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baby can't you see i'm falling [ closed ]

Who: Stiles Stilinski & Rachel Elizabeth Dare
What: complete and utter shmoop in the form of a first sleepover.
When: day 378, late night.
Where: Rachel's room in Freyr.
Rating: pg-13, because makeouts!

[ so, this is potentially a really bad idea. well, not bad, but risky. risky in that back home she made a promise, an oath, that as long as she was the Oracle of Delphi she would remain a, ah, maiden, in every sense of the word. no dating, no sex, nothing that would tarnish her purity. when vowing to be the Spirit of Delphi's vessel, so to speak, she promised all of those things. and it was fine back home, seriously, after her crush on Percy kind of faded out, as crushes often do, she didn't have a lot of time to think about boys or dating anyway. not when the Prophecy of Seven was underway and the camp was about to be attacked by the Roman demigods from Camp Jupiter. it was actually really easy to avoid anything romantic during all of that.

but now she's here.

and here, there's a Stiles. who's kind of like a Hermes kid, in a lot of ways, but also very much mortal, which is kind of nice for a girl that's trying not to feel so damn guilty for taking advantage of her whole not-being-the-Oracle-here situation.

and it's confusing? but really not confusing at all. which is pretty much the only reason why it's so difficult to stick to that oath, especially without Apollo around to casually remind her that he could literally light her on fire with the power of the sun if she came close to breaking said oath. ...not that he would, but you get the point. and hey, Rachel isn't a ball full of sexual frustration or anything, she's been keeping herself in check, but it's a little difficult in this case, as opposed to how things were back home. she's had a few crushes before, sure, but up until now said crushes never really panned out. so the fact that she likes Stiles and Stiles likes her is all new to her, and new is pretty exciting in this case.

so when she texts him "goodnight" and he texts her back saying he's on his way over to tuck her in, she's realizes that now she's feeling kind of way too jittery to really think much about sleep. oh, this is bad. nonono, not bad. risky.

but risky is kinda fun, isn't it? ]

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[His brows were furrowed and he was looking at her cheek with a confused expression.]

What looks from what girls are you talking about? No one looks at me unless I'm bringing them their food or they want something. And of course they're jealous of you. You're gorgeous. What's not to be jealous of?

[Oof. Ow, Rach. That hurt his man-pride. But he was grinning as he moved his hands from her stomach down to her thighs.]

No? But what about my needs, Rachel? I have them. Big chocolatey kiss ones.

[ she's just making a sort of aw sound, a hum, and a tiny twist of a smile ] It's actually really charming that you don't see it. I'm thinking we should keep it that way. Let's keep it that way.

[ and lo, came the moral dilemma of liking the feel of his fingers moving over her shorts and past the hem, but also coming dangerously close to where the tray is sitting on her lap. but. ah well. she's pretty sure he knows it's there. like, 75% sure. he won't bump into it and spill everything. sure. so, she'll just enjoy that. ]

I'll be keeping my chocolatey kisses to myself, thank you.

I think you're just looking for things that aren't there, Saucy McRed.

[He turned his head so he was nibbling at her neck this time, fingers staying just along the hem of those very short boxers.]

Rachel, didn't you ever get taught to share? Sharing is caring. I'll share my chocolatey kisses with you.

Oh yeah, because I love the thought of some girl trying to flirt with you and looking at you like she's trying to figure out the best way to- to turn you into putty! Squishy girl-putty for her to play with and keep all to herself. It makes me feel all fuzzy inside.

[ spoiler: Rachel really is paranoid of some other girl grabbing his attention but she's not admitting to anything. and instead of answering his question or entertaining the idea of sharing kisses with him, she's just going to take another big sip of milkshake. sssssssip. also maybe tipping her head back to rest on his shoulder again after she lets the straw go. ]

Rachel, no one but you has ever turned me into squishy girl-putty, so you can just cool your little raging inferno about that.

[Lydia had made his stomach twist up and he'd been full of all sorts of want, but it was puppy love, infatuation that was unresolved and unrequited.]

Come on. Just one chocolatey kiss?

I'm cool. Totally cool. [ h u f f ] And I haven't turned you into anything, that- it's not the same. As what I meant. [ oh, now she's fidgeting ] Let's talk about something else.

