spamalot } { of fresh starts and taking it slow

[impetere]

Stiles: [some somewhere during the movie, he shifted to give Cora a bit more room to stretch out against him.]

Cora: [she does so, tucking her head against his shoulder and draping an arm across his waist. she likes being able to touch him like this again, just letting herself relax against him]

Stiles: [his arm wrapped around her shoulder, his fingers just gently running along her upper arm as he focused on the movie still, just getting used to physical affection]

Cora: [she focuses on the movie as well, occasionally laughing or making a comment about something that's happening on screen, even if her focus isn't entirely there]

Stiles: [he was vocal too, his normal sarcastic commentary underlying the movie soundtrack. He shifted a bit, moving just so that he could move his other hand to hold her arm across his waist.]

Cora: [half the time, that is what she's laughing at, and as the movie continues, her finger starts idly tracing against his side]

Stiles: [and that distracts him. there's a soft intake of breath through his nose at first, but he didn't move away and relaxes back into it, his fingers on her arm going back to their gentle movements]

Cora: [she watches him and how he responds, and when the response is not unfavorable she keeps going, letting her fingers brush against his side in whatever pattern comes to mind]

Stiles: [a moment later, there's just a soft noise from him as he closes his eyes, letting himself just enjoy the feeling of the good touch]

Cora: [she glances up at him for a moment, teeth raking over her bottom lip. She considers for a moment before nosing his neck gently, pressing a soft kiss against his pulse point]

Stiles: [a small smile comes to his face at that] You always did like kissing me there.

Cora: Mmm-hmmm. [it's a soft murmur against his skin, because since she's not telling him to stop, she's just going to keep going, soft kisses against the line of his throat until she reaches his jaw and pushes up softly to kiss him]

Stiles: [there's a lot of tingles going through his body - good for the feelings that it brings, but a bit of nerves that he's letting himself take this step with her and not wanting to mess it up. He turned to meet her lips with his, his hand coming up to gently cup her cheek]

Cora: [she continues the kiss for a moment, before she starts to sense the beginnings of his anxiety. she holds the kiss until she needs to break it, before pulling back just enough that she can talk to him] Why are you nervous? [she's not judging, or surprised, just wants to know so she can try and help him relax. she wants him to not worry about anything and just enjoy his time with her]

Stiles: [he looks at her, his hand shaking a bit, and he's already a little breathless] It's been awhile... and I um... I don't want to mess this up.

Cora: [she nods a bit, the hand against his side moving to take his hand in hers, linking their fingers and giving him something to hold on to] Do you want to take the lead for a little bit? [she trusts him to not mess this up, and it's been a while since either of them have been with anyone. but she has a feeling he remembers her, he just needs to get reacquainted with the material.]

Stiles: Um, I could? [he squeezed her hand, the free hand tracing along her cheek]

Cora: [she nods a bit, before kissing him briefly and pulling back to get up off the couch] Come on. I have an idea. [and for this idea, they need more room]

Stiles: Um, okay...? [but he's going to unfold himself and join her]

Cora: [she keeps her hand in his, pulling him towards her bedroom, and she stops when her knees hit the foot of the bed] So you call the shots. You can touch me however you want to touch me, I'll only touch you how you tell me to. I'll only take off what you want me to take off. When you say stop we stop. No pressure, no worries just ... us getting to know each other again. Does that sound okay?

Stiles: Yeah, I think I can do that. I feel like we're back at prom again suddenly...

Cora: [she laughs a bit at that] Fresh start, remember?

