[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.]
[ there's some part of her that's thinking "that should hurt", all that grinding. it's different than when she's, you know, female. there's different things in the way, and her junk is pretty unyielding at this point. but it just feels god, it's just the hard friction of Stiles and denim, and some part of her wants to reach between them and figure out how the hell that's working out so well, but the rest of her doesn't care, she just likes it. and she kind of likes that her hands are bigger now, that she can get more of a handful of Stiles' ass. it makes her grin, in a pretty filthy way, a grin that turns into a laugh once his hands go for her boobs and come up empty.
she tips her head back against the door, breaking the kiss, then ends up tipping her face to the side so she can still look at him anyway. with her sort of shimmied down the door a bit, they're eye level now, which is nice. makes it hard not to just rush back in for more kisses, but she's managing. even though her hands haven't stopped pulling him in against her ]
Learning experience, right? [ dumb, well-kissed smile yep ] Now I know I can grind like crazy on you without it hurting. And now you know you don't exactly hate kissing someone of the same sex. ..Sort of. Physically the same sex. [ she's leaning in to steal another kiss, rocks her hips up against his ] That's kinda hot, Stilinski.
[Not that he had anything against guys who wanted to kiss each other. Danny was great and he wished Scott and Isaac the best. His interests just... didn't lie there.]
It's weird because you need to shave. And not your legs, though... those are getting furry too.
[That was payback, sort of, and he was waiting for the hit.]
Ehh, it's similar. I don't think you'd be cool with my junk grinding up against yours if you weren't a little into it. I'm not saying you only like boys now, but. Y'know. Hey.
[ yeah, she'll hit him for that. only... where are her hands? oh yeah. so that earns him a whack on the ass, and she gives him an exaggerated wince after, all "woof, that's gotta hurt". but not really, it wasn't a smack, it was just a wide palm landing on the back of his jeans. but anyway! ]
I don't want to shave. I like being scruffy. You should let yourself get a little scruff, it's hot. [ and there's another quick kiss, one that leads to a bite at his jaw, her head tipping sideways as she tries to tip him against her more, just so she can bury her face against his neck. scruff and all, scratchyscratch ] If I shave, can I go down on you later? [ ah she's mostly just being a jerk, but. well. maybe she's really that horny right now, that's also a very plausible explanation ]
[So maybe he likes the smack on his ass. Stiles has always been pretty submissive when it came to the fairer sex, but it was hard not to want to puff up his chest when he could hear the rumbling tones of a guy so close to his ear.]
Maybe. Though...
[His hands moved to the band of her jeans, tugging her hips in against his and giving a long, slow and intentional grind against her. Mostly because he wanted to but also because he knew how it would affect her.]
Gahhhhaaare you serious? [ she swallows, huffs a breath, leans back again so she can look at him properly ] Really?
[ is it weird that she's thinking about how her mouth is different now? bigger, but only in that her jaw is wider, squarer. she'll even shift her chin left and right for a second, like she has to think of the mechanics of it. ]
Might have to go slow at first. But that shouldn't be a problem.
[ she smirks before she's reaching back with one hand to brace against the door behind her, pushing off with her other hand still holding Stiles like, right there. then she turns them around, doesn't quite slam him back against the door where she was a second ago ( don't want to make too much noise ), but she pushes up against him again pretty quick. only to drop to a knee in front of him.
oh, and she's taller now. which is interesting. that puts her face level with his bellybutton instead of the fly of his jeans, and that's kind of fun because while her hands unzip and unbutton his fly. so she's nosing at him over his shirt, breathing hot on the fabric until she's dragging his jeans and his boxers down his thighs. it all happens pretty fast, but eh, that's okay. especially now because she's going to go slow, like she said. the first thing she thinks it's that it's kind of convenient, being able to wrap her hand around his dick and slowly jerk him off without it being right in front of her face. she can look up and talk to him while she does it! hot.]