Like.

How your curly fries are getting cold.

And how it would be impossible to turn and kiss you in our current position.

Oh, yes you have.

[God, he loved teasing her. He especially loved when she took the bait.

But she was right. The fries were getting cold. Simple enough to concentrate on them a little until some steam rose.]

You were saying? As for the kiss, fine, I suppose I can wait until we're done the food, but you'd better feed me more, lady. A man has needs and appetites and I might just let my other one get filled.

[You know, the horny one.]

Haven't.

[ she's just worried now he thinks she's like one of those girls that just flirts to flirt, or, or tries to get guys to like them for the sake of adding another notch to her belt, so to speak. but then she remembers oh, right, this is Stiles who just likes winding her up and it's totally worked. damnit.

she's about to add more to that, try and save face maybe, but then Hale is finally getting up from his spot in front of his little food bowl, movements slow and tired ( the little guy seriously stuffed his face ) as he waddles to the edge of the bed and hops back down onto his pillow to curl up and sleep again. aw. aw.

but at least now Rachel doesn't mind shifting around a bit, lifting up the tray and scooting to turn sideways in front of Stiles, shoulder against his chest, and her legs draped over one of his. just enough so the tray can sit flat again. it takes a second to get comfy again, but at least now she can actually look at him.

and maybe share a kiss or two.

but not yet.

fries first. which is clear when she holds one up for him to eat. ]

Have.

[But there's clearly a tone of affection there as she turns to look at him, his arms moving so that he can drape one over her waist while the other... the other is very high on one of her thighs.

He leans in to take the fry, watching her as he does because hey, sexy redhead actually feeding him like he's some Roman lord guy was... sexy.]

[ she grins as he watches her, because maybe it's supposed to be sexy, but- okay, it is, it's sexy, in a way, feeding somebody. maybe if it was a strawberry it would be sexier, but nope, it's fries. she's feeding him frenchfries and all she can think of is when you hold out a treat for a puppy and he looks at you the whole time while reaching for it like is this okay is this okay is thisokayisthisokay imgonnaeatitcanitakeit?

so that's what she's thinking of.

but now she just really wants to be feeding him something sexy. like strawberries. so she could lean in and kiss away any of the juice that might sit on his lips after.

and not- cheese.

because cheese isn't sexy to share like that. not even fondue cheese. fondue chocolate on the other hand-

no, she doesn't know why she's putting so much thought into this, but, it's there. ]

You're very, very cute, did you know that?

[He takes the fry, chewing happily away on it and watching this look on her face. This look like she's thinking things about him that maybe she needs to share because that look is very interesting to him. He wants to know the cause.

He licks his lips, finishing the fry and leans in, brushing his nose against hers before stealing a small, slightly cheesy kiss.]

If you think that, I'm not going to argue. I definitely like you thinking that I'm cute. I'm just going to continue thinking you're amazingly sexy.

[ sexy, that word makes her eyes sort of narrow, not in a bad way, at all, but like she has to squint to understand it. maybe it's because she's always related 'sexy' to 'sexual' and for a while, she had to make a point to not be that way. in any way. but here in Asgard it's different, isn't it? so maybe it's okay that this guy that she likes thinks she's sexy. even if it makes her toes kinda curl up in her socks ]

I don't think that. I know it. 'Cause you are. You're a lot of things. [ and she's giving him another kiss before reaching for the milkshake to take another big sip, even if it makes her tongue feel numb. she's still just watching him too, and for a horrifying moment, she thinks about how she actually finally understands the whole can't take my eyes off of you thing. oh, gods. it's too corny. she's mad at herself for even thinking it. buuuut not enough to stop, even once she's tapping the end of the straw against his bottom lip ]

Am I? Like what? And if you say hyperactive or jumpy or anything mean, I'm going to feed Hale onions and leave him here all night.

[But he's wrapping his lips around the straw, eyes still trapped in that green gaze of hers as he pulls on it, drawing the freezing liquid up into his mouth. It's cold, but it's so damn good. The sweet contrasts with the salty and washes his mouth clean, making him let out a little happy sound as he lets it go.]