Stiles: Yeah, I remember. [he thinks a moment, and then smiles and takes a step closer. His eyes go up to her cheek and he just reaches up, running his hand along her cheek, then down her neck, and then another step forward as his hand goes down her back as he pulls her closer and kisses her a bit more confidently]

Cora: [She leans into the brush of his hand, soaking up the touch. she closes her eyes into the kiss, her hands coming up to rest against his chest as she moves in closer. She doesn't rush him, just sinks into the kiss, and lets him set the pace]

Stiles: [the kissing he's already comfortable with, but it was the promise of more this time that had him taking his time. his hand slid down her back, coming to rest on her hip a moment before he took a bit of risk to slide his hand under her shirt, pressing his palm against the flesh of her ribs]

Cora: [she sucks in a breath, making a soft noise into the kiss at the feeling of his hand against her skin. Her back arches just slightly into the curve of his hand, wanting to push closer]

Stiles: [his hand slid up her back as far as the shirt would let him, and then back down with his fingertips running down her spine.]

Cora: [she shivers a bit at the touch, her fingers curling a bit in his shirt but keeping to the rules and not reaching out to touch him elsewhere]

Stiles: [he pulls back from the kiss, looking in her eyes] Take your shirt off.

Cora: [she nods before doing as she's told, reaching to pull her shirt up and over her head, letting it drop to the floor, leaving her in her bra and jeans]

Stiles: [he bites his lips, just taking her in. It had been a few years, they had both changed... but he just shook his head as he smiled] You still just look so beautiful.

Cora: [she smiles back at him, wanting to pull him closer, kiss him again, see more of him, but she keeps to the rules, just letting him look at her]

Stiles: [he reached out, his fingers reaching for her bra strap, running his finger along it a bit before sliding it off her left shoulder, and then following it to follow along the lace along the top of her bra, looking up at her and smiling playfully as he relaxed a bit more. His palm pressed against her breast, then slid to her ribs and he pulled her close to him, pressing his chest against hers as he kissed her against, each kiss gaining that bit more of his confidence back]

Cora: [her moan at the press of his hand gets swallowed into the kiss, feeling the familiarity of his confidence and responding to it eagerly, doing her best to reinforce it, bring him back to her]

Stiles: [he lets go of her hand so that both his hands his free to run up her ribs, sliding behind her shoulders and then up into her hair as he keeps her against him. His heart is pounding now, scared and excited in the good way now]

Cora: [she picks up that change from anxiety to arousal and leans eagerly into him, soaking up the press of him against her, the feel of her hands. She whimpers softly with the need to touch him, but she still keeps to the rules, letting him call the shots]

Stiles: [he needs to sit down. He really needs to sit down. So he's going to turn them and lower himself to sit on the bed, pulling her down to join him in his lap so she doesn't have to lean down. He then leaved her lips, kissing along her jaw as he starts to remember the things she liked him to do]

Cora: [she settles comfortably into his lap, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders and leaning into him. Her head tips back at his lips against her jaw, fingers digging slightly into his shoulders]

Stiles: [when his lips hit her neck, he stops a moment to breath in her ear] Tell me what you want me to do.

Cora: [she exhales slowly, closing her eyes at the words] Let me touch you.

Stiles: Please do. [he kissed her neck, leaning his cheek against her shoulder]

Cora: [permission given her hands slide down to wander against his sides, over his shoulders. Eventually they slide all the way down to his waist, before sliding up under the material of his shirt and brushing against his stomach]

Stiles: [ he gasps softly in her ear, his eyes closed as he just takes in the feeling. Her hands would run along soft stomach, the edges of his ribs no longer tight against his skin thanks to Talia's cooking, but he's still skinnier than he had been as a teenager, a bit more defined from the muscles used to keep up with a toddler]

Cora: [she lets her fingers glide softly over his skin wandering as far as his shirt will let her before she pulls back to look at him] Can I ... ?

Stiles: [he closed his eyes, then nodded. He sat up, going to help her, and then sitting back. He took a deep breath, knowing she was going to see the scars on his body - not just the new ones from the brothers a few week back, but also from the years before, including a very distinct set of fingernail scratches that had needed stitches.]

