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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.

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[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.

[He's smiling because of those little kisses, a needy little sigh leaving him as he feels her heat against him, cock nudging at her through both layers of underwear, pleasure shivering up his spine.]

Love you too, Rach.

[He did. It might be crazy and fast and too much too soon, but who cared? They were teenagers and the world was ending, all the worlds were ending and he'd found someone who wanted him and who he wanted and screw everything else because all he wanted was to be with her. Sex or not, but god please yes sex. So much sex.]

You are driving me crazy right now.

[Especially with that attempt at rocking against him.]

Just returning the favor.

[ sometimes she catches herself thinking about it, how things about them feel kind of fast. but it's different when it comes to people than it would just any other life thing, with people you can rush and throw all your drachmas into one basket and not think twice because maybe, with some people, you can just know. that it's okay, that you'll be safe. Rachel's always been the type to find reasons to love somebody, in a friendship way at least, and maybe what she felt for Stiles started like that, but it quickly surpassed that habit into what it is now and it didn't shock her or come at her from left field, it just felt- right. the only risk she feels is within herself. falling in love is a pretty scary thing to let yourself go ahead with.

but ah, Stiles makes it really way too easy. ]

Plus maybe I just like driving you crazy.

[ which is her only justification for letting her bottom lip catch on his ear lobe, pulling on it with lip-covered teeth. her feet are on the bed again, but she's using her legs to keep him close, mostly just for more skin against skin contact. each time she tightens her legs and lifts into the pull of his hands, it creates this perfect friction that she can't stop wondering what it would feel like without any clothes on at all. this has to be some kind of sex position, someone must've thought of it before, because it feels too good for it not to be. and maybe it's not a First Time kind of position ( she can picture herself getting tired out pretty quick like this ) but they have to try it at some point, they have to, she's decided. for now she's just trying to remember that she can't just sit her and rut against him all night, she wants more than that. wants to give him more than that. so she reaches behind her for a second to fuss with the hooks of her bra, leaning back to let it slide off of her arms and letting it hit the floor too. join your fellow fallen garment brethren, bra. your time has come. ]

Plus interest?

[It was a bad joke. Bad Stiles. But hey, how was he supposed to think when she was doing that, lifting up against him that way that had her rubbing right over most of his length, trapped even as it was behind the boxers. His hands gripped at her, digging in and trying to pull her closer, like he could just... pop through the clothes and into her. Where he belonged, right? That was his home? Her?

That admission had him laughing, head resting on her shoulder as she did that thing with her teeth that had a shudder moving through him, had him sucking in a breath and about to say something but, oh, hey there. Bye, bra. Screw you. Join the land of the unwanted clothing. No one wants you here anyway.

Hi there, Rachel boobs. They were just as lovely this time as they were the last and maybe one of his butt-grabbing hands was coming up to gently palm one, another shaky breath leaving him as he finally lifted his eyes to hers.]

How are you even real?

[ she knows he's just joking, but- ] Interest is putting it lightly.

[ she curls back up against him pretty quick after her bra comes off, only leaving enough space between them so he doesn't have to move his hand away. she's kind of just focusing on that for a bit, and the occasional push of her hips forward, against his, accompanying her quiet moans now, until his eyes are on hers and she's having another oh blushing silly moment of I have such a crush on you flood through her all at once. ]

Same way you're real, I suppose. Fate just trying to keep the universe balanced, even if we couldn't meet until we got here. [ she leans in to rest her forehead against his, eyes falling shut as she grins ] Like putting us in different worlds could keep me away from you.

Hey.

[He grins, thumb brushing over her nipple as he feels his own cheeks heat.]

I'm supposed to be the sappy romantic here. You just get to revel in my utter geeky adoration.

[His head moved down, lips finding the bend of her neck and kissing it lightly, soft brushes of his lips over her skin, tongue coming out to taste her occasionally, a little nip coming when he reached her shoulder.]

Like how amazingly soft your skin is. And how much I love the way you smell.

[He looked over at her with a grin as he added:]

And taste.

[Oh yeah, Rach. He went there.]

I like sappy romantic-ing at you, you make it easy.

[ aha, no, she still can't handle hearing him talk about her like that gracefully, slipping into a bashful laugh pretty much immediately. her arms are loosening their hold on him just so she can slide her hands over the back of his shoulders, then down his arms a bit before sliding back up, pretty much just so her hand can push through his hair again from the nape of his neck upwards, rucking it all up along the way. ]

See, that's where you're making it hard.

[Poke poke]

I want to be easy for you, but I want to be the one doing all the wooing and sweeping off feet and romantic stuff because you totally deserve flowers and candy and teddy bears and the whole nine yards.

[He groaned when he felt her nails in his hair again, giving a soft kind of growl and biting at her shoulder again.]

And then you do that and I just want to... do things.

We talked about this. [ she still sounds a bit bashful, but the topic does add a little weight to her tone. good weight, the sure of herself kind. ] You can totally woo me and sweep me off my feet without including stuff, you know. [ I'm not her. ] And who says wooing can't be a mutual thing? If I deserve romantic stuff, so do you. You deserve to be told how much you're wanted.

[ which is another thing entirely, something more important than her need to make it very clear that I am not Lydia Martin. she likes that growl though, so she's just going to repeat that rake through his hair just to try and get him to do it again ]

Told and shown. I highly encourage the desire to do things. Doing can be just as romantic as flowers.