[ she's still laughing a little bit even once she starts talking, only looking away for a split second to make sure she doesn't miss the tray when she puts the milkshake back down ] But you are jumpy. And stubborn, and really sarcastic when you're annoyed. You get grumpy when you disagree with something strongly enough. [ woops. but she's still grinning, and she doesn't give him a chance to respond to that before going on. ]

But you're also clever, and funny, and real. Honest. You care about the people close to you with your whole heart, and you don't hesitate to be open about it. Nn, you're affectionate. Which is sweet. And really, really attractive. [ really trying not to make him sound like a mushball, but oh well. it's true. ] And then there's this whole side of you that's brave and determined and so protective and even if that drives me crazy sometimes, it's a good thing. It's charming, when you're not- ah. When you're not talking like you might try to lock me into a room to keep me safe. [ .... okay yeah she'll stop there. ] Please don't feed Hale any onions.

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[He's trying not to, but he's blushing, looking down at where his hand is resting on her leg and drawing little circles and curlicues against her skin as he tries not to duck his head down completely.]

I think you have me mistaken for someone else, Miss Dare.

[Because he wished he was all that. He wished he was brave and charming and sweet, but he knew there was this prickly part of him that was kind of a dick. He was afraid of the day she'd see it.]

No, no, no. You're Stiles Stilinski, right? I'm going to be pretty embarrassed if I mistook some stranger for my boyfriend. [ she's ducking down to press a kiss along his cheek, where that blush is sitting, even if her lips are probably still a little cold from the milkshake. ] I could go on about how grumpy you can be sometimes, if that'll make you feel better.

I am not grumpy.

[He wrapped his arm around her, tugging her slowly forward on him so that the tray didn't tip over.]

Are you done with your midnight snack now? Because I have a craving for redhead.

You are sometimes- [ hhhup, she's quick to grab the edges of the tray, just so she can slide it off of her lap, down towards the end of the bed where there's more room for it to sit. and not be in the way. she's also just going to wipe her fingers off on the sheet down there, woops, greasy fry fingers. she can just wash her sheets tomorrow, who cares, not her ] How can you have a craving for redhead, I've been sitting right here this whole time. [ and she's definitely just teasing him yep ]

It's a need, Rach. A burning, totally all-consuming need for a specific redhead named Rachel Dare that needs to put her very sexy, pouty little mouth on mine.

My mouth is not pouty. [ but she's leaning in for that kiss anyway, so ]

It can be.

[But he sort of muffles that against those totally pouty lips, hand sliding from her thigh to just over her butt (nice butt) and pulling her in-- but there was a pillow in the way. Goddamn pillow]

[ yep, that is definitely a pillow. and she is definitely reaching down to slowly pull it out from between them, because she's pretty sure it's served its purpose. well done, pillow. good work on being a buffer. but you're not needed anymore. she moves in closer, maybe arching her back a tiny bit because maybe she doesn't mind his hand where it is, even if it makes her blush. meanwhile she's just reaching up to hold onto his shoulder, or no maybe the back of his neck, so she can pull him down for a deeper kiss ]

[Aaaaand the pillow just went the way of the dinosaurs, but who cares. He had her in his arms and, whoops, move, shift, wiggle, turn, yep, there she was. Half under him now that he'd sort of half-rolled/half-switched their positions, laying her on the bed as he leaned in to kiss her again.

How quickly he could go from hungry to, well, hungry.]

[ ohjeeze, she's so full of fries and shake. but ohjeeze, she really, really likes being laid out under him and holding his face like this while they kiss. it's easy to get comfy under him ( while also trying to not knock over the tray at the end of the bed ), mostly because yeah, maybe now she is sleepy again. sleepy kisses. but really- not sleepy, at the same time. finding a comfy way to lay with him, legs tangled and all, takes just a second, and then she's maybe kind of pushing at his hips with her knees, trying to coax him into leaning into her a little bit. maybe. unless that's too much too fast. she doesn't really know, she kind of just wants a reason to hold him close ]

[Careful, Stiles. Don't get too carried away. It's just a little kissing. Just a little kissing with you over her and on her bed and...

Bad Stiles Junior.]

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