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Maybe. Maybe not.

[His hand slides down her thigh, then back up it, cupping her ass and giving it a squeeze before he slid his hand back down.]

There's too much that happens for me to just blindly believe in something controlling everything. Too many accidents, too much bad stuff for me to think that someone wants those things to happen.

[His nose nudged hers, pushing at her to lift her face so he could steal another kiss. And then another.]

This one thing? This is a happy accident.

Mm, but it's not like that, it's- Fate is a milestone, it's a fixed point in time. How we get there is up to us, there's nothing controlling that.

[ it's kind of hard to talk about semi-serious stuff when he keeps squeezing her butt ( and she fully allows it ), but she's trying. she likes talking about this, clearly. though she's still eager for each of his kisses, returning them happily. but his last comment makes her shake her head, a little bit, noses nudging ]

Us? Oh no, we're definitely not an accident. An Oracle shows up in a city that strips her of her powers, and thus, her responsibilities, and is quickly introduced to a cute, funny, single guy who understands her right form the start, and makes it impossible for her to stop thinking about him? That right there is fate, my love.

[Yeah, that has him laughing.]

You realize this city is full of single guys, right? And I'll bet there's a bunch who look better without their shirt on than I do. And you, Miss Dare, are not exactly someone that someone else needs a degree in rocket science to figure out. You're just... you.

[His hand is sliding back up to that butt that he can't stop groping, thigh pressing upward a little more because all of this touching was making that part that hadn't quite gone down become suddenly revitalized.]

You have catastrophically missed my point.

[ and she's just pulling in a quick breath as his thigh parts hers a bit more than she can, uh, hide behind, toes curling a bit at the promise of contact. oh, but she's not ready to give up her brain yet!! ]

One, you look great without your shirt on. Two, you get me in a way that a lot of people just wouldn't, right from the start. We have a lot in common, and they're just- relatable things. And it was easy to talk about that stuff like, right away. The crazy makings of our lives back home isn't exactly average first conversation material, and yet. It happened. And three, my whole point was that it wouldn't have mattered if it was a city with only guys, you still would have stood out. [ she gets a little quieter for a second, not quite embarrassed, but almost there ] I didn't exactly have an easy time when I first showed up here, especially when the city sent my friends from home back, but then- There you were, being all you on the network. Right when I needed a friend.

[ she shrugs a little bit, not really sure how much further she can explain it, because yeah. it just makes sense to her. ]

[He paused in his groping (which really, was a herculean feat) and thought about that from her perspective. He'd had a bunch of his friends here, even if they didn't remember they were his friends. And now he had his dad. Yeah, he was pretty much set. Being here alone? Would have sucked beyond belief.]

Being all me? I'm going to take it that's a good thing and not some utterly horrible description of something.

[But he was smiling again, blowing at a strand of hair that was about to slip into her eyes, thigh sliding up just a little itty bit higher.]

You have no idea what it's been like for me with you here. You've just... You've made a lot of things tolerable. Bad things. Good things. You've just... I'm glad you're here. And I want you to stay here for a while. Because I'm not done being addicted to you yet.

Of course that's a good thing. [ what a goober. that's what her face is expressing right now "you are a goober" ] I love you, so obviously- you is a good thing to be.

[ her fingers are sort of scratching lightly at the back of his neck without her really even choosing to do so, just because she's trying so hard not to move her leg that's around him or her hips. he has to know what he's doing, moving his thigh like that. has to. even though he's talking and following her line of conversation, he has to know that moving his leg like that is totally distracting ]

Like I said, I'm not going anywhere.

[Maybe he does know. Maybe he shifts his own hips a little so that that prominent part is now prodding a little at her thigh (hey, it has to poke somewhere), and maybe he's pulling her leg just a little higher.]

You'd better not be.

[Because no, he wasn't done. Not done loving her or getting to know her or losing himself in her, or in touching her, smelling her, tasting that lingering bit of strawberry on her lips as he sucked one into his mouth and nibbled on it.]

[ she whimpers after all that movement, though it sounds like a swoon, almost, a little hhn of surprise that makes her close her eyes and try and sort through it all just so she doesn't lose it all too quickly. her heel digs into the back of his thigh, which is basically right under his butt now, which causes even more friction and closeness, and her hand is gripping the back of his neck, no nails, just a tight grip ]

-- such a tease-

Who's teasing?

[He's sort of... rolling a little, moving to try to shift them so she's more on her back, if she'll let him. He wants to do a little more tasting, a little more playing with his mouth over a body he was just becoming acquainted with.]

I kind of... um, want to... again.

Unless you're... sore? Or not in the mood?

[ she's about to flat out say "Of course I'm in the mood are you crazy" but she thinks better of it, even as she rolls onto her back and brings her other leg up to loosely hook a little lower on his hip, newly freed handing resting on his side ]

Well, I'm definitely not sore. [ making that perfectly clear ] But I might need a little convincing for round two.

[He moves so that he's half between her legs, half outside the one leg, straddling that one thigh of hers a little awkwardly as his erection sort of... presses into her a bit.]

Convincing? And what sort of convincing do you need?

[Because he was down for all kinds of convincing. So down. All the way down. WINK WINK.]

The... sexy kind?

[ she makes a silly face at him, all "I don't know" and "I'm not going to just ask" smushed together into one expression. it's taking a lot of effort to not reach down between them just to touch him, but for now she can try and play it like she's not completely sure if she's interested, sure. she can do this. no touchie. ]

Use your imagination, Stiles.

-- Or your mouth, maybe.

[ that wasn't exactly asking, right? it still makes her blush, though ]

[Oh. His mouth. Yeah, well, he can do that. He can also give her a huge shit-eating grin, licking at the tip of her nose before he starts to wiggle down a bit, kissing along her body as he goes. Yes, he's going to stop and pay attention to those lovely breasts of hers, because boobies.]

