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[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.

Like, ever, ever. If there was a compilation of the sexiest people through time, bossy redheads would be number one. With your picture right beside it.

[He's lying on his back, looking up at her like she's the only thing in the universe. To him, right now, she is. Sure, there's a part of his brain jumping up and down and doing cartwheels over the fact that 'OMGYESSEXISABOUTTOHAPPENALLTHESEXSEXSEX', but the majority of it is more happy with the fact that whatever sex is happening is happening with Rachel. Not some girl at a party or something quick and dirty that he might maybe feel a little ashamed about after. No, this is with Rachel. And he loves her. Like, really loves her. And she's beautiful and smart and funny and digs him. And he has no idea why, but hey, he's going to roll with it.

Then she just sort of... sits on him. There. Right where they should be, only the damn clothes are still in the way and he sort of... jerks his hips up just a little in mild protest, but he doesn't say anything. The clothes will go when she's ready. When they're ready. So he slides his hands up her thighs, moving them over to find where hers rest on his stomach and just holding them.]

Yeah? Good thing there's only one idiot out there named Stiles, then.

My Stiles. [ ah, holding hands, why didn't she think of that? it actually makes it kind of easier to get cracking on that 'stop thinking so much' plan, especially once she brings one of his hands up to half nuzzle, and half hide behind. a little bit. well, there's no hiding when you're sitting on top of someone, but she's kissing the back of his hand and then keeping it right there even after she stops ]

I'm so nervous, this is- [ she lets out a breath, a literally 'phoo', oh man kind of deal ] I feel like this shouldn't be so easy, like, maybe we're missing something, some kind of obstacle course we're supposed to conquer first before we get to it? [ she kisses his knuckles again ] I've put so much thought into this and now we're like, doing this, and you're so hot and this is so hot and - can we take our underwear off now? [ is that rushing or what. is there some kind of protocol, like, twenty minutes must be spent performing oral immediately before you get to the actual sex-sex? because hey, she wouldn't mind going down on Stiles again, but she also kind of maybe wants to see what this sex thing is all about. she's so ready for it it's making her feel jittery all over. still, she's smiling against his hand, letting her hair cover her face a bit. asking "can we have sex now?" is pretty embarrassing, yeah. ]

Edited 2014-02-13 03:32 (UTC)

[If he'd been thinking properly, he would have remembered that he got back to his aroused state pretty quickly after their last time together, fully hard and ready to go again halfway through going down on her, so he shouldn't really be too worried about firing off too quickly. If he'd been really smart, he would have jerked off in the shower before coming here, but he'd been so nervous and anxious and needy... it hadn't actually crossed his mind.

Which was a first for him. He pretty much always took the opportunity for some alone time in the shower, but today was special.]

I don't know about easy, but this isn't exactly a normal situation, right? I mean, gods, new worlds, giants and all that... kind of hard to go by any book. But I don't think we rushed too much.

[And he meant that, considering Heather had all but jumped on him the second he'd stepped through her door. That was rushing. This... this was just a slow build up and he brought her hand up to his mouth to bite at one of her knuckles.]

I think if we both want it and we're both ready... that's okay. But if you change your mind, like, at all... let me know.

[Another reason her being on top was a good thing. It put her in control and he was more than okay with that.]

But yes. Please take off the rest of your clothes so we can, ah, get down to business.

I'm not going to change my mind. [ that part actually makes her laugh. but the rest of it just has her smiling against his hand, mirror his bite once his teeth catch on her knuckle. ] And that's kind of what I meant - it's easy in that I'm not sitting here questioning everything, or worrying, or doubting this. I'm nervous but it's not a bad kind of nerves. It's easy because I know it's right.

[ because she's not worried about her oath anymore, or anything about home at all, really. how could she when she's got somebody like Stiles here, somebody that she loves and loves her back and drives her crazy? she's not going to change her mind, no. which is why she's wiggling their fingers apart, just so she can lift up and start to push her panties over her hips. she ends up sitting back between his legs again, and oh, she should have just taken off their underwear with their pants before, but oh well. her panties hit the floor, and his boxers follow shortly after, only she pauses before she climbs back onto his lap because she has to tear off one of the condoms from the end of that long strip. which makes her giggle again. ]

You don't mind if I wait a bit before putting this on you, do you?