Once I get the hang of this, I'm not going to hold back, okay? Can't take our time here, I mean, what with all those people just outside waiting for me to come back.
[ yeah, just in case he forgot they're still at the restaurant. she gives him a smile before she's ducking down a bit, just enough so she can lick at the head of his cock while she moves her hand over him ]
[To be honest, he hadn't been one hundred percent serious, but then they're moving and he's against the door and she's... fuck.
He's looking down at her, trying to see his Rachel in the semi-stranger staring up at him. It feels like cheating and that has his stomach doing something not so cool, but then she's babbling again and it's hard not to see her in that alone. His hand moves to one of the curls, giving it a little tug before there's a hand wrapped around him and his cock is out and then it's in her mouth and--]
Jesus... Rach...
[Right. Quiet. They had people to serve. God, mouths were the best thing ever.]
[ so he had to be quiet, but like hades was she going to make it easy for him. she only licks at him for as long as it takes for his dick to start leaking pre, just something to slick up her hand, make it easy to twist her fist over him with each stroke. this isn't really any different, just in that her palm is wider and her fingers are longer, but whatever. it's the same. it's just as satisfying, in whatever primal way, to watch her fist move over him, feel how hard he is. it's not long before she's taking him in her mouth, just a little bit, enough to move her lips and tongue over him while her hand keeps moving.
and okay, it's really different. her girlygirl mouth was smaller, it was easier to purse her lips tight and really go for it, but it takes her a second to adjust here, like it's her first time trying this again. she uses her tongue more, presses the flat of it against the underside so she can suck him against the roof of her mouth. all very slow though, a building pressure that has her hand slowing down just to make sure she doesn't hurt him somehow. still, the benefit here is that she's sucking a lot harder than she normally does, can fit more of him in her mouth at once. and that's-
that's kind of fun to play with. different pressures, letting her jaw drop more than she normally can let it just to bring him in deeper. yeah, she could get used to this ]
[The sound he makes when she starts to suck at him is part obscene, part pleading, his hand flat against the door and trying not to bang against it. His head does and he bites his lip, toes curling up in his shoes at the feel of her sucking at that so very sensitive part of himself. He looks down, watching her mouth... it's totally different. The scruff is there, for one, the hair is shorter and not in the way and her lips aren't stretching as much as they usually do to fit him in. Which makes him wonder if it's uncomfortable for her the other way -- or this way. Jesus, he doesn't know. He wants to be able to think, but her hand and her mouth are just...
[ oh she should just stick to what she's doing, but- ] -- not sure we're ready for that yet. [ eeheheh see what she did there, since he said "fuck" she said- yeah. anyway. her hand presses down at the base of his cock, holding him still so she can bob her head a bit over him, not letting herself get as messy as she might normally, too much spit is hard to clean up ( although man, they've sure got a lot of napkins in this stockroom ), but she keeps that going long enough that when she pulls off she's sucking in a deep breath, groaning a little bit before she's moving back in again. ]
[His knees are flexing, his hips wanting to rock into that very effective mouth more, but he was keeping still, letting her do all the work. The joke was lame -- LAME, RACHEL --, but he laughed, head falling back again as he let out a pathetic laugh.]
I hate the gods. I hate them so much. You have no idea how much I want to throw you up against this door right now. How much I want to just rip off all your clothes and slide right into you. God, I love when you're wet, you're always so wet for me and it's perfect and tight, Jesus, I just want... I want... fuck--
[He could feel that coiling tension in the pit of his stomach again, letting out a moan.]
[ she braces the heel of her hand against his hip, pressing him back against the door even while her other hand is tugging at his dick, which is a little contradictory but she's sure he won't mind. she's being a little aggressive because he's talking dirty but she can't follow up on it, she can't one-up him right now, and that's so, so frustrating. so she takes it out on him, on how tight her tongue presses against him, the hard suction of her mouth. it's the kind of pressure she might put behind a kiss against his throat, trying to leave a mark. he could tell her to ease off, but she's sure he won't, not if he's feeling as riled up as she is right now. when she pulls back for a breath, her voice is- way wrong, it's almost gravelly in a way ]
Love you, too. Now grab my hair. C'mon, show me how much you like this. Let me feel it.
