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[ 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.]

[ she's pretty quick to lean in and take it in her mouth right from his fingers, only using her hand once she has to make sure the leaves don't find their way in her mouth. she's actually pretty good about keeping her nerves in check while he cleans up the chocolate, even if she does maybe tighten up her stomach with the effort not to move under him, and it's not until she peeks down and sees him looking back up at her from his spot right over the fly of her jeans that she hesitates ]

Tuh- Talking, right, we were going to talk. [ oh gods it is the most obvious thing when Stiles is, um, ready to rock and roll, because it changes the way he looks at her, and just the way he looks, even. all confidence and focus. she knows that look because she knows she gets the same when she's feeling particularly into him, physically, when it shifts from hello cute boy to I need to be doing filthy things to you right now ] You can't get all sexy on me until we talk. At least a little bit.

[He lets go of her pants to grin up at her, more of a grin than anything as he slowly starts to crawl up her body. Before the other day, he might have worried that he'd done something wrong. That he'd messed up somehow and he needed to fix it. Now. But he was getting familiar with that catch in her voice and it went straight through him, adding to the already simmering boil of need he felt.]

Okay. Talking's good. I can talk. What do you want to talk about? The weather? Not bad. Could be better. You did a good job on the strawberries. They're really good. You should come over for dinner again now that Scott's back.

[He kissed his way up her body, talking in between them as he worked upward, biting at her bra when he got to it.]

Talking is good, you're good at it. [ even though that's so not what she meant and he so knew it. but she doesn't interrupt him, not when he's kissing between words, and she's smiling up at her ceiling again until he's there at her chest, and now she'll take full advantage of her hand in his hair, tugging a bit to try and get him up to eye level with her ]

I agree that the weather isn't great, but I'm glad you like the strawberries, and I would also love to have dinner with you guys. [ her free hand totally managed to snag another strawberry while she talked, one she's holding up now ] Another?

[He paused and looked at the strawberry, taking it out of her hands and pulling off the leaves, tossing them away before taking the butt end of it in his mouth and waggling it at her.]

Share?

[It wasn't Lady and the Tramp and there was no meatball, but come on, he was working with what he had, here.]

[ she's still wildly endeared to the offer anyway, nodnodnoding at him before leaning up to very carefully take her end of the strawberry. she bites down slow, not wanting to make it impossible for him to hold onto it, keeping her face right there by his even after she bites off her half and lets the chocolate melt on her tongue. and yes, she should wait until he talks or smiles or something, but she only waits until she's pretty sure he's done chewing and swallowing his half of the strawberry before pressing in for a kiss. all strawberries and chocolate. ]

[He's very quick to chew and swallow, moving in more than happily to kiss her back, licking the chocolate off her lip and deciding that was definitely one of his favorite flavors. Chocolate-strawberry Rachel. Yep. Sign him up for that ice cream flavor, please.]

You taste good.

You kiss good. --well.

[ grammar. she's grinning before she gives him another kiss, uses it to ground herself, in a way, even if kissing Stiles also manages to make her feel both loopy crazy and like she could kick Hera off her throne and become the new queen of Olympus. but no, this time she uses it to preface a point, a very important thing she's been wanting to say. ]

Hey, so. [ it's not a toss-away casual 'hey', but a- get ready for words kind of hey. her voice is quiet, but more certain than she normally is when she's about to ramble. probably because she practiced these words in her head. ] You know that there's nobody else in this crazy city-world-universe-anything I would rather be with than you, you know that right? [ but she doesn't wait for him to answer ] You have to know it, and believe it, and trust it. Trust me. If you really believe me when I say that I think you deserve someone that really cares about you and would stick around no matter what, and that I want to be that girl- that I would do anything to be that girl, then we- That would probably be a good sign. That we're ready.

Edited 2014-02-11 09:02 (UTC)

[He could kiss her all day. Wanted to. He wanted to one day just spend the entirety of it just kissing her in bed, out in the living room, maybe in the shower... oh god, the shower.

But she's talking and he needs to pay attention. Right. Words.

Lots of words, but in that way that says she wants him to get it. So he listens. Because he wants to get it. And through all the weird jumbly talking, he thinks he does.]

Is this your way of saying that even if I'm really bad at this, you'll still love me in the morning?

[No, Stiles, that wasn't what she was saying, but he couldn't help it.]

Are you ready? Because I'm ready whenever you are. I can wait or not. As long as it's you.

