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[ 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.]

[ she's trying to kiss him back, really she is. all the makings of a kiss are there, but she can't get her lips to do what she wants them too, her mouth falling a bit slack and her breathing a little too heavy. so, it's a tiny bit sloppy, although she keeps holding onto him, hands in his hair, then his neck, then on his shoulders. until eventually she's trying her hand at being bossy again, pressing at his chest to try and get him to lay back, reaching back for his hands so she can hold onto them tightly, then press them down into the mattress as she leans over him. she's crouched down so she can still ( almost ) kiss him for a little while long, but seriously, her arms aren't that strong, and it's easier to lift herself up and lock her elbows so she can really focus on grinding down on him again.

and the angle is a lot different now, makes her toes curl, her bottom lip sucking up between her teeth so she can bite down onto it until she can figure out what she's thinking ]

You feel so perfect. I think I could come like this.

[ ..while doing this, she means, but whatever. this is what she meant before by it being easier to talk a little dirty when she's already turned on. because her hips aren't just rolling against his anymore, as good as it felt to grind against him, now she's got enough room to slide forward a little more than before, just to press back fully onto him again on the roll back. ]

Gods, I'm the luckiest girl in the entire- world. You have no idea-

[ how good he feels inside her, no, he physically could not know how this feels for her. that's correct. ]

[Bossy Rachel was a sexy Rachel and Stiles was pushed back onto the bed, hands held down by her and, okay, yeah, he sort of gave a long moan for that because he was more than okay with being her little plaything for the night. Or the day. Or the night and day. But then she changed it up, started to glide over him and his eyes rolled back in his head, mouth opening to let out an actual curse 'FUCK', his body tense as he fought to keep down the rush of pleasure.]

Rach, babe, I can't... I'm going to if you keep that up.

[He wished it weren't the case, but she felt too good, too everything around him as he fought not to move, breathing a little desperate while he wrestled for control.]

[ she's pretty sure it wouldn't be the end of the world if he came before her, but she's too close to give it up, and her eyes squeeze shut as she tries to think it out. eventually she's letting go of one of his hands, planting it flat on the mattress right next to it, only pausing for a few more rolls of her hips against his before explaining ]

Touch me. [ because that, yeah, that might send her over pretty quick. before there was friction against her clit, but this new angle just doesn't have it. luckily, Stiles is great with his fingers ] Don't tease. [ she grins, bright ] Later, teasing can happen later.

[Oh, hey, look. Free hand. Free hand that went almost immediately to her breast because... boob. No, he would never get over being able to touch them and give him like, two seconds.

...

Okay, three.

But after his quick little fondle, his hand moved down between them, that shaking happening again as he felt the pressure to perform, to make her feel good before he ruined it by being a boy. He bit his lip, trying to focus as his fingers found curls, then slid a little lower. Oh... oh damn. God, she was so wet and, yep, there he was, sliding into her.

Wrong thing to focus on, Stilinski. Right. Okay. Wrist turning, he got his fingers to slide through until -- ah, there it was. That little button that he could circle with fingers or tongue for hours.]

No teasing. Promise.

[ that first touch is like a shock, even though she was anticipating it, she still didn't realize how sensitive everything was at the moment. so she whimpers a little sob, her arms bending a bit before she catches herself. she's pressing back into him a little harder now, less ..bouncing on him and more of a grind again, mostly so she can still move over him without moving too much and messing with the friction his fingers are giving her. man, sex was pretty complicated, when she let herself think about it. maybe it'd get easier.

only one way to find out.

obviously.

they'd just have to keep having lots and lots of sex. ]

[Whimpering? Was whimpering good or bad?

Considering the way she kept moving on him and how she was looking like she did before she came; that strained concentration look with the flushed cheeks and expectant face, he was going to go with whimpering being good. That and the fact she wasn't telling him to stop. Which he would. If she said it.

But she hadn't, so his fingers kept rolling around her, flicking across her clit quickly once or twice before going back to circling it, something that was done semi-erratically as he could feel that building wave of pleasure starting and he tried to keep it off.]

Rach, Rach, babe, I... God, please come soon.

[ she's trying to think of a way to let him know she's close, but she seriously can't even find the words, or any words, besides a little 'mhm' sort of whimper, a nodnodnod as her eyes squeeze shut again. it's almost too much, his fingers moving over her in addition to everything, but that was the point, wasn't it? her knees are pressing hard into his sides now, movements less measured and more sporadic, like she's quickly forgetting how to keep moving when her body is so quickly approaching an orgasm. but then her whole body tenses, makes her sort of cry out because for a second it feels like she's too tight around him to even move, and that's when it all releases at once.

she tries to sit back, at first, press herself down on him as much as possible, but it's impossible to fight the urge to curl up against him, so she does that instead, slowly lowering her upperbody until she's pressed against him, finally letting go of his other hand so she can curl her arms around him, her hips still moving a little bit, but it's completely uncontrolled. she knows she needs to keep- moving- but oh gods, she can't think right now, she just needs a second ]

[She doesn't really need to keep moving, because he sort of lost it as soon as he heard her make that sound and felt her tighten around him to an almost painful level. Almost, but not quite. It was enough to take what little control he had left and toss it out the window, making him take his hand away to grab at her thigh, needing to ground himself as his hips bucked up, body jerking as he came, mouth open and a garbled cry leaving him.

