Girls don't work like that! I get turned on when I think of you, but life would be really uncomfortable if females just ...reacted that way just from thinking about it. I mean I need to be in the moment for any of that business to start up.
MY boobies, not other girls' boobies!
You're never AFK you dork it's on your wrist at all times.
[ Rachel lasts approximately twenty-two minutes before she's doing quick spot checks on her two tables ( they're not that busy, it's not meal time ) and then heading straight for the back. she doesn't shove herself into the stock room right away, no, there's some shuffling and second guessing first, but then she remembers that it doesn't matter what body she's in, she's Rachel Elizabeth Dare and Rachel Elizabeth Dare would never let her boyfriend talk about boobs that weren't hers. nosir.
so she pulls the door open, slips inside, and shuts it behind her all in one quick ..woosh. ]
Hi.
[ it's not super cramped in here, there's enough room for a body and the small push cart to take stuff out and restock the shelves, but even with just two bodies in there, right now it feels a little tiny bit tiny. so she stands with her back to the door, one hand still on the doorknob, her thumb brushing over the little button lock without actually pressing it just yet. ]
Have you seriously been thinking about other girls just cause of- this whole thing?
[He'd been wondering how long it would take her to come back. She'd lasted longer than he'd thought. He doesn't look up when she comes in, finishing counting up the rolls of napkins he'd been on before she walked in. When he was done, he looked over, still not quite used to having to look up at her. Him. Goddammit.]
I might let my eyes wander a bit, but I only think of you when I actually think anything. I miss your boobs.
Yeah, so do I, but I haven't been letting my eyes wander because of it.
[ which isn't the same she knows but she's still going to play this up. so she squints at him before she pushes away from the door, and it really isn't the same, walking up to someone all hey sup when you're taller than them, but she's figuring it out as she goes along. she doesn't stop until she's standing right next to him, her fingers reaching out to pull at the hem of that shirt she likes so much. not pulling it off or anything, just fussing with it ]
Sounds to me like someone needs a reminder of who he belongs to.
[He almost backs up when she steps close. He's still not used to this version of her being in his personal space and he has to forcibly remind himself not to move away. He can't stop the almost swat at her hand when she reaches for his shirt.]
I know who I belong to and I'll go back to belonging to that person when there's a pair of boobs to welcome me home.
[ she makes a face when he swats her hand away, all scandalized, but then he keeps talking and there's ..actual genuine scandalizedness on her face ]
You're trying to say you're not mine now? Does that mean I'm not yours either? Because honestly, the being in love and wearing matching rings factor in all of this is throwing me off a little bit here.
This is really confusing for me, Rach. I'm yours still. I just... I'm yours when you're a girl. I mean, it's not like I'm going to go out and find someone new or anything. I'm just... It's... You know what I mean.
[ sooo much frustrating. not entirely the angry kind either, it's really only a tiny bit of that kind of frustration. they rest is- well, yeah. the c'moooon kind, mixed with other stuff. which is why she's reaching for him again, this time her hand moving to the side of his face, stepping around in front of him, making herself fit right there, both hands holding his face now, like she always does ]
Look at me, like, really look. I still look so similar, I still have my predictable green eyes and my ridiculous freckles and my pouty, pouty mouth. Don't I? Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you really can't see me right now.
[He lifted his hands to hers, trying to pull them down. It felt weird to have a guy cupping his face and he couldn't get past the fact that yes, she was most definitely a guy.]
It's not the same. It's... It's you, but it's not you. I can't see you there. I know you're in there, but it's not...
[ it sucks hearing that. it sucks so bad it makes her insides twist and he's reaching for her hands but it's to pull them off of his face and her fingers splay wide as she takes a step away from him, just for a second, all huffing and puffing because what else can she do right now? and some part of her knows she might be asking too much, that it's been what, three months? maybe that's not enough time for someone to see past a huge change like this. but still.
a moment later she's stepping back in again, very much with the ah, fuckit attitude that will one day likely land her in huge trouble, but whatever. her hands are back on his face, this time to tilt his head up so she can lean down and kiss him without leaning too much. not that she's that much taller like this, but it's different, it's a totally different angle than how she usually kisses him. he feels the same and tastes the same and it's kind of breaking her heart because she doesn't know how this is even going to turn out. she has no idea, but she had to try. ]
[Why hadn't his dad given him advice on this, huh? 'What to do when your girlfriend is suddenly a guy?' But no, he'd gotten the sex talk four times, along with conversations detailing the importance of condoms and safe sex and no means no. This had not been covered.