I can use both. And if I remember right, this was actually something I was okay at.

[Smug pride laced his voice as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, then let it slide free so he could kiss over the swell of her breast and down along her ribs.]

Oh, shut up. Something you were okay at.

[ 'okay' isn't making her already feel a little jittery, her hands moving to rest on the bed just so it's not as noticeable that she's sort of flexing her fingers just to stop herself from grabbing for him. she can wait. ]

I can't even make a clever comment about how good you are at- I mean, just thinking about it is making me feel jelly-brained.

[There's a soft chuckle, warm breath puffing out against her skin as he looks up at her. It is so amazing to him how easily she can stroke his ego (pun fully intended), how she can have him feeling like he's this totally suave guy who might be able to be considered a lover, with the emphasis on being a decent one.]

How good I am with my mouth? On your body? Because that's partly due to how good you feel and how I like to do things to make you make those sounds.

[He kissed lower still, hands smoothing down along her sides as he wriggled downward, laying out so his feet were off the edge of the bed, half of his legs with them as he settled in between her thighs. He kissed the top of her mound, feeling the brush of curls against his lips as he looked up at her again, hands at her legs as he pet her, touched her, just because he could.]

[ to be fair, it is a little easier than normal to relax even as he kisses down her stomach and looks at her from between her thighs, mostly because sex did actually tire her out a little bit. she's still riding that buzz, so to speak. so when she looks at him, it's with complete adoration, no nerves there, even as every nerve on her body seems to spark and jump once he starts touching her ]

Hey, whatever I can do to help, I'll- do it. You can count on me.

[ sounds, she can make sounds. she can make great sounds. there is a very quiet sort of embarrassed hum when she realizes she's still wet, or is wet again, already. just those light touches make it known to her, more than his thigh between her legs before ]

[He can smell that smell that is very quickly being associated with sex, that 'Rachel's naughty bits' smell that will likely always get him instantly hard from now until the day he dies. He dips his head down to nose at her, feeling the curls against his nose as he kisses a little lower, then a little lower still until he's letting his tongue slide between her lips, that taste on his tongue as his hands grip at her a little harder.]

[ one day she won't whimper at that first lick, that first bit of contact, but today isn't that day. she's not sore, but it does actually feel ridiculously good, the soft pressure of his tongue against her. her hips slowly tilt up, stomach tight, trying to give him more room without moving too much. but, oh, yeah, her hand is definitely moving to cover his on her thigh, just for something to hold onto ]

[He hopes that day is a long away off, because he likes that little sound. He loves the fact that he can get her to make that sound, all by himself. His tongue dips in lower, tasting the way she's slick and wet down by her entrance, licking up to where her clit is nestled away, circling around it again before he seals his lips around her and sucks a little.]

Stiles.

[ all pleasant shock and sheepishness, even though she has no right to feel any of those things, not really. maybe it's the fact that she's thinking about how not too long ago he was fucking her and now his tongue is down there and it's a little bit dirty, even though he was wearing a condom and all that. it's just the principle of the thing. but she moans his name when his mouth finds her clit because that's awesome, she's pretty sure it's going to always be awesome forever. it's different than just the press of fingers ( even though the friction of fingers is a little rougher, which is pretty great, yeah ), it's hot wet heat surrounding the most sensitive part of her all at once and Stiles is really

really

great at it ]

[He hums, drawing it out as he looks up at her, bringing his hand up to let a finger stroke along her lips under his mouth. His tongue flicked over her as he kept her between his lips, his finger sort of... testing whether or not she was okay with him maybe sliding one in there.

The barrier had been breached and now he wanted to keep exploring.]

[ she moans again with that hum, the way she could feel it, holy Hera. lo and behold, Rachel has just discovered the beauty of vibration. but anyway, she notices his fingers pretty clearly, where they are, even with the consistent pressure of his lips, and it takes her a second to realize that oh, yeah, guess that's not really off limits anymore. ]

Try it.

[ she's not sure how a finger is going to comepare to, well, sex, but yeah, hey, try it try it definitely try it. she sounds way too eager for her own good ]

[She better not like the finger more, but he grins quickly as he slips his finger inside, slow and careful, just in case. He sucks her clit, lips letting go of the seal so his tongue can lick broadly over it, first in long, slow strokes, then in quicker little circles.

There's that slick feeling around his finger, his cock sort of... jealous for a minute as it's suddenly warm and wet and... mm.]

[ she can feel his finger, of course she can, but it's seriously nothing compared to what she felt before sliding down onto his cock. she'll mentally scold herself later for not realizing to ask for this before they actually had sex, but for now she's just focusing on how his finger is only making her think of ( ahem ) bigger and better things, which was the point, right? motivation? her leg moves so her thigh is draped over his shoulder, knee bent so most of her weight is in the press of her heel against the middle of his back. it's a little crazy how relaxed she feels, probably, considering he's also managing to wind her up like crazy at the same time. but this is- he's just- she really- ]

Okay, that- that's definitely- a tease.

[ pretty much fully motivated here. but. maybe she's also feeling a little greedy. just a little longer. until- ]

Come up here.

[If Rachel could be proud of one thing, it was that she boosted Stiles' confidence to unknown levels. When she reacted to him like that, when she made those sounds and squirmed against him and he could feel more of that wetness against his finger, along with her inner walls tightening around it, yeah, he was feeling pretty damn pleased with himself and his abilities. Stiles Stilinski; damn good at oral. Thank you, thank you, he'll be here all week.

But he looks up when she tries to get him to come up, grinning and shaking his head, tongue shaking with it as he spared enough time to reply with:]

Not done.

[Then he was back to licking at her, finger pressing a little further inside and cock raging in jealousy.]

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