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"Leave a message. I'm around. Or sleeping. Or... stuff."

Pretty much all of that.

I could always write love sonnets in gold aphrodisiac paint on some OTHER cute boy, if you're not into it.

Not if you're tied down to the bed.

You can't call a girl weird for her idea of sexy times and then also tie her down to the bed, that doesn't work.

Sure I can. Tie you down to the bed and do dirty things to you.

Nope! You have to tell me how much you love my sonnets first. Especially in Greek.

I'll tell you that with my mouth busy doing something else.

Apology oral? Soooooo doesn't count.

Who said I'd be apologizing.

You should be! You called me weird for my dirty talk! That wounds a girl. I'm so wounded, Stiles.

Nuh uh. I called you weird for the sonnets. I like when you talk dirty. Shouldn't you be off to get Alex?

Painting sonnets all over you is dirty! Walkin' and typin', Stilinski. Are you jealous of my sick multitasking skills? Because you should be.

Not even a little. Guess what I'm doing and typing? ;)

Being a dream crusher, that's what. Crushing dreams and breaking hearts. You liked it the last time I drew out words on your belly :c

I like you and me doing pretty much anything naked.

But you think it's weird.

No. I think YOU'RE weird. But I like weird.

I like that you like weird. I think. Okay maybe I'm a little weird. No, YOU make me a little weird.

Works for me. Tell Alex I'll be there in a bit. Don't tell her why I'm not there right away.