And he's not expecting the sudden step back in and that face moving closer to his until there's lips against his that don't quite feel right. Maybe it's the angle or maybe it's because they're not her lips, but it doesn't have the same effect that it would if she'd been herself.
Then again, it could just be him and his hangups. Who knows? But when she pulls back and gives him that almost hurt look, he can't do it. He can't kick her when she's down because even though he doesn't really get this and it's not really the same, he does love her.]
[ she chews her lip while just.. looking at him for a long moment, her hands moving to his shoulders as she leans back in to nudge her nose against his, and she can't tell if he's just trying to say what he thinks will make her happy or if he means it, if he can actually tell she's still her. but she'll kiss the corner of his mouth, his cheek, the back of his jaw, just like she would normally, but maybe a little slower. careful, like it's the first time she's trying this stuff all over again ]
Please don't tell me maybe unless you mean it. [ her lips press behind his ear, that lucky spot she always seems to go after when she gets a chance ] I miss you.
[The small pecks feel the same, feels like when Rachel did them before and if he closes his eyes, he can almost pretend it's her. That there's not a guy standing in front of him, that he has her back.
Then she has to go and kiss that spot behind his ear, making him suck in a breath, pulse fluttering because apparently guy or not, he still liked having certain spots touched.]
[ it's different - you know, angles wise - but not enough to throw her off, not when she's been craving touchy-time with Stiles for way too long now. so her hands slide from his shoulders to his sides, gripping on like she always tends to, trailing openmouthed kisses down his neck as she pulls him in close. which is.. also very different, it makes it way easier to notice said differences, since usually Stiles is the only one here with the flat chest and wider shoulders and hhhhhips
Rachel has harder hips now, too.
which is what makes her drop her face down to rest her forehead on his shoulder, a groan of whatever kind of frustration sounding low in her throat. like, really low. that wasn't a Rachel groan at all. ]
This is weird, isn't it? I'm a guy and this is weird and I want to kiss you all over but it's not- as the same as I was hoping it would be.
[He shouldn't have, really, but when she said that, when she slumped over and rested her head on him, he let out a nervous laugh, eyes closing as he lifted his hands to rest on her arms, the feeling so completely different from what he was used to.]
So it's not just me, right? Like... it is different. I just... I don't know, Rach. I miss you. I mean, I miss you. I know you're here and I'm glad you're okay and not hurt and I'd lose my mind if you were, but it's almost like you're not all the way here, because...
It's... it feels different. You still smell different and you're taller and--
But I still love you.
[Which felt so weird to say to a guy that wasn't his dad or Scott.]
I so don't smell that different. I've been using the same shampoo. Smell my curls. Smell them, smell them. [ she's still holding onto him, and then she's turning her head and shaking her hair in his face before pulling back with a laugh. and even then it takes her a second to pull her hands back, twisting them up behind her just to keep her from reaching for him again ]
Ugh, I love you too. I'm so in love with you it makes my heart feel like it's going to bust out of my chest just so it can sing about how awesome you are. It's been so not fun not telling you and showing you that every single day. Last month was- impossible, we can't split up again like that, okay? I don't care if we both completely forget everything about ourselves and have screaming nightmares, I'm going to write a note that says "don't leave Stiles' side ever" because it's not worth not getting to see you every chance I get.
[ she sighs, ends up right back in front of him, reaching to hold his face again. which is weird she knows but she feels like she has to ]
One more kiss, please, just one more- [ mmmmmmmmwwwah! ] - to tide me over until I change back, thank you.
[ totally stepping back now, yep, until her back hits the door and she can sort of melt back against it with a stupid dopey smile on her face ]
Gods, you're the cutest boy in the world. And I'm going to do terribly dirty things to you as soon as I'm back in my real b-ody, hey. [ someone's lower half is shifting, almost like she's got a rock in her shoe, only.. not. ] Did I seriously- I think I'm getting hard thinking about that. Is that weird? [ she's definitely laughing, and rubbing the heel of her hand against the front of her jeans. she's not CRAZY TURNED ON, but she's definitely a little hard and that's, apparently, hilarious ] How do you even deal with this, I don't-
[She babbles. She babbles more than he does, rambling on like if she stops talking, she's going to run out of air. So she just keeps going and Stiles is trying to follow along because there's hair in his face and yes, it does smell like hers, but there's still that... boy smell that any girl in the world would tell you is just inherently genetic when it comes to boys.