[ her legs tighten around him again, using the fact that his legs are stopping him from toppling forward just to lean back, really shift her weight so their lower bodies get all the contact. he's still close enough to kiss, but she's focusing more on the shift of their bodies, yeah ]

[Oookay. That was unfair. How the hell was he supposed to think to make words when she was doing that? The nails in his hair again and the purposeful shift of her body against his... The sound he made wasn't a growl as much as it was an almost pleading sound. He wanted her. Nothing new, really. He wanted her every moment he was conscious, but right now? Right now he wanted her with this intensity that he could feel over every inch of the surface of his skin.]

Do. Do, do, do, do... God, Rach. Let me... or do you want to... I don't know. I don't know just don't stop touching me.

[His teeth nipped harder at her shoulder before he was moving his mouth up to kiss and bite at her neck, keeping them going until he found her mouth again, because he really liked kissing her. He loved the feel of her lips on his and how her tongue did this thing that seemed to move perfectly with his tongue...]

[ she's about to ask what it is she should be letting him do, but then his mouth is on hers again and there's no way she's going to talk through their kiss right now. because seriously, they're just getting really great at kissing each other, and this is one of those kisses that is way too good to interrupt. not that they were ever bad, but the familiarity of it is a total advantage, it's knowing exactly when to nip and lick and tilt her head a little more. he still manages to catch her off guard sometimes, like just now, his timing or- or something, his tongue licks into her mouth at the perfect moment and her jaw drops a tiny bit with a moan, fingers tightening in his hair. hrngh, his tongue. his mouth. his, um, everything. she needs to breathe, but she just breaks that kiss into smaller ones, voice breathy and a little rough when she finally speaks up ]

Nnh, you kiss by the book.

[ shakespeare? shakespeare. ]

There's a book?

[Why the hell did he care about a book? He had a Rachel, and he wanted more of that Rachel. In fact, it was time for him to try to... change their positions. Maybe. They were tangled in this swing-set monkey way that made him unsure of where to lean or how to do it in a way that wouldn't accidentally hurt her or wind up hurting him in a way that would make this impossible to continue.]

Metaphorical.

[ she leans back as she laughs, going right back to just looking at him with the same loopy-gaga crushy face, now with added 'I'm ridiculously excited to have sex with you' bonus features. though it's really more in her actions than her expression, her usual touchy-feely antics getting cranked up a little higher than normal. her fingers slip down to brush along his collarbone, drawing little whorls around each of his freckles on his shoulders. well, they're moles. maybe. she has freckles on her shoulders too, only they're a lot lighter, and they're just- all over. his are cute little things that she can play connect the dots with, which is exactly what she's doing as she tries to read his mind.

oh, yeah she can tell he's thinking about something in particular, but she can't really guess what it is. ..beyond the obvious. she leans in to kiss his neck again, softly ]

What's on your mind?

[His arms wind around her, pulling her in for a hug. Something close and tight and where he can bury his hands and face in her hair and just breathe her in. She smells like girl, like everything feminine bundled up into one sassy little package and it's Christmas morning.

He drops one kiss into her hair, another near her ear, then another closer to her jaw as he moves closer to her lips.]

A lot of things. All of them about you. But... the big one is if I want to keep letting you torment me like this with the potential to, um, arrive a little early, or if I should maybe think about convincing you to get into a more... playable position.

Top. Bottom. Side. I don't care. That's up to you.

[Stiles was just happy to be on the field -- so to speak.]

[ she wants to make a joke about "no! no arriving early!" but she's sure he won't, and she doesn't want to end up putting pressure on him just to make a joke. but her brows do lift up when he says it, which is why it's good he's busy kissing and holding her, yes. ] I'll be on top. To start, at least. [ which she sounds way too excited about, probably, but she likes the idea of being on top. it takes her a second to figure out how to get back to the way they were before, but, it's not that difficult, she just has to scoot back so she can move onto her knees again. which takes a second, but then she's on her hands and knees in front of him, leaning in for a kiss before she's moving forward ]

Lay back.

[Yay, she moved without kicking him somewhere very, very important. He cupped her face, stealing that kiss and turning it into something a little more... more before he starts to lean back when she pushes forward.]

Have I told you how sexy it is when you're pushy? Bossy redheads are the sexiest ever.

[And he wasn't even making a reference to Lydia there, Rachel. That was all for her.

Soon, he was lying on his back, trying to tug her on top of him and hoping that nothing that was sticking up got bent the wrong way by accident.]

Ever, ever?

[ she's trying to be very aware of -parts, how they're situated, because she doesn't want to hurt him or anything, or hurt the chances of this going well for them either. she's trying not to rush any of this, even if she does want to just get right back to kissing because kissing means his eyes aren't wandering and she's not self-conscious but boy it still is really new and intimidating for her to be this undressed in front of somebody. and okay, maybe some part of her really likes knowing that he likes looking, but. still. this is almost just like before, only less clothes, which should mean she's totally prepared for it, but she's kind of not. a thought that gets shoved to the front of her mind all hey wow check out how pretty-much-naked you both are and how awesome it feels to roll your hips over his. yeah, he's turned on, and you're turned on, and now you both know it, super clear as day. there's no denying the level of arousal anymore. hey, how's it going. that's her brain right now.

way into this, but way. too. talkative.

she needs to stop thinking so much.

which is why she doesn't lean down over him just yet, her hands resting on his stomach as she gets comfortable on his lap, maybe, possibly trying to sort out the logistics of being on top. it actually makes tons of sense, if it's.. anything like this, with their underwear still on. she could sit here all day. she kind of wants to. ]

Fortunately enough, I happen to think guys named Stiles are the sexiest ever. So this all seems to be falling in place rather nicely.

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