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

[truesight]

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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[teenyoda]

[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.]

[truesight]

[ 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-

[teenyoda]

[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.

[truesight]

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. ]

[teenyoda]

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.

[truesight]

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.

[teenyoda]

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.

[truesight]

[ 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.

[teenyoda]

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.

[truesight]

[ 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-

[teenyoda]

Screw self control.

[Or, you know, just screw h-- Nope. He wasn't going to think of her that way. Did he want her? God, yes. So bad. But he wanted it to mean something. He wanted to make her feel good and for it to be special, not just quick and frantic like a shower jerk off.]

[truesight]

[ oh, but quick and frantic can be special, can't it? right now she's so sure it can. definitely. ..okay no, but she's gripping at his shirt because otherwise she'd be lawing at his back, she's sure, dragging lines over his skin with blunt nails while her legs drag him in even closer, if that's possible. ] Can't. [ she shouldn't sound so bummed, but she does ] You're all I think about too, you know.

[teenyoda]

[He made a low, frustrated noise as his hand moved down to her thigh, lifting it up and letting him rock once -- oh god.]

You're literally going to kill me. Parts of me are just going to explode and I'm going to keel over dead. And I don't care.

[truesight]

[ there's a frantic kind of rush to how fast her hand moves to cover his, not to remove it, but just a 'no wait time out oh gods can't think' sort of thing. ]

Pretty sure guys don't die from that. Just make a mess. [ sheeee's grinning now, for sure ] Please don't make a mess.

[teenyoda]

[His hand is shaking under hers, but he's gripping her harder, trying to keep still even as he's nipping at her neck.]

Totally wrong. My testicles could back up and explode. That'd make a mess too.

[truesight]

Eew, Stiles.

[ not a 100% lady-boner killer, but she'd say roughly 55%. maybe 60%. ]

Ew.

[ but maybe she feels that tighter grip for what it is, and even as her brain is completely grossed out by the mental image she really, really didn't need, she's still brushing her fingers over his now. relax. ]

I still stand by my 'please don't make a mess'.

[teenyoda]

What, not even in the shower?

[His joke was lame, he knew, but hey, he had to distract himself somehow.]

[truesight]

Ugh. I quit you, you've grossed me out. No more nibbling.

[ not that she's doing anything to stop him, just pretending to shift and squirm under him. which isn't helping anything ]

Off you go.

[ she's still holding his hand ]

[teenyoda]

[Protip: If you don't want a guy to enjoy it, don't wriggle your body against his obvious erection. No, Rachel.]

Um... I might go off if you keep doing that.

[Haha, see what he did there?]

[truesight]

Stiles.

[ stop making her laugh when she's trying to seem unimpressed by you!! ]

There is something too animalistic about you --going off on a shirt that already says 'Property of Freckles', I'm not sure I'm ready for that level of kinky just yet.

[teenyoda]

Rachel.

[He grinned and moved to grab one of her arms, pinning it down to the bed.]

Hey, it has my name on the back. Double protection.

[But, you know, hot that she said animalistic.]

[truesight]

[ okay that.. shouldn't have turned her on as much as it did ]

You better quit it-

[teenyoda]

Quit what?

[He had no idea. Really. Mostly.]

[truesight]

Making me want to do really dirty things to you.

[ there's another very deliberate squirm against him ]

[teenyoda]

H-Hey... I was playing nice.

[And now there's a very purposeful press down as he tightens his grip on her wrist, sliding up just that little bit so he could kiss her.]