Then she's continuing with her rambling and he's agreeing with it because being separated from her had sucked harder than a black hole and he never wanted to wake up without her in his arms again. But now... now that would mean waking up with the possibility of extra... things in his bed and temporary or not, he wasn't sure how open he was willing to be in terms of 'things I did with my girl/boyfriend'. He's not Scott and he didn't fall in love with a boy. He fell in love with a girl who was suddenly a boy for an undetermined amount of time. What if it was for a long time? What if they kept her like this for a month? For two? He'd been a fox for a week, which had seemed like forever to him, and there was always the possibility of her leaving. Or him leaving. What if that happened? Would he kick himself for not taking advantage of what he had while he had it?
She was talking again while he was thinking, laughing about something and stepped away from him against the door while he had this inner epiphany.]
Fuck it.
[He stepped up to her, hands going to her face and that felt weird because there was scruff there, but he stopped thinking about that for a moment and just lifted his head up to give her more than just a tepid little conciliatory kiss. He gave her the kind of kiss that he reserved for special 'shut up, Rachel' occasions. He leaned into her, pressing her up against the door and proceeded to attempt to knock her socks off.]
[ her hands move to his wrists almost as soon as he's kissing her, like she's pretty sure any second now he'll pull away and she won't be able to get this back for however long. but he's- kissing her kissing her, and his body's all pressed against hers and it's kind of overwhelming for a second, maybe because she really was convinced they wouldn't do this again for a while.
and the thing about boy-bodies is that they are, for the most part, all flat lines and hard angles. and there's no room for "--wait, is that?" when Stiles has her pinned between his body and the door, and she feels her cheeks go hot because she's definitely- reacting- to being kissed like this- and maybe she lets it go on for a little longer than she should have, but eventually she ..kind of tries check in, make sure this is okay ]
[The boner that is not his own that he can definitely feel pressed up against him. He's trying super hard to ignore it because it's not his boner and he wants to kiss her. But he also... really wants to do other things because Jesus Christ, he was human and a teenager and male and horny twenty-four/seven on a regular basis, but when you put a hot redhead into the mix that he was used to being able to get hot and heavy with... Stiles had pretty much had blue balls for the last few days. And maybe, just maybe, that little bit of friction he got shifting up on his toes to push them together more was worth the odd confusion at feeling something there that shouldn't be there.
God, he wanted to fuck his girlfriend right now. Could the curse be over? Please?
Even through that mini existential crisis, he continued to kiss her, because shut up, Rachel, he was allowed that much.]
[ yep, that's a groan, that's a needy little groan making its way into their kiss, in the press of her tongue against his. his hands slip down his forearms until she's reaching for his sides again, his hips, gripping at his jeans because she has to hold onto something or she's going to lose her mind. gods, that's confusing. outside friction shouldn't feel like he's got a hand between her thighs, but it's kind of like that. and if her feet step apart a bit so she can tug him even closer, it's really not her fault, she really can't be blamed. the door is bracing her weight and when she grips into his jeans she can sort of, well, manhandle him a bit, make it really easy to drag his body forward against hers.
it's something she would do as a girl, it is! only she would be using the door to brace her weight and folding her legs up around his hips, and here he's just shifting down so Stiles doesn't have to be up on his toes. it's the same ..thought process. sort of. same with how her hands, as always, end up sliding back to grab his ass over his jeans
it's what she always does, it's not registering as weird right now, it's just some kind of weird instinct at this point. ]
[What's weird is how this is all wrong and right at the same time. That groan is the completely wrong pitch, but it's the right... length. There's something to it that reminds him of that higher pitched one she makes when he does something that she likes.
What's even weirder is that he has a sudden flash of thinking he could get more of those out of her than ever just by knowing what he was doing with the equipment she had. Sure, he could get her wet and hot when he went at her, but he knew how to work what she was packing. Maybe...
Oop-- hard to think again past the hands on his ass pulling him in, stronger than he's used to but god, that feels so good. He just ruts up against her once, twice, okay more than a few times, his hands sliding over her chest and pausing when there's nothing there to fondle.]
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I like boobies?
Talk later. I have to go count stock in the storeroom. AFK.
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MY boobies, not other girls' boobies!
You're never AFK you dork it's on your wrist at all times.
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Your boobies are the best, but I can't have those. So... maybe I'm noticing other lesser boobies.
I gotta use my hands to move stuff. NO TEXTING. BUSY. AFK. AAAAAAAFK.