[ which sounds like she's suggesting one thing, but then she's leaning over him to lick a wide stripe from the bottom to the top of his cock, circling her tongue there, using the pressure of it to keep him in place before her hand moves to cup around his balls. ah, maybe she can't just skip ahead. maybe she needs to tease him with her mouth for a little bit first ]

[It was right -- at least it was for him, and that's why he didn't question it. Sure, there were hormones involved and his rampant need for any sort of naughty contact from someone, but it was still more than that. It was... love. That weird feeling that had crawled into his chest and made a home there and that flared up whenever he looked at her. Yeah, he'd say it was love.]

It's right. You're right.

[Then she's pushing her underwear off and, oh yeah, he's totally staring. Remembering the taste of her on his tongue and those sounds she'd made when he'd licked at her, his cock actually gave a very visible twitch as it was freed, thoughts on her and what he wanted to do to her again.

He does blush a bit when she laughs at the far too ambitious amount of condoms he'd brought, but a guy had to be prepared okay?]

N-no. No, that's... oh my god.

[He'd been about to answer her, but hey, licking a guy's cock was totally a valid reason to forget how to speak, okay? He'd never really played with his balls much, but he might have to start doing that now with how good it felt just to have her touching them.]

[ she peeks up at him, maybe not completely surprised by his reaction ( Stiles is so damn responsive, it's the best ) but the timing of it was enough to make her close her lips for a second and just move her fingers a little bit over his balls, all very slow, like a massage, if calling it a massage didn't make her want to laugh again. but it's like that. ]

Does that feel good?

[ she's quiet again, slowly but surely falling back into the tone of somebody that's quickly abandoning propriety and sweetness in favor of sexsexsex ]

Yes. Oh god, yesyesyes, yes, Rach, god. Good. That's good. Hand...

[His legs were spread since she was sort of kneeling there between them and he tried to thrust up a little, move his hips somehow to make that feeling bigger. More.]

Want... to touch you.

[Because no way was he going to just sit there and let her do that.]

Wait.

[ he said he liked bossy, right? so she doesn't feel so bad for telling him no ( almost no ), her hand getting a little bolder in how it plays over him, until she's leaning down, way down, to replace her fingers her with tongue. it's- tricky, but when she uses her hand a little bit too, it starts to make some sense. her thumb slides up over his cock again, until her palm is smoothing up onto his stomach. just so she can drag her nails back down. maybe a little harder than she might normally, but not enough to really scratch him or leave marks. it's just blunt pressure, one she makes up for by then slowly circling the head of his cock with her thumb. ]

[Wait?

He bit his lip and whined, hands grabbing the bed below him and clutching it as his toes curled. He fought against the need to move, to thrust and pump and fuck, but he could listen.

To her, anyway. He'd try.

And so he waited, lying there breathing heavily as she ran nails over him that had him making an almost pained sound, but not really because he was ridiculously turned on right now and that didn't really hurt. It just made that ball of pleasure rolling around in his stomach throb a little.]

[ she turns her face to kiss his thigh, feeling this need to reward his good behavior, and it should freak her out that she's thinking of him that way, but it doesn't. he's just so open about the fact that he's actually really trying to do what she says, and it only feels right to kind of react in kind, acknowledge it in some way. her fingers curl around his dick, something for him to thrust into every time his hips jerk maybe, though her mouth is taking its time in slowly licking over his balls, then moving to his hips and across his stomach in the meantime. wet, openmouthed kisses. ]

[Screw Apollo, Rachel was clearly the goddess here. Goddess of mouths on balls. He almost couldn't breathe past how hot her mouth felt on him, how his cock jumped up, pushing against her hand and trying to move on its own before that wonderful, amazing mouth moved up (nooooooooooo) and started to kiss along other parts.

He let out the breath he'd been holding, panting, gasping, a little moan slipping out as well as he tried to lift his head and look down at her.]

Are you planning on trying to get me to come before we even start? Because you're about ninety percent of the way there.

[Proven to be true by the small drizzle of precome leaking onto his stomach.]

No, I'm not. It's called foreplay. But I can save it for after. ..After-play? Is that a thing?

[ like he doesn't know, like she's some kind of expert. but she is close enough to notice that precome, and she doesn't hesitate before taking him into her mouth again, just for a second, like she's just trying to clean him up and it might not just end up making it worse. but still, at least now she's opening the condom wrapper, using her teeth, but it's not exactly sexy or anything. she bites off two bits of foil that she has to - fffphph - spit off of her tongue before she manages to tear the strip across the top. she's slow to roll it down on him, kind of quirking a brow at how tight it fits. but that's kind of the point, right. latex. the doctors here told her she can't get pregnant, so thin is actually okay, it's more of a mental barrier for her. protected sex is good sex. at least for the first time.

she grins up at him as she wipes her fingers off on her thigh ( the wrapper wasn't kidding when it said 'lubricated' ), finally crawling up over him again. but she stays on her hands and knees, her curls falling to one side as she leans in for another kiss. because kisses are still the best, even in the final moments before she finally checks in her v-card and takes Stiles' with it ]

Play of any kind is good. I'm totally okay with all play. Pre play, foreplay, after play, during play. Play on.

