[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?
Oh, now he flatters me, with the sweet smells of fries urging him on.
[ but she's grinning with that kiss, pursing her lips in a silent plea for another kiss, even as she pulls that chocolate milkshake off of the page. but- ]
-- Something's going to spill if we're not careful. I should turn around, I guess. ... Hnn, but, kisses.
[He takes the straw, sipping hard to get a decent mouthful (thick shake is so good), then licks his lips and leans forward to press them against hers, cold and chocolatey.]
Mm, I suppose I could share the food, but you're going down for the toy.
[ said as she's shifting around, moving the box of food onto her lap and passing him the milkshake ]
You get to hold onto that. 'Cause your hands don't get cold. Which just means I'll have to feed you, and you'll have to ..hold the drink for me, I don't know what that's called. Deal?
[ she's already holding up a couple fries for him to munch on ]
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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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[ but she's grinning with that kiss, pursing her lips in a silent plea for another kiss, even as she pulls that chocolate milkshake off of the page. but- ]
-- Something's going to spill if we're not careful. I should turn around, I guess. ... Hnn, but, kisses.
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[He had his hands at her back, holding her up as she balanced there with the food between them and them milkshake behind his head.]
Since you drew me all that, now I have to wonder what you're going to eat, huh?
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[ all said while she brings the milkshake around between them, lifting the straw to his mouth for him ]
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Mm, I suppose I could share the food, but you're going down for the toy.
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[ her turn to be cheeky, complete with a smarmy grin and an equally smarmy tone of voice ]
I thought you weren't in the mood for sex but I suppose I'm alright with just a little foreplay...
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[He moved to let her change positions so they could sit and eat comfortably.]
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[ said as she's shifting around, moving the box of food onto her lap and passing him the milkshake ]
You get to hold onto that. 'Cause your hands don't get cold. Which just means I'll have to feed you, and you'll have to ..hold the drink for me, I don't know what that's called. Deal?
[ she's already holding up a couple fries for him to munch on ]
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And that's pretty much how they spent the rest of the evening, minus some bedroom parts.
The end.]