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Actually now that I think about it, I don't think I've gotten a boner yet. Is that weird? Is my boy body broken???
:c That is the saddest news. Please stop.
Fine go be AFK. Go count your stock.
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=D
I will. I'm in the stock room now. Call over.
[And he'd just be in the stock room. All alone. Counting stock.]
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so she pulls the door open, slips inside, and shuts it behind her all in one quick ..woosh. ]
Hi.
[ it's not super cramped in here, there's enough room for a body and the small push cart to take stuff out and restock the shelves, but even with just two bodies in there, right now it feels a little tiny bit tiny. so she stands with her back to the door, one hand still on the doorknob, her thumb brushing over the little button lock without actually pressing it just yet. ]
Have you seriously been thinking about other girls just cause of- this whole thing?
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I might let my eyes wander a bit, but I only think of you when I actually think anything. I miss your boobs.
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[ which isn't the same she knows but she's still going to play this up. so she squints at him before she pushes away from the door, and it really isn't the same, walking up to someone all hey sup when you're taller than them, but she's figuring it out as she goes along. she doesn't stop until she's standing right next to him, her fingers reaching out to pull at the hem of that shirt she likes so much. not pulling it off or anything, just fussing with it ]
Sounds to me like someone needs a reminder of who he belongs to.
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[He almost backs up when she steps close. He's still not used to this version of her being in his personal space and he has to forcibly remind himself not to move away. He can't stop the almost swat at her hand when she reaches for his shirt.]
I know who I belong to and I'll go back to belonging to that person when there's a pair of boobs to welcome me home.
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You're trying to say you're not mine now? Does that mean I'm not yours either? Because honestly, the being in love and wearing matching rings factor in all of this is throwing me off a little bit here.
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This is really confusing for me, Rach. I'm yours still. I just... I'm yours when you're a girl. I mean, it's not like I'm going to go out and find someone new or anything. I'm just... It's... You know what I mean.
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[ sooo much frustrating. not entirely the angry kind either, it's really only a tiny bit of that kind of frustration. they rest is- well, yeah. the c'moooon kind, mixed with other stuff. which is why she's reaching for him again, this time her hand moving to the side of his face, stepping around in front of him, making herself fit right there, both hands holding his face now, like she always does ]
Look at me, like, really look. I still look so similar, I still have my predictable green eyes and my ridiculous freckles and my pouty, pouty mouth. Don't I? Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you really can't see me right now.
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[He lifted his hands to hers, trying to pull them down. It felt weird to have a guy cupping his face and he couldn't get past the fact that yes, she was most definitely a guy.]
It's not the same. It's... It's you, but it's not you. I can't see you there. I know you're in there, but it's not...
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[ it sucks hearing that. it sucks so bad it makes her insides twist and he's reaching for her hands but it's to pull them off of his face and her fingers splay wide as she takes a step away from him, just for a second, all huffing and puffing because what else can she do right now? and some part of her knows she might be asking too much, that it's been what, three months? maybe that's not enough time for someone to see past a huge change like this. but still.
a moment later she's stepping back in again, very much with the ah, fuckit attitude that will one day likely land her in huge trouble, but whatever. her hands are back on his face, this time to tilt his head up so she can lean down and kiss him without leaning too much. not that she's that much taller like this, but it's different, it's a totally different angle than how she usually kisses him. he feels the same and tastes the same and it's kind of breaking her heart because she doesn't know how this is even going to turn out. she has no idea, but she had to try. ]
-- Anything?
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And he's not expecting the sudden step back in and that face moving closer to his until there's lips against his that don't quite feel right. Maybe it's the angle or maybe it's because they're not her lips, but it doesn't have the same effect that it would if she'd been herself.
Then again, it could just be him and his hangups. Who knows? But when she pulls back and gives him that almost hurt look, he can't do it. He can't kick her when she's down because even though he doesn't really get this and it's not really the same, he does love her.]
Um... I don't know? Maybe?
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Please don't tell me maybe unless you mean it. [ her lips press behind his ear, that lucky spot she always seems to go after when she gets a chance ] I miss you.
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Then she has to go and kiss that spot behind his ear, making him suck in a breath, pulse fluttering because apparently guy or not, he still liked having certain spots touched.]
I... I mean it.