[ part of her is curious if he'll treat her a little rougher the same way she's treating him. because she's a boy or just because it makes sense that if she pushes a little harder, for him to push back. still, she doesn't wait for an answer, hardly even waits until she's caught her breath, but then she's moving back in to take him into her mouth as deeply as she can, letting her teeth gently graze along the way on the way back again. after that it's back to what she was doing before, sucking hard and squeezing her hand around what doesn't fit in her mouth ]
[The tug on her curl switches to his hand sinking into the smaller group of them, fisting in them and holding as her head bobs, mouth open and little panting gasps falling from it as his other hand moves to her shoulder.]
Want you so bad. Going to keep you in bed for a week when you change back. Tie you down and just keep you there and f- f- fuck..
[His fingers clenched, his head hitting the door hard as he came, a loud, obvious as to what was happening moan leaving him.]
[ yeah, she'd smile if she could, but instead she just focuses on keeping her mouth moving over him, making sure he doesn't move too much that the door rattles. not that it matters anyway, not once he's moaning like that, fucking filthy, and she'd be telling him to shush if she wasn't trying to make sure they didn't make a mess in here.
she lets go of his hip once she's settling back on her haunches, which- ends up making her wince. yikes, jeans get tight across the lap when she's sitting like that. okay, good to know. she also realizes now that she's ridiculously hard, and it's kind of impossible to ignore. which is so, so weird. still, she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand just in case, for propriety's sake, before she lifts up again and works on pulling his pants back up for him ]
Going to hold you to that, you know. A whole week, just me and you.
Tied to the bed. You're not going anywhere. I'll feed you and give you sponge baths.
[Okay, so, maybe he'd needed that. He gave her a lazy post-orgasmic smile before his eyes slid down and-- yep. There was still the indication of a certain someone's still potent arousal. Stiles was by no means a selfish lover. His priorities were always making sure Rachel came at least once. At least, and that was usually when he was too tired to do more. But this was tricky territory. He couldn't return the favor. Not the same way. If she was still a she, he'd have his face buried in her cunt before she'd finished wiping her mouth off. But that was not a vagina. That was definitely a dick. But he knew his way around dicks, right? He could at least...
His hand moved to her hip, his eyes still lazy and satisfied as he smiled at her, then moved that hand so that he was cupping her through the front.]
[ who said crotch grabbing was okay right now? she didn't. not that she didn't like it, on the contrary, it felt freaking awesome. but also like, really weird. right now. this was where it felt actually, truly kind of weird. kissing Stiles was normal, getting Stiles off was normal. Stiles palming her cock through her jeans? not normal. but it's hard to think much beyond pressurepressurefrictionpressure right now, and she barely gets the zip up on Stiles' fly before she's reaching to hold his arm just above the elbow, a waitwait that she can't bring herself to voice ]
You don't have to, I'm good. I mean, I'll figure it out. I haven't gotten off like this, I mean I don't really- know how any of that works right now, for me. [ she leans to rest her forehead against his, groaning a little bit because maybe just him grabbing her feels great, but she isn't sure she can handle much more than that ] I can go to the bathroom and take care of this. I've got tables? Tables you should look at. To. Look- The tables are- customers. [ .............what ]
You sure you want to take care of this all by yourself? You know I can do it for you. Probably faster.
[So maybe a part of him liked the way she reacted to something as simple as him touching her through her pants. Maybe his hand snuck up and pulled at the button of her jeans until it slid free. And maybe his fingers were pulling the zipper down. He was waiting for this massively huge cock to spring out at him and scare him off, figuring if she was taller than him...]
You don't have to figure it out, Rach. Let me do this for you and then we can go see to the tables, okay?
