for a second it looks like she might protest, a half-hearted but getting lost somewhere between her brain and her mouth. all that comes out is a select curse word in Greek, followed by this series of little moans, one that, after a short while, stretches out into something a little needier. and yeah, now there's no hope for his hair not getting tugged a little bit, fingers sliding through it and gripping absently where it's longest at the crown of his head. ]
[Things Stiles likes: Having his hair pulled while eating out his girlfriend. Who knew? He wasn't all gung-ho about pain, but this wasn't pain. This was... well, whatever it was, it felt good. He drew his finger out, hesitating for a moment before he added a second and let them both slip up inside her as he flicked his tongue over her clit again, licking around it and pressing in with his mouth, adding pressure to the lapping.]
[ it's getting to the point where every exhale is a little moan, her body shifting around despite how hard she's trying not to move, not to change anything about how this feels. but it's impossible not to want to move with him, especially once he adds another finger, and she's pretty sure it's making her seem downright desperate, but it feels really, really good ]
Close, close, close- [ there's that familiar ( familiar? yeah, it's starting to be ) tightness low in her belly, almost all at once, before it releases, and the force of it makes her curse, makes her curl up tight before she forces herself to press back into the mattress again. all the while still holding onto his hair. now too tight, but maybe a little tighter than before, yeah. ]
[There was this feeling of outright smug pride when she flexed like that, body curling away from him for a moment. Hah. Ha, ha, ha. Look what he did. He'd made her come. Again. Because that was just what he did now. Made his girlfriend have multiple orgasms.
Oh yeah. He was so smooth.
Smooth and still totally hard and trying not to grind into the bed, but hey, that could be dealt with later. Right now, he was propping himself up on his elbows and giving her a look like he'd just won the gold medal in cunnilingus.]
[ Rachel's just trying to come back down to earth, give her a little bit. she's panting, jaw dropped open and her eyes squeezed shut and her stomach muscles are still jumping a bit even after the fact. okay, so, coming twice within a short period of time is pretty crazy. that's a thing that just happened. it takes her a while to actually think to look down at him again, and it ends up just making her laugh, bright with too much energy considering she can't even move much beyond tapping at his shoulder and sliding the tips of her fingers down his arm a little bit. his mouth is slick and she feels wildly embarrassed over it, though that's probably just because she finds it more sexy than embarrassing ]
I would compliment you on your -- tongue work if I could figure out how to use my brain again. Maybe later.
[ she huffs another breath and tips her head back onto the pillow again, staring up at the ceiling with a bright smile ]
Compliment away. A guy likes to know that he's doing something right. Especially down there.
[Though, to be fair, if you paid attention to things, it was surprisingly easy to find out what did what and where was the best place to nestle in and get cozy at. All a guy needed was a basic understanding of the female anatomy and a little elbow grease. Or, jaw grease. Whatever.
He tried to subtly wipe his face on his arm a little before crawling back up over her body, looking down at his satisfied pile of Rachel.]
Thhyueah- Yeah. I don't think I even need any basis of comparison to confidently say that you're absolutely doing it right. So right. Could not be more right.
[ she feels him moving over her and her hands are everywhere they can reach, sliding up his shoulders then down his back a bit, leg sliding along his body and keeping him from going too far. she makes a quiet sort of groan when she feels him brush the inside of her thigh ]
And the fact that you're turned on by all of this is pretty incredibly hot. [ that's hot, that's hot. she feels like that's all she's been saying today. but oh well. it's true. it's actually pretty great to just openly admit to the things she finds hot about Stiles. which turns out to be a million things, who knew ( everybody. everybody knew. ) ] --Oh, I guess I should mention that you've convinced me into round two, I'm not sure if that was clear or not. [ griiiin ]
[He tried not to make a sound when his dick brushed against her thigh, but her skin was so soft and... god, that felt good. He sort of moved so he was lying over her, propped up on his arm and not quite where he needed to be for a second round.]
You sure? Because I think you just had your second round.
[Though, god, there was this urge just to move up and slide into her like that, right now, just... where he was supposed to be. But no, the condoms were up over her head (nice placement, Rachel, so far to move) and he'd be putting one of those on before anything else happened. Yes.]
