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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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[ 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.]

[ she tries for a little while longer, nudging a bit, even, pressing lightly on the back of his knee with her heel while they kiss, but nnnnope. so she tilts her head up, pulling in a breath before smiling at him, thumbs brushing over his cheeks ]

Everything okay?

[He groans and rests his head on her shoulder, biting at it just because.]

Of course everything's okay. Everything's perfect. That's the problem. You are just... too damn perfect and I can't not--

[He was trying to keep his hips back a bit because hey, maybe she didn't appreciate being poked all the time.]

[ it still takes her some time to figure out what the problem is, mostly because she doesn't see it as a problem. she whines playfully when he bites her, but now that her hands are free she feels it's perfectly acceptable for one of them to cradle the back of his head, and for the other toooo slide down his side to his lower back. and then over his ass. because she can. ]

I'm not perfect. Just really into you. And you're into me. Which is great. [ and definitely absolutely using her hand on his butt, and her legs, to try and ease him down on top of her fully. ] And makes this really okay-

[Why does she make this so hard? Hah, pun intended. He can't resist her, it's literally impossible, especially with her hand on his ass like that. He's slowly lowering down until, okay, wait, he's just gotta, okay, shift to the left, up, moving--

There. Okay, now he can sort of rest on her without worrying about bending something in half. Now it's just there between them, pressed up in his boxers and sort of resting against her belly. (whimper)]

Yes, you are. You're perfect for me. And I am so into you, you have no idea, Rach.

I have a little bit of an idea.

[ all smirky now, because her hand is still just going to stay right there on his butt, thanks, as her legs sort of rest over his, loose and comfortable. easy. even if having him on top of her is pretty much just as nerve-racking for her, in a way, because ohyepokay she can definitely feel him. on top of her. and there's the nice comforting kind of feeling him, just boy-weight on top of her, letting her snuggle and holding onto him, and then there's- ]

Or maybe more of a not-at-all-little idea.

[ the more obvious part of him she's feeling. which is as flattering as it is completely frustrating. damn hormones. ]

Is this where I gloat? Puff out my chest a bit?

[He was grinning as he looked down at her, a hand coming up to move the curls out of the way, tucking them behind her ear.]

You know you're going to kill me one of these days with all this frustration, right? Not that I'm saying you should stop. It kills me, but I love it.

You can gloat. You should gloat. Just easy on the chest-puffing, you might crush me.

[ not that she's actually feeling crushed, obviously. she's back to just staring at him again and it kills me, but I love it is completely accurate for her too, it is. he's going to be the death of her. hopefully not literally, with the whole ..once she goes back home thing, but hey! not thinking about that now. home or Apollo or her oath or anything. ]

I'm going to kill you? You're not the one that has to deal with your mouth. Or the winking. Or this butt in these boxers- [ that she's squeezing now with an exaggerated 'ugh' of frustration ] Gods, lay waste to me, just leave me here to die.

Okay, now I know you're just pulling my leg. Whereas you, missy...

[He cupped the side of her face, leaning down to kiss her. Slowly. With a little tongue licking at her lips as he did. His hand moved from her face down to her side, toying between playing with the bottom of her shirt and with the top of her boxers.]

You are just... god. Everything. Everything just drives me crazy. You are so beautiful, sometimes I feel like I can't breathe.

[ there's a mumbled 'nh-hn in that kiss, because she's really not pulling his leg, she's not, but her lips part easily for him, tongue meeting his for that brief time before he's talking again. and all she can think is that it's funny how sometimes just a little kiss can kind of unravel you and make you feel breathless and silly ]

What'd I say about that mouth? [ though it's hard to tell if she means the kissing or the words. maybe both. let's go with both. ] You're going to give me an ego.

Good. I hope it's a big one.

[He moves to kiss along the edge of her jaw, placing little bites along it as he goes.]

You know I think about you every day, right? All day, every day. I can't stop thinking about you. And I always want to touch you.

[ her face turns a bit too the side as her eyes shut because at first all she can focus on is mouth mouth mouth mouth mouthmouthmouthmouth but eventually she zones back in, takes a second to make sense of what he's saying, remembering English. words. right. words that make her hand slide up to his lower back again, gripping tight at his shirt ]

You're making this whole self control thing really impossible-

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