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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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she tips her head back against the door, breaking the kiss, then ends up tipping her face to the side so she can still look at him anyway. with her sort of shimmied down the door a bit, they're eye level now, which is nice. makes it hard not to just rush back in for more kisses, but she's managing. even though her hands haven't stopped pulling him in against her ]
Learning experience, right? [ dumb, well-kissed smile yep ] Now I know I can grind like crazy on you without it hurting. And now you know you don't exactly hate kissing someone of the same sex. ..Sort of. Physically the same sex. [ she's leaning in to steal another kiss, rocks her hips up against his ] That's kinda hot, Stilinski.
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[He poked her in the chest.]
It's not the same and you know it.
[Not that he had anything against guys who wanted to kiss each other. Danny was great and he wished Scott and Isaac the best. His interests just... didn't lie there.]
It's weird because you need to shave. And not your legs, though... those are getting furry too.
[That was payback, sort of, and he was waiting for the hit.]
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[ yeah, she'll hit him for that. only... where are her hands? oh yeah. so that earns him a whack on the ass, and she gives him an exaggerated wince after, all "woof, that's gotta hurt". but not really, it wasn't a smack, it was just a wide palm landing on the back of his jeans. but anyway! ]
I don't want to shave. I like being scruffy. You should let yourself get a little scruff, it's hot. [ and there's another quick kiss, one that leads to a bite at his jaw, her head tipping sideways as she tries to tip him against her more, just so she can bury her face against his neck. scruff and all, scratchyscratch ] If I shave, can I go down on you later? [ ah she's mostly just being a jerk, but. well. maybe she's really that horny right now, that's also a very plausible explanation ]
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Maybe. Though...
[His hands moved to the band of her jeans, tugging her hips in against his and giving a long, slow and intentional grind against her. Mostly because he wanted to but also because he knew how it would affect her.]
Why wait until later?
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[ is it weird that she's thinking about how her mouth is different now? bigger, but only in that her jaw is wider, squarer. she'll even shift her chin left and right for a second, like she has to think of the mechanics of it. ]
Might have to go slow at first. But that shouldn't be a problem.
[ she smirks before she's reaching back with one hand to brace against the door behind her, pushing off with her other hand still holding Stiles like, right there. then she turns them around, doesn't quite slam him back against the door where she was a second ago ( don't want to make too much noise ), but she pushes up against him again pretty quick. only to drop to a knee in front of him.
oh, and she's taller now. which is interesting. that puts her face level with his bellybutton instead of the fly of his jeans, and that's kind of fun because while her hands unzip and unbutton his fly. so she's nosing at him over his shirt, breathing hot on the fabric until she's dragging his jeans and his boxers down his thighs. it all happens pretty fast, but eh, that's okay. especially now because she's going to go slow, like she said. the first thing she thinks it's that it's kind of convenient, being able to wrap her hand around his dick and slowly jerk him off without it being right in front of her face. she can look up and talk to him while she does it! hot.]
Once I get the hang of this, I'm not going to hold back, okay? Can't take our time here, I mean, what with all those people just outside waiting for me to come back.
[ yeah, just in case he forgot they're still at the restaurant. she gives him a smile before she's ducking down a bit, just enough so she can lick at the head of his cock while she moves her hand over him ]
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He's looking down at her, trying to see his Rachel in the semi-stranger staring up at him. It feels like cheating and that has his stomach doing something not so cool, but then she's babbling again and it's hard not to see her in that alone. His hand moves to one of the curls, giving it a little tug before there's a hand wrapped around him and his cock is out and then it's in her mouth and--]
Jesus... Rach...
[Right. Quiet. They had people to serve. God, mouths were the best thing ever.]