[ she grins, tries her best to give him a brow waggle, but it just ends up being one lift. and a smirk. she's sitting up a bit now, pretty much just so she can brush her nose against his, still smiling as she gives him a kiss. one she presses into, moves her hand to the side of his face as her tongue licks into his mouth. he tastes like her and it's a little dizzying, but she doesn't break the kiss for a good while. even then, her face stays right there, looking at him through her lashes ]
And now I want more. [ there's a pause, one she fills by licking her lips ] Maybe just like this? So I can feel you. [ not that she couldn't feel him before, with the condom on, but the fake lubrication and the coolness of it definitely wasn't Stiles. and it's kind of a big deal to ask, but not really, not if with the Native doctors told her was true ] Up to you. Maybe we could- just to start. To see what it feels like. [ she just really, really, really wants him right now, and it's likely making her feel a little bolder, but. ah well ]
[He's sort of smiling into the kiss, letting his tongue lick over hers and sharing that taste that he knew he'd be very, very fond of soon enough, breathing in those warm exhales when they slide past her lips. The question has him tensing, though. Not out of fear or anything negative, but from how badly he wanted to just... lift up and push in. Right now. The intensity of the sudden rush of arousal had him leaving a little wet spot on her blanket (sorrynotsorry), and he looked up at her, eyes dilating a little more than they had before.]
Uh.... are you... sure?
[Because far be it from him to talk her out of it. Being inside her had been... well, it had been fucking amazing, but there'd been that layer, that separation that hadn't quite made it feel right. The idea of just sinking into her, like this, with nothing on...
There was another twitch of his cock and another drop of precome to soak into the sheet.]
[ he might not be trying to talk her out of it, but she thinks for a second he might only be asking to give her a chance to back out and take back the idea, but she nods, slow, laying back again and trying to guide him to follow her. they're already practically there, she's just eager ]
Yes, please. I really want you to. [ she's grinning, but it's all distant, distracted by the curl of nerves and excitement in her gut over the idea ] Just don't, um. Finish. Maybe? If that'll make it seem a little less crazy. [ because she knows it sounds crazy. in the real world where she couldn't draw things to life, it would be crazy. but things are different here. but then there's another wicked grin, her legs moving up around his waist ] When you feel like you're about to come, turn us over. I'll finish you with my mouth. [ YEP definitely suffering from post-orgasm filthymouth right now. it's a rare condition, one that she'll surely be embarrassed over later. but now? not so much. ]
[He groans, head falling down to rest on her shoulder. The images she was putting in his head were dirty and filthy and he loved them. He lifted up a little, moving up to kiss her, body moving enough that when he shifted, his cock lifted and sort of... prodded at her. He wasn't trying to do anything, but the way their bodies were lined up, especially with her legs around him, it was just... almost there.]
You realize that it's not going to be long, right? Like... I'm pretty sure I'm halfway there.
[Probably more than that, and with the idea of not having to wear a condom... it just sort of sparked him closer to the ultimate happy time.]
It's okay. I know it's not about- getting off, but. You already took care of me. So let me take care of you.
[ her voice is a little quieter with that last part, less sexy can i and more genuine. she's slow to loop her arms around her neck, basically doing everything in her power to try and convince him to get comfy ]
[But he wanted to make her come again. It was a stupid want and maybe he was pushing his luck, but it wasn't about trade for trade or orgasm for orgasm. He just liked making her feel good. He liked watching her face when she came, he liked hearing those little sighs and moans... he just liked turning her into a pool of happy.]
I want to get you off. Again. I can... try?
[God, trying not to come in her without a condom on for... yeah, whatever. Like he'd manage more than a few thrusts, but still... he wanted.]
[ she huffs a laugh, but it's not exactly at him ]
I'm not sure another one is in the cards for me anytime soon, that last one.. [ is making her feel all warm and jittery at the same time again ] But I mean. We'll see? I don't know. Still new at this, remember? [ like he's not. but she still gives him a cheeky grin ] Try not to think about it so much. It's going to be awesome no matter what.
[He sort of pushed himself up on his arms, eyes watching her like he was waiting for the big 'NO GET OFF ME' to pop up as he sort of... moved. Upward. Enough that he was sort of pushing against her, just sort of resting there. Resting and prodding.]