[He was sort of rambling now because how could he think past her putting his dick back in her mouth? Answer: he couldn't. It was also really hard (haha pun) to get past the way she looked at him when she rolled the condom down over him (oh my god, he was actually wearing a condom. And not just for experimental purposes), the way her hand stroked over him making him lift his hips up into it just a little bit.

Aaaaand then she was crawling over him, looking like some kind of sexy human lioness or something with a mane of red hair that fell over her shoulder, fell onto the bed beside him as he lifted up to kiss her.]

God, I love you.

You, too.

[ which felt like cheating, basically going 'ditto', but kissing is better than talking right now, especially because it's giving her some time to figure out where they're at. like she really needs that much time at all to do so. one of her hands reaches down to slide her fingers over herself, testing that yes, yeah, she's really wet, and actually kind of sensitive right now too. probably all that friction before. but it's perfect, it's- she doesn't- actually know if she's tight or not-that-tight or anything, because of her oath, she never fingered herself, and Stiles always managed to get her off using just his mouth during the few times they tried that, so. it's kind of a mystery to her.

and again she's faced with the fact that her boyfriend is genuinely well endowed ( artistically speaking, at least. you know, proportionally. impressive is a better word than well endowed. anyway ), and it's actually a little intimidating? but she's not too worried. they can take it slow. bodies were literally built for this, it's not like it'd be impossible. so, right. theres all that thinky stuff out of the way, now she's just-

going to shift around a bit until her hips are over his again, and she moves her hand from herself down to hold Stiles at her entrance. or- close to it. she takes a second to just rub him over her folds, a quiet moan making its way into their kiss. she has to shift back just a tiny bit more, but there, okay, that's- lined up. all systems freaking go. almost. ]

Might need to take it slow. [ she sounds almost apologetic, or at least bashful, but, she's sure it might not take her that long to adjust or whatever. she has no idea. she's still pressing little kisses against his lips, but she's more focused on keeping her balance over him, lowering herself really, really slowly onto him. ]

[Stiles could get lost in kissing her. There was a certain point where it was just... perfect. Where the way her lips meshed with his totally consumed him, made him want to keep doing it and licking at her because yes, he was addicted. She was his drug of choice and he wanted to know what an overdose felt like.

And then she was lifting up and almost lowering herself, holding him and moving him against her like that. It felt different with the latex over him, more pressure than any actual sensation, but it was still good.]

Slow? Oh, slow, so slow. Yeah, we can do slow.

[It's why she was on top, after all. He couldn't be sure his arms wouldn't just collapse when he tried or that he'd have any sort of brain function to control himself. So... she got to control it.

His hands went to her hips, sliding up along the curve of her waist and resting back there, holding her just to hold her.]

[ it's a little silly how comforting it is, Stiles' hands on her sides, almost like when they hold hands or when he rubs the small of her back to help her fall asleep. it's silly because she's trying not to whimper and crumble from how good it feels, just the first two or three inches of him stretching her open, but the slide of his hand is enough to smooth her nerves over. she lowers herself about halfway down onto him before she has to stop, her brow creasing up. it doesn't hurt, but she feels really tight. tense. so her eyes shut, and she takes a deep breath, tries to relax through it. ]

I so don't have enough patience for what my body needs right now.

[ she huffs a laugh, because yeah, mentally, she wants to be going to town on him right now. she wants to grind down on him with him buried inside of her completely, but her body is taking its sweet time adjusting to him. she opens her eyes just to watch his face, take in the curve of his lip and the shape of his jaw and how dark his eyes look right now. not quite all pupils, but they're blown wide for her, and she loves it, she loves him. with a deep exhale she lets herself sink down onto him all the way, sitting flat against him, and it makes her whine and tense up a bit, but ugh, ugh- ]

Oh, gods.

