[ it was actually pretty easy to stay still once she was settled against him completely, knowing full well that any rock of her hips, or his, would probably result in rushing things along way too fast. but no this, this was good, this was actually amazing, and his hands were pressed to her back, keeping her there. so, soo fine by her. she could spend all night kissing Stiles like this, she's pretty sure. breathing be damned, sleeping be damned, personal space be damned-er. her thighs are squeezing where they bracket his hips in an attempt to keep still, hands pulling down from under the pillow to hold onto his shoulders instead.
the flick of his tongue against hers almost makes her lose it, like completely give up on trying to keep things relatively PG for a first sleepover and go for it. but. that's a bit of an overreaction, isn't it? even if his tongue on her lip makes her mind immediately focus on how she wants his mouth everywhere else, just until she decides to return the favor. definitely an overreaction. she should calm down, maybe.
-- right after she kisses him to pieces. right after that. ]
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the flick of his tongue against hers almost makes her lose it, like completely give up on trying to keep things relatively PG for a first sleepover and go for it. but. that's a bit of an overreaction, isn't it? even if his tongue on her lip makes her mind immediately focus on how she wants his mouth everywhere else, just until she decides to return the favor. definitely an overreaction. she should calm down, maybe.
-- right after she kisses him to pieces. right after that. ]