[ said with all the frustration and excitement in the world. she nods, all enthusiasm, tries her best not to move even though she just wants to guide him right down over her, into her. all at once. ]
[Even that small prod against her was against warm, wet Rachel and good god on a crutch, he wanted more. He lowered down to his elbows, one knee lifting a little higher to spread her legs a little wider -- oops -- and he was debating on putting a hand down to angle himself right, but that shift had him pressing in, sliding over her, then sort of almost into her. Into the warmth between her lips as he just sort of... hummed.]
God... Rach. You... god.
[Another small press and, oh, hello. That was definitely his cock inside his girlfriend a little bit.]
oh yeah, sex. their brains are sex. and the feeling of Stiles slowly pushing into her, just that little bit, makes it all the more impossible to be eloquent or intelligible. her hands are in his hair again, pushing through it, like she needs the extra contact. she needs more of him, every bit. her fingers drag down his jaw so she can thumb at his lip, all touchy touchy gimme gimme ]
[He's trying to bite at, nip at, suck at her thumb, licking out at it even as he pushes in a little more. Then his head drops down and he groans, biting at her neck instead, sucking a mark into it even as he kisses up to her mouth.]
No, no, no. No way, not nearly as much as I love you. Seriously. So much. Everything. Oh my god.
[ the love you more game. but her face tips to the left as he kisses her neck, a moan louder than she would have liked tumbling out along the way. she feels the path of his kisses, tries to catch her breath before he gets to her mouth, but really that all gets tossed out the window because
she's impatient and excited and so into him and her heels find the back of his thighs, legs pressed along his back, and she pushes, her hips rising to meet the contact. it makes her cry out, but in a much different way than that first time she sunk down onto him, it's rough and dirty and- ]
[He'd been trying to go slow, even though oh my god she felt so damn good. Tight and hot and wet, that third one the one he'd been missing. It slicked things along, made it easier for him to glide in when she just... oh, hello.
He was suddenly buried in to the hilt in her and then -- and then -- dirty word. Rachel said an English curse word and well, hello, that was apparently a button. It was a thing. It was a hot nasty thing that had him pulling out and pressing back in hard and fast, groaning again and biting at her jaw, his arm sliding around her, under her, between her and the bed and lifting her up a little because that angle was better...]
[ tiny bit embarrassed, tiny bit oh gods yes because she really likes hearing that tone from him, whatever it is. it's perfect. her back arches with the guidance of his arm under her, body pressed against his in a new way, one that has him sliding into her just a little bit deeper, more than enough to make her sort of tremble a bit before she gets used to it. she's officially too sensitive now, every little shift and press feels too good. but that's not really anything to complain about, is it? her cheeks are flushed dark, mouth hanging open because she's pretty sure she wouldn't be able to breathe otherwise, right up until she's turning her face in towards his a little more, just so her voice is a harsh whisper against the side of his neck, just below his ear ]
[The sound he makes next is pretty close to a whining whimper, something strained and caught in his throat as he pulls back again, only to thrust back into her with that same hard snap of his hips. God, she felt good. She felt like... like where he was supposed to be. His body was like this vibrating thing, skin hot to the touch, but so was she. God, she was so hot. He could feel the heat coming up off her in a wa-- oh, no. That was him. He had to focus for a moment, keep that heat contained, make sure it didn't slip out as he pumped into her again.]
Just like that. Jesus, Rach, you are so...
Everything. You're sexy and hot and perfect. Love you. Love you so much.
[ she ends up kind of laughing, a bright sound, just because she's so damn pleased right now. it's hard not to express that. she slowly rolls her hips up against his as much as she can, using her legs around him to pull him in closer, a slow rock that just makes her whole body move with his. yeah, she feels it, that sort of this makes sense puzzle-piece feeling about all this. later she'll realize it fits into her fate theory, that it had to be Stiles, it had to be here, like this. at home she had to stay a virgin, so there couldn't have been a Stiles Stilinski there to fall in love with. this was meant to happen, all of it.
but yeah, that's for her to think about later. for now she's just trying not to moan too loud right near his ear, whimpering quietly instead. little ohs that she punctuates with a kiss, every single one. and she notices that heat, for a second, her whole front feels hot, but it passes too quickly for her to worry about it ]
You're crazy. [ perfect. ok. ] But I think I love that about you.
