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[ 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. ]

[Her mouth... god, her mouth. He loved her mouth. He loved her teeth. He could feel the edge of them over his lip, his hand grabbing her more firmly as he shifted, pressing up against that rocking motion she was starting. God, that felt better. His brain reminded him of the last time they'd done this and how that had ended and how much he'd liked it.

And how often he'd used that for spank bank material. He made a little whine, hand sliding until his fingers caught in her belt loop, tugging on her to get her closer, more naked... pretty much everything that needed to happen because he wanted all of her. Right. Now.]

[ his hips meet the movement of hers, now a steady rock as she gets used to the friction, and there's a sound that comes out of her mouth that sounds something kinda like unh, but it's too soft ( too dirty ) to be called a grunt, too deep to be a whine. she's still learning all the different things he makes her feel, how her body reacts. different actions cause different reactions, who knew. science, right? sexy science. something. Rachel's a little confused when she feels his fingers tug her jeans up by that loop, even though it does add a new kind of friction to the mix. her teeth let go of his lip, pretty much just so she can give him the best kind of curiously amused expression she can emote ]

Whatcha doin'?

Trying to will your pants off.

[It wasn't working, was it...? Nope. Pants were still on. But he grinned up at her, one hand smoothing down to let his thumb graze over the side of her breast.]

Maybe you could, uh, help me with that. Because I think you'd look way better with them off.

Ah, I see. [ she laughs, leaning down for another kiss before she sits back again, taking juuuust a moment to admire the view, because it's a nice view, but then she's shifting back to park her butt between his knees, her legs over his as she leans back to unzip her fly, then pushes her jeans down over her hips. eventually she wiggles out of her jeans, but she doesn't climb back up on his lap just yet. not when it's more appealing to plant her feet by his hips and scoot forward until she's right between his legs, her thighs pushing his apart a little more, pretty much just so she can unzip his fly.

she's trying to be somewhat cute about it, sort of, making sure to sit up straight and not be shy about the fact that she's just in her underwear, but she probably just looks ridiculously eager. she's in the way of actually pulling his pants off just yet, but ah, she ends up getting distracted anyway, pushing his shirt up a little bit and enjoying this new view. boxers visible now that his pants are unzipped, that insanely hot trail of hair just under his bellybutton... ]

One day you're going to let me take pictures of you, just so you can see for yourself why I think you're so hot. [ she leans forward a little more until her hands are pressing against his hips, fingers dragging downwards as she sits up straight again ]

[It was hard not to feel... hot when she looked at him like that. Like she was some greedy kid who'd been shoved in a candy store and told to go wild. He watched her pull her pants off, always happy to see more skin shown from her. He watched her when she went to work on his fly, sucking in a quick breath when her hands were very close to a very happy part of him.

He watched her when she moved her hands up his shirt, pushing it up and giving him that look again that made him feel... special. Hot. Manliest in the most manly of ways.

But he laughed at that, covering his eyes with his arm and shaking his head.]

No, I don't think so. Last thing I need is pictures of me scantily clad out there for my dad to find.

"Out there"? Out where? You really think I'd let anybody else see pictures of you like that? They'd all be locked away, I could start a Stiles stash.

[ though she's joking, yeah, it's there in the way she's saying all of this, even though she still sounds a little distracted, probably because her fingers are tracing back and forth along the waist of his boxers now. it's only once she slides her palm right down the center, over his fly, that she looks back up at him again. it's a little mean to grope him through his jeans when they're already working on getting dressed, but maybe she like teasing him when she knows it's going to be worth it ]

I could draw up a Polaroid camera for a little instant gratification, and you could take pictures of me too, if that'd make you feel better about it.

A Stiles stash that can totally be found and could traumatize my father.

[He's grinning back, arm still over his eyes. The grin turns into a groan, teeth catching at his lip as he feels her hand move over him. Yeah, okay, she's a tease. But Jesus, he loved when she teased him. Mostly because he knew that it was actually going to go somewhere. It wasn't just her driving him up the wall so he could go home and make a mess in the shower. Nooo... there were plans tonight. Happy plans.

He peeked out from under his arm, giving her a curious look.]

Yeah? Nudie pics of you? That's pretty tempting, Rach.

Yeah, right? See? [ still with the distracted voice, her eyes on his face ( well his arm covering his face, but he's peeking at her so it's worth watching him ), and her hand rubbing over his cock through the fabric of his boxers. she's moving too slow, probably, but she feels him getting harder against her hand so she's pretty sure that doesn't matter. ] Or I could dress up for you again. [ which she enjoys the thought of way too much, and one day she'll realize that ]

Ugh, I need to just steal you for a whole weekend without any distractions so we can just - [ she huff-growl-hums, eyes squeezing shut for a second, but then she's moving away so she can sit on her knees again, between his legs, grabbing at his pants just above the knee so she can finally start to tug them down. all while continuing on- ] - try anything, everything. Figure out what we like best. And then second best, and third. [ once she's pulling his pants off over each foot, she's finally gone in search of the condom in his pocket, whichever one it's in ( it takes her two tries before she finds it, but ) ] - Whoa. Hello, lifetime supply of condoms. [ no, not really a lifetime, but. smartass. ]

[He's not really the lay back and think of England type, or the lazy shit type that would just let her do all the work. No, Stiles wants to please her, to play with her and have her make those sounds like she did the other day. He wants to wear her out and wear himself out and... and... and he was getting ahead of himself. But it was hard to do anything but let her take his pants off when she seemed to just want to.

