[He's just holding her, listening to her heartbeat and feeling the steady thrum of Hale's against his back, taking in that yes, they were okay. Scott was okay; he'd gotten a text from him earlier. Confused, yes, but okay. Void was gone. Good god, he hoped the shit was gone. He couldn't handle having to deal with nogitsune shit on top of all the universes falling to pieces.
But she's doing that cute thing and he's trying not to smile, because this is serious, but he's tipping his face up, laying little kisses against her collarbone, neck, chin as he does.]
You say that, but you don't know, Rach. That thing... It's a really long, loaded story and it's in the past.
What's still bad? The things you don't want to talk about?
[ ..okay maybe that was a little blunt, but she can't figure out how to handle this, figure out what he needs from her right now. the backs of her fingers brush over his cheek before she leans in for a kiss, soft and sweet ]
I think I can either try and help you forget about what's bad, or help you sort through it, talk about it and get some resolution. Otherwise I'm not.. sure what else I can do for you, babe. Whatever you need, I'm here. You just have to give me a little direction.
[He should talk about it. Maybe. But talking meant thinking about it and there were things he wasn't ready to deal with yet. So he just gave her a sort of sad smile and shook his head.]
I just need to not have to think about it for a bit. Is that okay? Can we do that?
Are you asking me to distract you, Stiles? Because I think I can definitely do that.
[ she's not feeling 500% sexy right now, maybe it's all the worrying she was doing, but she's not exactly opposed to shifting things into that direction. she never is. she leans in again to brush her lips over his, really just a brush, letting her bottom lip catch on his top, tongue slipping out for a taste. just a little one. all very tentative and careful, almost sweet. ]
Might have to convince Hale to give us some space, though.
[ she smiles a little too brightly against his mouth at that, maybe a little embarrassed, and she sits back with a huff, reaching up to hold his face again. which she'll never stop doing, ever. just holding his face so she can look right into his eyes, every chance she gets ]
We could cuddle and talk about something else. Maybe if we're feeling crazy later I can draw us a Happy Meal for two. Complete with addicting fries and an action figure of your choice.
[He sometimes felt like she was just tolerating him, putting up with his bullshit and issues because she had to. He had no idea why, but he was still grateful for it.]
[The mood lifted, Hale lifts his head up and crawls up Stiles' back, head poking over his shoulder to lick at first his cheek, then Rachel's. Yay, happy. He likes happy. Happy is good.]
You'll have to figure out something for this bum. Like he'd let us eat fries in peace.
[ but she accepts that little dragon kiss anyway, even if it makes her nose scrunch up when she laughs. Hale seems pleased with himself, or maybe just pleased with the situation, who knows. either way, he chirrups and shuts his eyes when Rachel reaches up to rub at the back of his head ]
Maybe we can share our fries with him. Maybe. Or I can draw him up some cheese steak or something. No onions.
[He turned and, yes, he gave the side of the scaly neck a kiss before he moved to try to sit up more on the couch, which got a squawk of protest since now he was moving him away from the scratchy hand.]
We should go upstairs, maybe, so there's more room for everyone. Or- No, wait.
[ she starts to untangle herself from Stiles, moving to get up off the couch. but only after leaning in for one more quick kiss before she stands ]
My notebook's in my room anyway. I'll go get that, and you figure out the seating arrangements for maximum snuggles and eating comfortability. Yeah? I'll be quick.
[ yep just zooming up the steps to get her notebook and a pencil so she can draw them some food. ]
[He gave a sigh of relief as he watched her go. And that would be why he'd love her forever. He could ask her something like that, something anyone else might say no to, and she'd just accept it and go with it. No pushing. No prodding. No accusations or looks or insistence that he 'talk about it'. He would. Later. Maybe. To Derek. He couldn't stand the thought of her looking at him the way he had in the mirror for a while after.
Hale crawled up onto his shoulder properly, tail winding around his neck and nose nuzzling into the hair behind his ear.]
Yeah, yeah. You'll get fed, you big mooch.
[His hand came up to draw the dragon down, pulling him into his lap so he could pet him, fingers trailing over the light scales and giving him a good scratching. He checked for any dry spots or shedding as he did, but Hale just sprawled onto his back, demanding belly rubs with a coil of his tail around Stiles' wrist and an insistent tugging.]