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Rachel has harder hips now, too.
which is what makes her drop her face down to rest her forehead on his shoulder, a groan of whatever kind of frustration sounding low in her throat. like, really low. that wasn't a Rachel groan at all. ]
This is weird, isn't it? I'm a guy and this is weird and I want to kiss you all over but it's not- as the same as I was hoping it would be.
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So it's not just me, right? Like... it is different. I just... I don't know, Rach. I miss you. I mean, I miss you. I know you're here and I'm glad you're okay and not hurt and I'd lose my mind if you were, but it's almost like you're not all the way here, because...
It's... it feels different. You still smell different and you're taller and--
But I still love you.
[Which felt so weird to say to a guy that wasn't his dad or Scott.]
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Ugh, I love you too. I'm so in love with you it makes my heart feel like it's going to bust out of my chest just so it can sing about how awesome you are. It's been so not fun not telling you and showing you that every single day. Last month was- impossible, we can't split up again like that, okay? I don't care if we both completely forget everything about ourselves and have screaming nightmares, I'm going to write a note that says "don't leave Stiles' side ever" because it's not worth not getting to see you every chance I get.
[ she sighs, ends up right back in front of him, reaching to hold his face again. which is weird she knows but she feels like she has to ]
One more kiss, please, just one more- [ mmmmmmmmwwwah! ] - to tide me over until I change back, thank you.
[ totally stepping back now, yep, until her back hits the door and she can sort of melt back against it with a stupid dopey smile on her face ]
Gods, you're the cutest boy in the world. And I'm going to do terribly dirty things to you as soon as I'm back in my real b-ody, hey. [ someone's lower half is shifting, almost like she's got a rock in her shoe, only.. not. ] Did I seriously- I think I'm getting hard thinking about that. Is that weird? [ she's definitely laughing, and rubbing the heel of her hand against the front of her jeans. she's not CRAZY TURNED ON, but she's definitely a little hard and that's, apparently, hilarious ] How do you even deal with this, I don't-
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Then she's continuing with her rambling and he's agreeing with it because being separated from her had sucked harder than a black hole and he never wanted to wake up without her in his arms again. But now... now that would mean waking up with the possibility of extra... things in his bed and temporary or not, he wasn't sure how open he was willing to be in terms of 'things I did with my girl/boyfriend'. He's not Scott and he didn't fall in love with a boy. He fell in love with a girl who was suddenly a boy for an undetermined amount of time. What if it was for a long time? What if they kept her like this for a month? For two? He'd been a fox for a week, which had seemed like forever to him, and there was always the possibility of her leaving. Or him leaving. What if that happened? Would he kick himself for not taking advantage of what he had while he had it?
She was talking again while he was thinking, laughing about something and stepped away from him against the door while he had this inner epiphany.]
Fuck it.
[He stepped up to her, hands going to her face and that felt weird because there was scruff there, but he stopped thinking about that for a moment and just lifted his head up to give her more than just a tepid little conciliatory kiss. He gave her the kind of kiss that he reserved for special 'shut up, Rachel' occasions. He leaned into her, pressing her up against the door and proceeded to attempt to knock her socks off.]
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and the thing about boy-bodies is that they are, for the most part, all flat lines and hard angles. and there's no room for "--wait, is that?" when Stiles has her pinned between his body and the door, and she feels her cheeks go hot because she's definitely- reacting- to being kissed like this- and maybe she lets it go on for a little longer than she should have, but eventually she ..kind of tries check in, make sure this is okay ]
Mmh?
[ bonerbonerbonerbonerboneryeahIdefinitelyhaveabonernowbabe!!! ]
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God, he wanted to fuck his girlfriend right now. Could the curse be over? Please?
Even through that mini existential crisis, he continued to kiss her, because shut up, Rachel, he was allowed that much.]
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it's something she would do as a girl, it is! only she would be using the door to brace her weight and folding her legs up around his hips, and here he's just shifting down so Stiles doesn't have to be up on his toes. it's the same ..thought process. sort of. same with how her hands, as always, end up sliding back to grab his ass over his jeans
it's what she always does, it's not registering as weird right now, it's just some kind of weird instinct at this point. ]
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What's even weirder is that he has a sudden flash of thinking he could get more of those out of her than ever just by knowing what he was doing with the equipment she had. Sure, he could get her wet and hot when he went at her, but he knew how to work what she was packing. Maybe...
Oop-- hard to think again past the hands on his ass pulling him in, stronger than he's used to but god, that feels so good. He just ruts up against her once, twice, okay more than a few times, his hands sliding over her chest and pausing when there's nothing there to fondle.]
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