And then he was blushing when she pulled out the explosion of condoms (because that was totally what you called a group of condoms, right? Or was it an eruption...?) from his pocket.] I, uh, wanted to be prepared.

And I would really, really like that.

[He was sitting up now, legs parting over the sides of the bed as he reached forward for her, wanting her a lot closer than she was. So he was still a little overdressed with his shirt on, big deal. She was the one that needed to be naked all the time.]

You can draw up whatever you want and I'll watch you model it. And then we can, ah, do all that. Stuff. The finding out stuff. Because I want to know what you like.

You're adorable.

[ she's already moving to crawl back up to him by the time he's sitting up and reaching for her, and yep, she's going to take care of that shirt problem right now, reaching for the hem and tugging it up until she can pull it off and drop it on the floor by the rest of their clothes. so now she's moving to sit down in front of him, feet on either side of his hips again, knees bumping his sides a bit, hands on his shoulders. she kisses his chin before she gives him a real kiss, blowing a stray curl out of her face once she's settled. all this undressing business is tough work. ]

We could do some finding out stuff now, if you want. I like the idea of talking about this stuff with you.

[It's hard not to grin at that, hand coming up to push back that curl, tucking it back behind her ear before he steals a quick kiss.]

I like talking about this stuff too, though I can't really help that talking about it alone gets me pretty, uh, worked up. Sitting here like this with you... I'm a little beyond being aroused right now.

[Not that he couldn't think clearly, but he was very aware of that prominent pointing thing in his lap, shifting his legs a little under hers so they were weirdly tangled but not tangled together in this sitting position they were trying.]

I want to talk, I want to do, but I want you to like it. I don't want to do anything you don't like, Rach. Like, ever.

Maybe that's the point. It's way easier for me to talk about this stuff when I'm already- there. And talking about it is kind of a turn on, for me, maybe. --Not just dirty talk, because that can get cheesy, but knowing I can talk to you about this is kinda hot, yeah.

[ even if sitting like this is a little weird, she's actually pretty comfortable. they're close, but not body-to-body laying on each other, which is pretty much the only reason why she's hanging tight in that "really turned on" zone, but still able to talk. it's a fine line to find, and this is a good start, at least. not that she's looking down at his boxers, but it's fine if his arousal is, um, apparent, because hers kind of is too, she's pretty sure, because there's no way her panties aren't a little wet with her arousal by now. and it's different for guys, obviously, but she doesn't really mind any of it. it's embarrassing but in a- fun way.

her hands are rubbing at his shoulders a little bit, absently, eyes staying level with his even though she's pretty sure she's blushing too ]

I'll always tell you if there's something I'm not cool with, you don't have to worry about that. And I don't want you to think you have to hold back just to make sure you don't offend me or something. I like knowing that you're into me as much as I'm into you.

Edited 2014-02-12 05:06 (UTC)

[He laughed, lifting a hand to rub over his face.]

Into you? Really? God, Rach. I was already 'into you' before we even met. And then we did and... well. I kind of tripped and fell all over you and you just sucked me into this Rachel world of awesome that I haven't wanted to leave. I'm so into you, I can't wake up without wondering why you're not next to me and every time something funny happens, I sort of go to tell you, even when you're not there. Into you? I am so much more than into you, Rachel Elizabeth Dare.

[He slid his hands up her arms, gripping the tops of them and trying to tug her in a little closer.]

I'm into, on, under, over, around, and all about you. Totally.

[ oh, Stiles. she's not sure how she hasn't learned when she's left a verbal door wide open for him to stroll through with these really sweet, honest things he wants to tell her, but she hasn't, and it's obvious with how flustered she gets every time he continues on for more than a sentence or so. she moves closer pretty much as soon as his hands are on her arms, which puts them right up against each other, no room for subtlety or "is that-?"s because yeah, it is. bodies being bodies, that's what's going on. and she really loves it. her arms fold around his shoulders, faces close enough for kisses, but she doesn't go for it, not yet, not when she really wants to just nose at his cheek and grin grin grin ]

You need to quit doing that.

[ as in never quit ever, which is obvious from all the smiles and the trying to press closer by letting her feet slide back behind him instead of on either side of him ]

[His hands are moving around her sides, sliding up her back and then down to her butt again (yes, he likes her butt okay?), tugging her in closer as he tries to do the same, feet coming around to rest more on the bed than on the sides of it. He's turning to nuzzle in against her, letting out a soft sight.]

Never. I have you and I'm going to keep telling you how glad I am for that until... well, until always.

[ she squeaks ( it's a bright little hum, but maybe it could've been mistaken for the squeak of a mouse or a happy dragon, sure ) when he pulls her even closer, shutters a breath because oh, now she can definitely feel him, their underwear hardly a barrier at all for either of them. it's all solid warmth and it sends a shock straight up her spine, makes her physically sit up a little straighter. for all the effort she's trying to put into keeping them both occupied and eased into this, she's feeling herself start to lose it again already. she can't really rock up against him when they're sitting like this, but she doesn't hide that she's trying, kind of, her heels pressing into his butt, then a little higher, all in that same effort to get closer, somehow, have to get closer.

her lips brush his again, but it's just the first stop in a trail of little kisses along his jaw, one that ends over one of those freckles under his ear ]

I love you, Stiles.

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