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for a second it looks like she might protest, a half-hearted but getting lost somewhere between her brain and her mouth. all that comes out is a select curse word in Greek, followed by this series of little moans, one that, after a short while, stretches out into something a little needier. and yeah, now there's no hope for his hair not getting tugged a little bit, fingers sliding through it and gripping absently where it's longest at the crown of his head. ]
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Close, close, close- [ there's that familiar ( familiar? yeah, it's starting to be ) tightness low in her belly, almost all at once, before it releases, and the force of it makes her curse, makes her curl up tight before she forces herself to press back into the mattress again. all the while still holding onto his hair. now too tight, but maybe a little tighter than before, yeah. ]
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Oh yeah. He was so smooth.
Smooth and still totally hard and trying not to grind into the bed, but hey, that could be dealt with later. Right now, he was propping himself up on his elbows and giving her a look like he'd just won the gold medal in cunnilingus.]
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I would compliment you on your -- tongue work if I could figure out how to use my brain again. Maybe later.
[ she huffs another breath and tips her head back onto the pillow again, staring up at the ceiling with a bright smile ]
Gods.
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[Though, to be fair, if you paid attention to things, it was surprisingly easy to find out what did what and where was the best place to nestle in and get cozy at. All a guy needed was a basic understanding of the female anatomy and a little elbow grease. Or, jaw grease. Whatever.
He tried to subtly wipe his face on his arm a little before crawling back up over her body, looking down at his satisfied pile of Rachel.]
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[ she feels him moving over her and her hands are everywhere they can reach, sliding up his shoulders then down his back a bit, leg sliding along his body and keeping him from going too far. she makes a quiet sort of groan when she feels him brush the inside of her thigh ]
And the fact that you're turned on by all of this is pretty incredibly hot. [ that's hot, that's hot. she feels like that's all she's been saying today. but oh well. it's true. it's actually pretty great to just openly admit to the things she finds hot about Stiles. which turns out to be a million things, who knew ( everybody. everybody knew. ) ] --Oh, I guess I should mention that you've convinced me into round two, I'm not sure if that was clear or not. [ griiiin ]
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You sure? Because I think you just had your second round.
[Though, god, there was this urge just to move up and slide into her like that, right now, just... where he was supposed to be. But no, the condoms were up over her head (nice placement, Rachel, so far to move) and he'd be putting one of those on before anything else happened. Yes.]
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[ she grins, tries her best to give him a brow waggle, but it just ends up being one lift. and a smirk. she's sitting up a bit now, pretty much just so she can brush her nose against his, still smiling as she gives him a kiss. one she presses into, moves her hand to the side of his face as her tongue licks into his mouth. he tastes like her and it's a little dizzying, but she doesn't break the kiss for a good while. even then, her face stays right there, looking at him through her lashes ]
And now I want more. [ there's a pause, one she fills by licking her lips ] Maybe just like this? So I can feel you. [ not that she couldn't feel him before, with the condom on, but the fake lubrication and the coolness of it definitely wasn't Stiles. and it's kind of a big deal to ask, but not really, not if with the Native doctors told her was true ] Up to you. Maybe we could- just to start. To see what it feels like. [ she just really, really, really wants him right now, and it's likely making her feel a little bolder, but. ah well ]
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Uh.... are you... sure?
[Because far be it from him to talk her out of it. Being inside her had been... well, it had been fucking amazing, but there'd been that layer, that separation that hadn't quite made it feel right. The idea of just sinking into her, like this, with nothing on...
There was another twitch of his cock and another drop of precome to soak into the sheet.]
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Yes, please. I really want you to. [ she's grinning, but it's all distant, distracted by the curl of nerves and excitement in her gut over the idea ] Just don't, um. Finish. Maybe? If that'll make it seem a little less crazy. [ because she knows it sounds crazy. in the real world where she couldn't draw things to life, it would be crazy. but things are different here. but then there's another wicked grin, her legs moving up around his waist ] When you feel like you're about to come, turn us over. I'll finish you with my mouth. [ YEP definitely suffering from post-orgasm filthymouth right now. it's a rare condition, one that she'll surely be embarrassed over later. but now? not so much. ]
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You realize that it's not going to be long, right? Like... I'm pretty sure I'm halfway there.