When she moved to lean over him, curl up against him, his arms were around her, one petting over her hair and the other smoothing over her back. He was still breathing heavy, still panting and coming down, but... holy shit. He'd just had sex. With a girl. Like, all the way real sex done and done.

Stiles Stilinski was no longer a virgin. And neither was Rachel. That was... awesome.]

[ she's still not sure what to even say, it's a little intimidating and awesome and overwhelming, how seriously great that felt. still feels, she's still not really over it. she's trying not to pant too much since she's kind of right by his ear, but she's sort of kissing at his shoulder in the meantime, to make up for it.

and hey, at least she gets it now, why Oracles aren't supposed to have sex, she's pretty sure she gets it, at least. she'd never have enough energy or focus to do her job if she was allowed to date and have sex, it would just be so impossible to balance it. her nightmares would never stick with her, because waking up with Stiles there would just make it all to easy to let it go away. it's all coming together now, the logic behind it. or at least, she's pretty sure this is why. Oracles can't afford to fall in love, not if it makes her feel like this. but, her brain's probably just loopy from what just happened, the heightened- everything pulsing though her veins right now.

she's finally coming back down to earth now, at least, which is why she's sitting up just enough to nose at Stiles' cheek, lips lazily dragging over his in an easy kiss before she's smiling. her hair is pretty much everywhere, and she still hasn't fully caught her breath, but it doesn't matter. ]

-- Wow.

[He lifts his hands to pet at her hair, smoothing it down as much as he can, but it just poofs back out, making him smile. He has the goofiest grin to ever grace his face on, smile all but smeared there like cheap lipstick as he looks up at her, eyes still a little glazed but this look of utter adoration there as he looks up at her.]

Yeah, you're pretty wow, Rach.

[He didn't think he could move just then, but he didn't want to go anywhere that wasn't right where he was. Here. With her. Forever. Yeah, he was going to go ahead and sign up for forever.

He knew sex would feel good -- masturbation was great so it only seemed right that sex would be better, but he didn't know how much better it would be. Now he got why Scott hat that dumb look on his face and why he'd give up doing... pretty much everything to go get it on with Allison.]

You are.

[ is now the time to sound like a silly schoolgirl with a crush? yes? oh, okay good. because Rachel's nailing it. she feels giddy, beyond pleased, walking on sunshine and cloud nine, the whole thing. she's kissing him again before she can stop herself, little smooches. all the little smooches for Stiles Stilinski. but then her eyes are flicking up, away from his face, and she sits up a little more before reaching behind him. ]

-- Want another strawberry? I could so go for a strawberry. [ mostly she just wants to feed him a strawberry, but she wants to share it, yeah. he gets the first bite of this one, though. ] Open up.

[He might take advantage of the fact that she was stretching up over him, all but shoving her breast in his face. He lifted up and sucked slowly at her nipple as it brushed over his lips, then lay back with a completely innocent look of 'who, me?' as she dangled the strawberry over his face.]

I would love another strawberry.

[He watched her as he took a bite, having to lick at the bit of chocolate that broke off and tried to escape his lips.]

[ she does end up humming a bit ( because hnn it's impossible to just pretend she can't feel his mouth on her ), but she won't scold him for it, not when she's feeling the need to kiss and lick and bite him all over, too. it's this urge that's right under the surface, barely contained. which might be why she's occupying herself with some strawberry. but then, lifting up also made her remember that, oh yeah, Stiles was still wearing a condom. which was probably awkward, maybe. she can't really feel it. she feels something, but it's not that. ah well, later, they can deal with that later.

she takes a bite of the strawberry herself, even though her eyes are definitely on his mouth because hey, she would have licked up that chocolate- ]

It's a little frustrating how every single thing you're doing right now is turning me on. [ her tone is all how is that even possible, but also still pretty distracted, quiet. she's fine with it. ] Is this how things are going to be from now on? Like just looking at you is going to get me hot and bothered? [ a huff ] Moreso than before, somehow.

Welcome to my world.

[He grinned, licking at his lips again and shifting a little. It felt a little weird, being inside her and sort of, having the condom start to not fit, but he also had this weird thrumming under his skin like he wasn't going to go all the way limp, like he was just going to stay half hard from the fact that he was still inside her.

He was so okay with that.]

Because that's pretty much how I feel every time I'm around you.

Is it? Your world is a dangerous place.

[ clearly dangerous, starting with the dangers of Rachel chasing the path of Stiles' tongue with her teeth, pulling on his lip a bit before kissing him again. and then she's leaning back, just to be a smartass again ]

So like, what happens when you walk by a mirror? You just feel this overwhelming need to get busy with yourself? I can't even imagine.

Oh, look at you being funny.

[He reached up and pulled her back down, nipping at her lips and humming as he turned it into a kiss.]

You, Rachel. You're what gets me hot and bothered. All the time.

Sorry, I can't get passed the idea of you walking by a mirror and just getting all flirty with your reflection.

[ his kiss is returned, but it's invaded by giggles ]

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