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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...

[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.

So should I just...

[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.]

Yes.

[ 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.

[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.]

You.

[ 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.

[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.

Not going to play that game.

[ 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.

[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...]

Again. Say it again.

Stiles-

[ 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.

[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.

[Okay, enough with the words now. He was going to kiss her, biting at her lip, tongue sliding into her mouth as he tried not to pant too heavily while he set up that hard pace. Hard and fast and... fuck. God, she felt so good. If he got sent home any time after this and they pulled his memories away again, he'd remember this. He'd remember how good she felt, how she tasted, how she sounded with those little ohs near his ear. He'd remember her scent and her smile and everything. Everything about right now would be fused into a part of him that the gods couldn't take away.]

[ if her kissing isn't up to snuff at this point, it's because she's not physically capable of focusing on anything but the feel of him fucking her ( because that's what this is, he's fucking her, and it should make her feel completely vulnerable and overwhelmed, but it doesn't. it just makes her feel a little less bad for the way her nails are bluntly pressing into the space between his shoulder blades, dragging outward ). she's trying, really, her tongue swipes and presses against his when she feels it, lips moving against his, but her attention is all on the rock of their bodies, how she's torn between staying perfectly still and just feeling him thrust into her over and over again, and matching his rhythm so everything feels sharper. so she only does it a couple of times before she has to stop, oversensitive to it all in the best, best way ]

[Like he'd ever complain. He has her there, touching him, under him, feeling like physical perfection and more. She does this thing where she's managed to like, creep inside him, slither in under his skin, into his being until he can't think about breathing or living without her.

He's panting harder now, can't stop it as he keeps that rhythm up until--]

Ah, wait, wait, wait... I need to stop. God, Jesus, f-- I have to stop.

[Because it felt too good and he knew that there was that point coming up just a second or two away where he wouldn't be able to. Where he'd have to keep going because the rush would be on him.]

[ she stills as soon as he starts talking again, nails turning to flat palms, her body relaxing just a little bit. less clingy, at least. she presses a kiss to his cheek, stays right there while she tries very hard to convince her heart to stop hammering like it is in her chest. ] Okay. [ hey, it's really fine by her. it feels good, it feels perfect, but there's no pent up anything right now, she's already let that all go. all she's left with is the desire to make Stiles feel good, do whatever she can for him to enjoy the hell out of this. so when he says he needs to stop, she tries to calm down quick so she can help him follow suit. softer kisses, her hands just smoothing down his back now. ] You're perfect. [ because if he can say it, so can she. although right now she would try to argue her meaning is a little less all-encompassing, more right in this moment, that stopping is perfect and trying out different things is perfect and the two of them right now feels perfect. ]

[He's lifting his head to kiss at her shoulder, along her collarbone, up that smooth pale throat, nipping lightly there and, oops. Looked like she'd have a Stiles' teeth-shaped mark there. Um... yeah, he was okay with that. He could feel the sting on his back where she'd raked her nails over him, knowing she wouldn't be the only one showing signs that there'd been some naughty play going on.

That was so okay with him.

His lower half had stopped, frozen, his cock actually still throbbing and jerking inside her, his body wanting more, all of it, everything... but he managed to keep himself still.]

You... so you, Rach.

[ she doesn't even flinch - the press of his teeth feel completely natural along with everything else she's feeling right now, and it just makes her hum a little bit, even as she has to force herself to not try and look where he just bit her. nah, she can look later.

her body shifts a little bit when she lets her legs relax, finally, heels sliding down somewhere closer to his knees instead of tucked up high on his thighs, and then he ..tries to talk and she laughs ]

What?

[ like he just said some kind of riddle in another language. no comprendo, cutie pie. she presses another kiss to the side of his face, but it's more like- in his hair now, with the way his head is ducked down. oh well. she's fine with kissing his hair, too. ]

I think we should roll over.

[He breathed out a laugh, body still tense as he kissed her throat, then up to her chin, then sucked on her lower lip for a moment.]

Is this your way of saying you like being on top best and I better get used to being a show horse?

[Neigh. She can ride his pony all day lo-- no. He's stopping there. That's a horrible analogy.]

Ah.

[ her head tips back when he catches his lip in his mouth, just to feel the tug of it a little more ]

Not exactly what I had in mind.

[ she was trying to hint at her suggestion before. maybe. ]

I did like being on top, but being under you certainly has its perks too.

[ really, really sexy perks. ]

It's up to you, what- um. What should we do now? What would you like to do.

[ because she doesn't know if he wants to stop the actual sex for good or if he just needed a break or what. so. asking. right. ]

No? Because it's a good idea. You in a cowboy hat... and nothing else.

[He was smirking now, nuzzling against her as he kissed her, generally being the hugest attention suck because it distracted him from the need to keep pumping.]

I probably should turn over. It would be really, really easy to just keep going.

I'm not sure I'd make a great cowgirl.

[ she's laughing again, like she always does around Stiles, just laughing way too much. she's not sure whys he thought it would be different during sexy alone time, but of course it's not. just like any other time, he manages to make her heart feel full and her brain kind of crazy and she laughs and laughs and laughs. she sounds a little tired, but it's more of a- worn out tired than anything else. and only barely, at that.

so there's just a short pause before she's finally sitting up a little bit, just enough start rolling them over, having them switch places. eventually she'll remember to draw herself a bigger bed. eventually. unfortunately, she hasn't yet. so it's a tight tango, one that ends up making her hips move against his more than they have any right to, though she settles on top of him again just for good measure, just to feel him inside her for a little longer ]

You'd be the best cowgirl.

[And he totally meant that, okay?

The shifting shuffling moving twitching rolling thing they did had him seriously doubting his ability to hold on to what tenuous grip on his control he had, but they were finally switched with her over him and him just... gripping her thighs and still panting a little, giving her that 'you torture me and I love it' look.]

[ she's just smiling down at him, her fingers pressing patterns along his stomach, and now she's just going to try and be the most clever person in the world ]

I should probably get off now, huh?

[ complete with a little rock of her hips, her tongue touching the top row of her teeth ]

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