[ she shakes her head, a quick little thing, and she's sure he gets it, she's sure he does, but she still reaches up to hold the side of his face, probably looking a little too serious, but ah, she's hardwired to get some serious eye-contact on when she's trying to make someone understand her completely. it was kind of an Oracle thing. ]

I'm totally ready, I want to- more than I've let myself think about. But you have to tell me first, actually tell me, that you know you mean the world to me and there is no chance I'm going to let anything mess this up. That you trust me. [ because maybe that conversation with Santana shook her up in a different way than it shook up Stiles ] You do trust me, right?

[The smile faded just a little around the edges, but he looked down at her, looking into those perfect green eyes and just getting lost again.]

I know, Rach. I trust you.

[He did. He wanted to. He certainly trusted Rachel more than Santana. He didn't think she'd just up and stroll away on him, but hey, if someone better than him came along and really pressed to try to get her...

He just didn't think he had that kind of allure to keep her. Love or not. He'd seen the assholes get the girl too many times to not think that was the way it worked.]

[ there's still some part of her that is geared up and ready to show Stiles how much he means to her, show him and leave zero room for any kind of doubt, but maybe that's a good thing. it's making it really easy to turn those butterfly-nerves into something more productive, something closer to where he was at a second ago. so she's reaching to hurriedly put the strawberries back on the bedside table, out of the way ]

Then let me prove it. [ it's blurted out, a little bit, but her voice is still steady. although now she's sitting up, trying to urge him to switch places with her, all hands and insistent guiding ] I am going to prove it, and you're going to feel so damn loved, and wanted, that you're not even going to know what to do with it all. Because- you're mine, all mine. I need you.

[ and she's maybe already ready to wrap up the talking, yep. because it's getting harder to be eloquent when- ]

And I think we should have sex now.

Prove it?

[That certainly has his interest, even if he doesn't think she has to prove anything whatsoever. But then she's moving and he's being pushed back and they're sort of shifting positions so that he's back on the bed and she's over him and talking like that and he can feel the need to just touch her and hold her and tell her how much she means to him and and--

His heart jumps, stuttering for a second and he swallows thickly.]

Uh... now now? Like, right now? Because... I can do that. I mean, if you're sure. Like, really sure. Because I'm sure. I'm... so very sure.

[And then he remembers as he leans back and feels the crinkle in his pocket.]

I brought things. Like, condom things. For... yeah.

Condoms things? Are those anything like normal condoms, or-?

[ trying to out-smartass Stiles, that is how she'll manage to get her nerves under wraps. it's cheating, it's a tiny bit rude, but well. that's the beauty of falling for a fellow smartass. she doesn't feel all that guilty for teasing him.

it's easy to find her place on top of him, settling on his lap before leaning down over him, hands on the mattress over his shoulders so she can lean down into his personal space, nose nudging his. common sense tells her that anything he brought with him is in his pockets, but oh well. later, they can get them later. ]

I'm really sure, too.

Sort of. They're more for strawberries than, you know, people.

[Reason number eighty-nine why he loved Rachel - smartasses unite.

His hands are on her before she settles, smoothing up her legs over her pants until he reaches her waist, tickling at her skin while she bends over him.]

As long as you're sure. Consider me yours.

[ she gives him a toothy smile, both from his retort and because of his f i n g e r s. which are tickling her a little bit just because she's thinking about when he was tickling her the other day. it's not even an actual reaction to how his hands feel on her skin, it's more of a happy reminder, makes her laugh. gods, who knows. ]

Okay. [ rightright, roger that. totally on the same page here. which is, luckily, a great page to be on. shhhhe's just going to kiss him now, a happy kiss that starts to turn into something a little heavier after just a couple seconds. she just wants to close in on him, in a way, her knees pressing closer to his hips and her arms folding in between them so she can hold his face while they kiss ]

[He's making room for her arms between them by wrapping his around her, running his hands up her back, one losing itself in her hair while the other-- oh, hey there, Rachel's butt. There literally wasn't a part of her body that he didn't love. He especially loved her butt and how it had a little give when he dug his fingers into it.]

[ oh, yep, still fine with his hand on her butt. she rolls her hips forward over his, slow, though it still manages to make her huff a breath into their kiss ( hah, good thing she brushed her teeth before, it just smells like minty chocolate strawberry breath ), like she wasn't prepared for it. and maybe she wasn't, her body tends to just do things without asking her brain first, and it's very possible that the press of his fingers made her rock against him without even thinking about it.

her thumb tucks under his chin just to guide him to tilt his head back, just a little bit, just so she can suck his bottom lip between her teeth and drag them over it. it's not quite hard enough to be considered lip abuse, but it's obvious she's- really into it, just like she's into nibbling pretty much every bit of him. ]

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