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and okay, it's really different. her girlygirl mouth was smaller, it was easier to purse her lips tight and really go for it, but it takes her a second to adjust here, like it's her first time trying this again. she uses her tongue more, presses the flat of it against the underside so she can suck him against the roof of her mouth. all very slow though, a building pressure that has her hand slowing down just to make sure she doesn't hurt him somehow. still, the benefit here is that she's sucking a lot harder than she normally does, can fit more of him in her mouth at once. and that's-
that's kind of fun to play with. different pressures, letting her jaw drop more than she normally can let it just to bring him in deeper. yeah, she could get used to this ]
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It's unfair, is what it is.]
Rach, Rachel, fuck...
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I hate the gods. I hate them so much. You have no idea how much I want to throw you up against this door right now. How much I want to just rip off all your clothes and slide right into you. God, I love when you're wet, you're always so wet for me and it's perfect and tight, Jesus, I just want... I want... fuck--
[He could feel that coiling tension in the pit of his stomach again, letting out a moan.]
Still good. Still good at this, god, love you.
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Love you, too. Now grab my hair. C'mon, show me how much you like this. Let me feel it.
[ part of her is curious if he'll treat her a little rougher the same way she's treating him. because she's a boy or just because it makes sense that if she pushes a little harder, for him to push back. still, she doesn't wait for an answer, hardly even waits until she's caught her breath, but then she's moving back in to take him into her mouth as deeply as she can, letting her teeth gently graze along the way on the way back again. after that it's back to what she was doing before, sucking hard and squeezing her hand around what doesn't fit in her mouth ]
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Want you so bad. Going to keep you in bed for a week when you change back. Tie you down and just keep you there and f- f- fuck..
[His fingers clenched, his head hitting the door hard as he came, a loud, obvious as to what was happening moan leaving him.]
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she lets go of his hip once she's settling back on her haunches, which- ends up making her wince. yikes, jeans get tight across the lap when she's sitting like that. okay, good to know. she also realizes now that she's ridiculously hard, and it's kind of impossible to ignore. which is so, so weird. still, she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand just in case, for propriety's sake, before she lifts up again and works on pulling his pants back up for him ]
Going to hold you to that, you know. A whole week, just me and you.
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[Okay, so, maybe he'd needed that. He gave her a lazy post-orgasmic smile before his eyes slid down and-- yep. There was still the indication of a certain someone's still potent arousal. Stiles was by no means a selfish lover. His priorities were always making sure Rachel came at least once. At least, and that was usually when he was too tired to do more. But this was tricky territory. He couldn't return the favor. Not the same way. If she was still a she, he'd have his face buried in her cunt before she'd finished wiping her mouth off. But that was not a vagina. That was definitely a dick. But he knew his way around dicks, right? He could at least...
His hand moved to her hip, his eyes still lazy and satisfied as he smiled at her, then moved that hand so that he was cupping her through the front.]
Pants a little tight?
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[ who said crotch grabbing was okay right now? she didn't. not that she didn't like it, on the contrary, it felt freaking awesome. but also like, really weird. right now. this was where it felt actually, truly kind of weird. kissing Stiles was normal, getting Stiles off was normal. Stiles palming her cock through her jeans? not normal. but it's hard to think much beyond pressurepressurefrictionpressure right now, and she barely gets the zip up on Stiles' fly before she's reaching to hold his arm just above the elbow, a waitwait that she can't bring herself to voice ]
You don't have to, I'm good. I mean, I'll figure it out. I haven't gotten off like this, I mean I don't really- know how any of that works right now, for me. [ she leans to rest her forehead against his, groaning a little bit because maybe just him grabbing her feels great, but she isn't sure she can handle much more than that ] I can go to the bathroom and take care of this. I've got tables? Tables you should look at. To. Look- The tables are- customers. [ .............what ]
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[So maybe a part of him liked the way she reacted to something as simple as him touching her through her pants. Maybe his hand snuck up and pulled at the button of her jeans until it slid free. And maybe his fingers were pulling the zipper down. He was waiting for this massively huge cock to spring out at him and scare him off, figuring if she was taller than him...]
You don't have to figure it out, Rach. Let me do this for you and then we can go see to the tables, okay?
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