[His eyes switch between watching where her body is taking his in and flicking up to her face, watching how she's doing with it. She seems okay, seems to be liking it, if that smile and the flush to her face is anything to go by. His hands are there, still holding her, not pulling or pushing, but just there, because he wants to touch her. He always wants to touch her, even if it's just to curl his fingers in her hair or link their hands together. He just likes to know he can touch her and she lets him. Wants him to. It's a good feeling and one he likes to indulge in.

She stops and he sees the crease in her brow, the concentration and he squeezes her hips, feeling that tight grip of her body around his.]

It's okay, Rach. Take your time. I'm not going anywhere.

[Hell no, he wasn't going anywhere. He was happy right where he was. His breath blew out of him when she just... pushed down like that, but the sound of her whining had him trying to sit up, hands moving to pet over her, stroke her, comfort as he apologized.]

Sorry, sorry. Shhh, it's okay. Don't move or anything. Just... I'm sorry.

[He wished it didn't have to be so uncomfortable for girls the first time. It wasn't fair, really.]

[ she sounds a little out of it, but- ] You don't have anything to be sorry for, it's not like- it's- gods, it's good. So good. All good. Just need to get used to it. [ it literally was just a stretch, and she can already feel this pressure inside of her, it's all newnewnew and her body is just hyperaware of all of it. and honestly, she kind of likes having Stiles right here for right now, her arms circling around his neck again and just holding onto him. she is starting to relax, at least, really relax. the tension in her shoulders starts to sink away, and her hips actually press a little closer to him as the rest of her relaxes too. she purposely clenches around him a bit, just to feel it, and it ends up making her moan quietly against his shoulder ] Yeah- Oh, okay, yeah. [ yeah, that's how this is supposed to feel. that's the rest of that thought, but she doesn't say it out loud because she doesn't want Stiles to think it like hurt or something a second ago. it was just a weird kind of fullness. but now, now it's turning into an awesome kind of fullness. her hips slowly rock against his, kind of the same way they always do, only now he's inside of her and it makes her straight out groan from the feeling ] Stiles.

Good?

[Good was good. Good was great. He could do good. She felt good. Better than good, actually. Hot, always so hot, but now it was this tight heat around him that was inside her and he was trying to maybe not show how much he really liked it. Like, really liked it enough to just want to go sort of crazy like they did in all the really good pornos (this wasn't a porno, Stilinski), but he just slid his hands around her back, trying to ignore the fact that they were shaking a little as he kissed at her neck, biting up along it and just sort of losing himself in her.

Then she clenched on purpose like that and he squeezed her, arms tight around her as he tried to lift up a little, though it was hard to lift up when there was nothing to lever himself with. Just his butt on the bed wishing that he could float.]

Rachel... Jesus...

Yeah.

[ it takes her a second to collect her brain enough to form some thinkythoughts on how to go about this, but at first she just rocks against him again, and again. he doesn't have to move yet, it's actually kind of perfect right now, to start, her position on her knees making it very easy to rock forward and backward. it's not textbook sex, not technically, but grinding kind of counts, right? it's definitely helping her get used to the feel of him inside of her, at least.

and it's kind of a little sexy, too, now that she's pulling herself out of the physical mind-meet-body-and-understand-logistics part of this. now that her body's cooperating, she can focus on how good he feels. and how she's found a slow rhythm in the roll of her hips over his ( some ridiculous part of her is wishing there was music or something for her to move to, but that's both the artsy side of her and maybe the part of her that can't help but think of a porno now, thanks Stiles ), her breathing already starting to go a little rocky ]

Let's upgrade that 'good' to a 'seriously awesome', yeah- [ yeah, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah goddamnit. if she wasn't careful she was going to actually start sounding like a porno, and she refused. no. she would not. she could pretend to act like a porn star while trying to dirty talk, but actually sounding like one during sex wasn't going to happen ]

[She sounded like she actually meant it. Like she wasn't in pain, wasn't just pretending so he wouldn't panic. She was moving and there was this way she breathed that had his stomach tightening, his eyes closing for a minute as he had to fight down that sudden rush of arousal.

But he got it under control. Mostly. He was looking up at her now, hands on her back, keeping her pressed in close to him as he started to try to rock back, to match what she was doing (though it really was just them sort of grinding on each other with him inside her). His eyes were taking in her face, looking at her with that sort of awestruck look because here he was. Stiles Stilinski. Having real actual not-fake sex with a girl. The world had officially ended.

He was kissing her again, trying to cover up how stupid he felt that he couldn't come up with anything to say, couldn't do more than breathe (barely) and just feel the waves of pleasure building up in him.]

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