[ Rachel is already doodling as she heads back down the stairs ( slower now, obviously ), drawing up a big heaping bowl of cheese steak for the youngest bottomless pit of their little family. she's pulling the bowl off the page by the time she rounds the couch, placing it down on the coffee table in front of the couch so Hale only needs to hope down to get to it. when he wants. she's sure it won't take long, even if he's busy giving Stiles some lovin' right now. which is great. she's glad he took up the job while she ran upstairs. ]
So, there's that. And what shall I draw us, mon cheri? [ she'll even purse her lips "oo la la" after she says it, tucking her notebook into her elbow like she's a waitress ready to take an order ] Are we really going with Happy Meals? Or should that just be an appetizer to something ..less awful for our stomachs?
[Hale is visibly torn between getting up to eat and getting loves. His neck strains towards the bowl, like he's a little Jedi with little Jedi powers that can somehow work. Nope, no dice, Hale. He lets out a disappointed dragonny sigh, scrambling up and nipping affectionately at Stiles' hand before he's bounding for the table and settling in for meat and cheese. So good... nomnomnom.
Stiles is looking over at him with a grin, then turning that on his very adorable waitress girlfriend.]
I don't know. What do you feel like putting in your mouth.
[ well that makes her laugh. it also makes her slip her notebook from where it's tucked on her arm so she can thwap him on the top of the head with it. ]
See if I draw you any french fries now.
[ said as she's maybe, possibly, attempting to crawl onto his lap. or at least resting her arms over his shoulders and leaning down close. whether or not she climbs onto his lap depends on how much room there is on the couch, how he's sitting, etc etc ]
No milkshakes for Stiles. [ complete with a pout and a shake of her head. nope. none. she's still holding onto her notebook, but now it's behind his head, arms still draped loosely over his shoulders. ] No milkshakes or french fries or chicken nuggets or a cheeseburger or Star Wars action figures that may or may not have been included with your meal ..for Stiles.
[ but does she mean it? really? when she's tucking her pencil into the spiral of her notebook just so she can pull something off the page. something she already drew already before drawing Hale's dinner, something that smells suspiciously like all the food she just listed as a no-go for Stiles ]
-- Wait. No, I said no super Happy Meals for Stiles!
[ like.. she's not the one leaning back so she can hold it between them - a classic Happy Meal box. only it's a little bigger than it should be, because it's totally got more food than a regular happy meal does ]
No? Well, I guess this must be for somebody else then. You? Hale?
[He looked down at the box, grinning at it and sniffing appreciatively.]
Sure does smell pretty good for something that's not for me. Also still missing the milkshake, so I guess it's not for me, because I clearly remember placing an order with a milkshake.
[He leans in and steals a kiss over the top of the box.]
But you never said what kind of milkshake. I'm a waitress, not a mindreader.
[ she could have guessed chocolate, she knows that's a safe bet. but eh. quickly drawing a McDees box was easier when the milkshake wasn't included. she sets the box down between them, sort of balanced on her thigh for now, as she loops her arms back around so she can draw a cup with a thick straw ]
If you were getting a super Happy Meal, which you aren't, which flavor milkshake would you like?
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But she's doing that cute thing and he's trying not to smile, because this is serious, but he's tipping his face up, laying little kisses against her collarbone, neck, chin as he does.]
You say that, but you don't know, Rach. That thing... It's a really long, loaded story and it's in the past.
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[ she stop nudging, for now, in favor of sliding her thumb under his jaw, trying to guide him to look up with an easy press ]
Look at me?
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I love you too, but that... It's still bad, Rach.
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[ ..okay maybe that was a little blunt, but she can't figure out how to handle this, figure out what he needs from her right now. the backs of her fingers brush over his cheek before she leans in for a kiss, soft and sweet ]
I think I can either try and help you forget about what's bad, or help you sort through it, talk about it and get some resolution. Otherwise I'm not.. sure what else I can do for you, babe. Whatever you need, I'm here. You just have to give me a little direction.
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I just need to not have to think about it for a bit. Is that okay? Can we do that?
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[ she's not feeling 500% sexy right now, maybe it's all the worrying she was doing, but she's not exactly opposed to shifting things into that direction. she never is. she leans in again to brush her lips over his, really just a brush, letting her bottom lip catch on his top, tongue slipping out for a taste. just a little one. all very tentative and careful, almost sweet. ]
Might have to convince Hale to give us some space, though.
