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[ 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 ]

Only if my name was Jackson Whittemore. So no. I'll save my flirty for you, if you deserve it.

[And now he's going to blow a raspberry against her lips, just because.]

Jackson Who? Should I know a Jackson? Hey, if, what's if me-

[ and then he's doing THAT and she's kind of shocked for a second, because that tickled and made her lips feel all tingly and gods who does that ]

Whyyyyy would you do that-! [ she's kind of laughing, even while she uses the back of her hand to rub at her mouth ]

Because you deserved it. Flirting with myself in the mirror?

[He wanted to roll them over, to lay over her and kiss along her chest, her shoulders, bury his face in her hair, but... he had things he needed to see to first.]

Can I, uh, maybe get up for a minute. To... um...

[Get rid of the condom that may or may not start leaking soon.]

[ laughing at that probably isn't a wise decision on her part, but it's even funnier when he says it. Stiles making kissy faces at a mirror, aah. cute. but anyway, then he's talking again and oh-

oh, right ]

Oh, yeah of course. [ it's a little slow going, but she does eventually lift up on her hands and knees over him, then slides her weight to sit down next to him on the bed instead of over him like she was ]

[Oh, hey, good. It's still on. Probably because he's still half-hard. Which is, of course, her fault. But he's just going to shoot her a sort of embarrassed smile and wriggle his way off the bed, holding it on as he heads for the bathroom -- trying not to think about the fact that she's probably looking at his butt as he does it.

Does he have a good butt? He isn't really up on butt-judging and can't really see his own. God, let him have a good butt.

In the bathroom, he takes care of business, as well as maybe taking the time to take a pee because OH MY GOD PEEING... which is still difficult when he has to push his dick down because it wants to sort of... lift up. No. Bad penis.

But hands are washed and toilet's flushed and he's coming back out, sort of holding his hands in front of him to hide that he's bobbing along like they're just getting started.

Then it's back in bed and he's just going to tug the covers up a little... there... yeah.]

Okay, so... uh... hi.

[ yep, as predicted, Rachel is watching his butt. because it's a nice butt. Stiles has a nice everything, really. nice back, nice shoulders. ( so many freckles!! ) nice butt. she rolls off the bed once he's in the bathroom, making good use of a few tissues to clean herself up a bit. not that there's a mess, but. well. she was really turned on before. still is, honestly. but yeah, so. just going to clean that up before tossing the tissues in the trash and getting back into bed. and oh, right, covers. she pushes them down a bit so she can get under them, but leaves them folded down in case he doesn't want to get under them once he gets back. options! those are good. sure.

she's laying back on her pillows by the time he's walking back into the room, but she curls up on her side again to make room for him, back to just watching because how could she not watch ]

Hi, cutie. [ hope he's cool with her curling up next to him, very much like a slinky kind of cat maneuver, suddenly hey, hi, how are you. chin on his shoulder, her arm looping through his. ]

[He's more than fine with that, arms sliding around her and pulling her in close. Being stared at naked was embarrassing, but having her pressed up naked to him under the covers, well, that was okay. In fact, that was more than okay, if mr pokey was anything to go by.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.]

Hey.

[God, what the hell did he say now? 'Nice sex. Same time next week'? God, he sucked at this. Why did he suck at this? He was fine before this. She hadn't gone running for the hills yet. That was good, right?]

Can we stay like this for a bit?

['Like this' being in bed naked.]

Of course we can.

[ she's definitely feeling snuggly now, for sure. basically she just has to be touching him at all times. her cheek is still squashed to his shoulder, but her free hand is reaching to trace up and down his forearm, over his hand, the inside of his wrist. ]

-- Want to lay down, maybe? [ ahaha, oh, it is a bit awkward, she's starting to realize it too. what do you do after you have sex? snuggling seems like a safe bet. they're doing pretty well with that already. but still, right, what do you say. great job, high five.

although okay maybe she does think they deserve to high five each other. not that she'll actually do it, but still. the thought makes her smile. then she's scooting under the covers a little more, not diving back down into a laying position or anything, but slowly getting there, waiting for him to catch up, join the party. the snuggle party. ]

[How can he say no to that? Protip: He can't. So he's moving under the covers, lying on his side and settling his head on the pillow and reaching over to just... pull her in against him. His Rachel. All the snuggles for him. He didn't mind sharing her with Hale and Cora, but for now, it was just him and he was okay with that.]

I have this really weird urge to say thank you, and I know that probably sounds weird.

[ she's easily lead, letting her legs tangle up with his while her hands get to touchy-touching again, now along his shoulders and chest, a slow brush. she's not even watching what she's doing, she just, apparently, really loves the feel of skin. that's not creepy or anything, she's sure of it. ]

It's alright, I felt the same. Just a little bit. But it was a --mutual exchange, so there's really no need to thank me.

[ all the grins, bright grins everywhere. ]

How about I thank you this time, since you were on the top. Then next time, when I'm on top, you can thank me if it's good. I think that works.

[He was in the same mindset, just letting his fingers trail idly over all the smooth expanse of Rachel skin there to be touched.]

If it's good.

[ she's not agreeing, she's teasing him for his choice in words, complete with a face scrunch up at him ]

I think it goes without saying that anything you and me do together is going to end up being better than good. No matter what it is.

I'm trying not to get an inflated ego about any of this, but yeah, even if it's half as good as what we just did, it'll still be good.

[Another kiss to the frothy mass of curls, his head snuggling into the pillow. Weird that he was feeling like he wanted to fall asleep right now, but also wanted to just... slip back in her. Like maybe she wouldn't notice and he could just drift off inside her.

What was his thought process here...]

But I like inflating your ego. And I'd say we had a great first time, so that's pretty ego worthy.

[ and she apparently likes kissing his neck, too, because she's casually doing that again. they're probably too soft to be all that sexy, but that doesn't stop her from using her teeth a little bit too, tongue dipping into the hollow of his throat just a bit. just a flick, a tiny little taste. ]

That's not even taking into account how attractive you are, that's just my opinion on the actual sex. How good you made me feel. [ she's grinning between kisses, pressing back up along his neck again ] Mmnn, no, if you did develop an ego, it should be because you're way too hot, in like, ninety-nine different ways, for six billion reasons. Hot and attractive and addicting. [ she's shifting back again, pretty much just so they can lay nose-to-nose again ] Which pretty much makes me the luckiest girl in the world.

[Why can't he wipe that stupid smile off his face? Oh, right, because she was being all cute and adorable and sexy and, yup, still naked. His hand smoothed down her back and rested on her butt, mostly because he could rest his hand on her butt. It was his butt now. Property of one Stiles Stilinski. It was a good thing it was a great butt. No trade ins.]

I think you're on what the layman calls an orgasmic high.

No?

[ wait, yes she is. and she knows it. that wasn't what she meant. her nose nudges his as she scrunches hers up, because thinking is hard and requires silly facial expressions ]

Nh, so? You're still hot. And I'm still obsessed with you. [ obsessed, there goes her nose again, scrunching before she laughs ] Maybe I feel this way all the time, I'm just incapable of playing it cool like I can any other time because you're naked in my bed and that makes me feel a little crazy? [ her brows lift, like she's said some remarkably intelligent thing, then- ] How about that.

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