in the way she's looking at him again, all do it do it do it ]

[Half the strawberry is gone and he moves up to hold the other half up for her. If/when she takes it, he'll lower his head to kiss her chest, moving down that valley between her breasts until he reaches his artwork.

Then he'll use his tongue to clean up that tasty drawing, licking at her until there's not a trace of chocolate left on her. Licking lower until he's all but nosing at her pants, biting at the edge of them and looking up at her when he does.

Stiles has gone from nervously horny to just plain aroused, wanting to get her naked so he can at least do what he'd done with her before if nothing else. He'd liked that and he wanted to do it again.]

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