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I actually, for once, wasn't talking about sex. Maybe we could just... cuddle? Or talk about something else? Or... god, I don't know. Something?
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We could cuddle and talk about something else. Maybe if we're feeling crazy later I can draw us a Happy Meal for two. Complete with addicting fries and an action figure of your choice.
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[He sometimes felt like she was just tolerating him, putting up with his bullshit and issues because she had to. He had no idea why, but he was still grateful for it.]
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[ she, on the other hand, is thrown by the question because what isn't there to be okay with in this situation ]
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[He smiled and slid up a bit, nuzzling against her neck and giving it a kiss before he moved up to nip at her nose.]
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[ she fakes a gasp when he catches her nose, one of her hands moving to rub over it as she leans back a little bit ]
Sharing cuddles and french fries with you is one of my favorite things. Better than letting you eat my nose-
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You'll have to figure out something for this bum. Like he'd let us eat fries in peace.
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[ but she accepts that little dragon kiss anyway, even if it makes her nose scrunch up when she laughs. Hale seems pleased with himself, or maybe just pleased with the situation, who knows. either way, he chirrups and shuts his eyes when Rachel reaches up to rub at the back of his head ]
Maybe we can share our fries with him. Maybe. Or I can draw him up some cheese steak or something. No onions.
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[He turned and, yes, he gave the side of the scaly neck a kiss before he moved to try to sit up more on the couch, which got a squawk of protest since now he was moving him away from the scratchy hand.]
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[ she starts to untangle herself from Stiles, moving to get up off the couch. but only after leaning in for one more quick kiss before she stands ]
My notebook's in my room anyway. I'll go get that, and you figure out the seating arrangements for maximum snuggles and eating comfortability. Yeah? I'll be quick.
[ yep just zooming up the steps to get her notebook and a pencil so she can draw them some food. ]
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Hale crawled up onto his shoulder properly, tail winding around his neck and nose nuzzling into the hair behind his ear.]
Yeah, yeah. You'll get fed, you big mooch.
[His hand came up to draw the dragon down, pulling him into his lap so he could pet him, fingers trailing over the light scales and giving him a good scratching. He checked for any dry spots or shedding as he did, but Hale just sprawled onto his back, demanding belly rubs with a coil of his tail around Stiles' wrist and an insistent tugging.]
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So, there's that. And what shall I draw us, mon cheri? [ she'll even purse her lips "oo la la" after she says it, tucking her notebook into her elbow like she's a waitress ready to take an order ] Are we really going with Happy Meals? Or should that just be an appetizer to something ..less awful for our stomachs?
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Stiles is looking over at him with a grin, then turning that on his very adorable waitress girlfriend.]
I don't know. What do you feel like putting in your mouth.
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I don't count.
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[ well that makes her laugh. it also makes her slip her notebook from where it's tucked on her arm so she can thwap him on the top of the head with it. ]
See if I draw you any french fries now.
[ said as she's maybe, possibly, attempting to crawl onto his lap. or at least resting her arms over his shoulders and leaning down close. whether or not she climbs onto his lap depends on how much room there is on the couch, how he's sitting, etc etc ]
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Are milkshakes out too? Because I could really go for one of those.
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[ but does she mean it? really? when she's tucking her pencil into the spiral of her notebook just so she can pull something off the page. something she already drew already before drawing Hale's dinner, something that smells suspiciously like all the food she just listed as a no-go for Stiles ]
-- Wait. No, I said no super Happy Meals for Stiles!
[ like.. she's not the one leaning back so she can hold it between them - a classic Happy Meal box. only it's a little bigger than it should be, because it's totally got more food than a regular happy meal does ]
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[He looked down at the box, grinning at it and sniffing appreciatively.]
Sure does smell pretty good for something that's not for me. Also still missing the milkshake, so I guess it's not for me, because I clearly remember placing an order with a milkshake.
[He leans in and steals a kiss over the top of the box.]
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[ she could have guessed chocolate, she knows that's a safe bet. but eh. quickly drawing a McDees box was easier when the milkshake wasn't included. she sets the box down between them, sort of balanced on her thigh for now, as she loops her arms back around so she can draw a cup with a thick straw ]
If you were getting a super Happy Meal, which you aren't, which flavor milkshake would you like?
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[A grin and a kiss to her nose.]
If we're going with classic flavors, I wouldn't say no to chocolate.
[She knew him so well.]
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