[Probably more than that, and with the idea of not having to wear a condom... it just sort of sparked him closer to the ultimate happy time.]
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[ her voice is a little quieter with that last part, less sexy can i and more genuine. she's slow to loop her arms around her neck, basically doing everything in her power to try and convince him to get comfy ]
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[But he wanted to make her come again. It was a stupid want and maybe he was pushing his luck, but it wasn't about trade for trade or orgasm for orgasm. He just liked making her feel good. He liked watching her face when she came, he liked hearing those little sighs and moans... he just liked turning her into a pool of happy.]
I want to get you off. Again. I can... try?
[God, trying not to come in her without a condom on for... yeah, whatever. Like he'd manage more than a few thrusts, but still... he wanted.]
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I'm not sure another one is in the cards for me anytime soon, that last one.. [ is making her feel all warm and jittery at the same time again ] But I mean. We'll see? I don't know. Still new at this, remember? [ like he's not. but she still gives him a cheeky grin ] Try not to think about it so much. It's going to be awesome no matter what.
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[He sort of pushed himself up on his arms, eyes watching her like he was waiting for the big 'NO GET OFF ME' to pop up as he sort of... moved. Upward. Enough that he was sort of pushing against her, just sort of resting there. Resting and prodding.]
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[ said with all the frustration and excitement in the world. she nods, all enthusiasm, tries her best not to move even though she just wants to guide him right down over her, into her. all at once. ]
Yes, you really, really should.
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God... Rach. You... god.
[Another small press and, oh, hello. That was definitely his cock inside his girlfriend a little bit.]
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[ what are their brains right now.
oh yeah, sex. their brains are sex. and the feeling of Stiles slowly pushing into her, just that little bit, makes it all the more impossible to be eloquent or intelligible. her hands are in his hair again, pushing through it, like she needs the extra contact. she needs more of him, every bit. her fingers drag down his jaw so she can thumb at his lip, all touchy touchy gimme gimme ]
I love you so much.
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No, no, no. No way, not nearly as much as I love you. Seriously. So much. Everything. Oh my god.
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[ the love you more game. but her face tips to the left as he kisses her neck, a moan louder than she would have liked tumbling out along the way. she feels the path of his kisses, tries to catch her breath before he gets to her mouth, but really that all gets tossed out the window because
she's impatient and excited and so into him and her heels find the back of his thighs, legs pressed along his back, and she pushes, her hips rising to meet the contact. it makes her cry out, but in a much different way than that first time she sunk down onto him, it's rough and dirty and- ]
Fuck.
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He was suddenly buried in to the hilt in her and then -- and then -- dirty word. Rachel said an English curse word and well, hello, that was apparently a button. It was a thing. It was a hot nasty thing that had him pulling out and pressing back in hard and fast, groaning again and biting at her jaw, his arm sliding around her, under her, between her and the bed and lifting her up a little because that angle was better...]
Again. Say it again.
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[ tiny bit embarrassed, tiny bit oh gods yes because she really likes hearing that tone from him, whatever it is. it's perfect. her back arches with the guidance of his arm under her, body pressed against his in a new way, one that has him sliding into her just a little bit deeper, more than enough to make her sort of tremble a bit before she gets used to it. she's officially too sensitive now, every little shift and press feels too good. but that's not really anything to complain about, is it? her cheeks are flushed dark, mouth hanging open because she's pretty sure she wouldn't be able to breathe otherwise, right up until she's turning her face in towards his a little more, just so her voice is a harsh whisper against the side of his neck, just below his ear ]
Fuck, that feels really good. You feel good.
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Just like that. Jesus, Rach, you are so...
Everything. You're sexy and hot and perfect. Love you. Love you so much.
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but yeah, that's for her to think about later. for now she's just trying not to moan too loud right near his ear, whimpering quietly instead. little ohs that she punctuates with a kiss, every single one. and she notices that heat, for a second, her whole front feels hot, but it passes too quickly for her to worry about it ]
You're crazy. [ perfect. ok. ] But I think I love that about you.
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