Cora: [She lets the material drop to the floor, taking it all in, and there's a moment of pure protective anger that they did this to him - they took him, and they broke him, something that was beautiful and perfect and hers, and she doesn't know what to say. So she doesn't say anything, just leans closer and pressing a soft kiss against whichever scar is the closest]

Stiles: [he took a deep breath as her lips found the one that had been a piece of a wine glass that had been thrown at him after a dinner party that had been interrupted by a crying baby upstairs. He closed his eyes, pressing his cheek against the top of her head]

Cora: [she shifts off his lap just enough to let her move lower, kissing each one individually, every little one she can find]

Stiles: [when he realized what she was doing, he didn't stop her. He just looked at her, watching her find each one and his eyes teared up, and finally he just reached up to wipe at his eyes]

Cora: [when she finishes she moves back up to him again, kissing him deeply as her hands move to the side of his face, brushing the tears away gently with her thumbs]

Stiles: [he kissed her back, his hands coming to rest on top of her arms, and then he was out of breath and pressing his forehead to hers] I missed you... so much.

Cora: [she stays there, pressed against him and just soaking in the closeness they're feeling] I missed you too. Every day.

Stiles: I never stopped loving you. I don't think I can ever stop loving you.

Cora: Don't. Don't stop. [she leans in to kiss him again] Please don't stop.

Stiles: Okay. [and he's kissing her, pulling her in tighter against him as he just kisses her hard]

Cora: [she leans into the kiss eagerly, letting her hands move from his face to his sides, before breaking her kiss as her hands slide around her back to the clasp of her bra] Can I?

Stiles: Please. [he pushed them back further onto the bed as well, his feet going to kick his converses off]

Cora: [she pushes up as she undoes the clasp of her bra and lets the material fall to the floor. Her feet are bare from being in her apartment and she climbs up onto the bed next to him. She settles into the spot next to him, pressing herself close so that they're chest to chest and leaning in to kiss him eagerly]

Stiles: [he kisses her, rolling on his side to be able to have his hands free to roam along her revealed flesh, taking his time caressing her breast with the palm of his hand, the other hand's fingers curled into her hair. When he needs to breath, he pulls back] Cora... take control. I trust you.

Cora: [with the permission there she nods as she leans in to kiss him again, surging forward with sure hands and warm kisses. her hands slide over his sides before moving down to the fly of his pants, wanting to get it undone and off before moving on to her own]

Stiles: [he gasped against her lips, not stopping her as he continued to caress her upper body]

Cora: [pants are gone, leaving them both in their underwear as she pulls herself closer, tangling her legs with his as she pushes her hips closer against him]

Stiles: [he's hard and ready, his hips pressing back into her eagerly as his teeth ran along her bottom lip]

Cora: [she pulls back just slightly, reaching back to the table next to her bed to fish out a condom from the drawer, before come back tugging his underwear off his hips with one hand as she tore open the wrapper with her teeth]

Stiles: [he rolled onto his back, leaning up to watch her. There was another set of scratches on the inside of his thighs where nails had dug in once - a warning once to behave or the next time it would be something a lot more sensitive. They were easy to hide, though, so he hadn't even shown them to Malia and Sam. But Cora was there, and he knew she couldn't miss them.]

Cora: [she does see them, and that anger is still there, but she just slides her hand along his leg gently as she rolls the condom down on him, then rocking back to slide her underwear off her hips. She's been ready herself, and it doesn't take her long to straddle his hips, taking him in her hand and slowly sliding down onto him with a soft moan]

Stiles: [he gave a shuddering breath, his head falling back, eyes closed, fingers digging into the sheets.] Go slow [he gasped. He wouldn't last long if she didn't]

Cora: [she nods, understanding and starts to lift her hips slowly, making each stroke deliberately as she does. She slowly finds her rhythm, moving carefully against him, before reaching to find one hand and guiding it to her hip]

Stiles: [he let her lead, his hand holding her hip, fingers gripping her flesh there as he looked up at her, a small smile and nod to let her know he was okay as he moved to the pace she was setting for them]

Cora: [she keeps the pace as best she can, starting to pant with the effort as she gets lost in the feeling of him inside her, just being close to him again, all of it]

Stiles: [he isn't going to last long, but he remembers one thing about their lovemaking that she always needed from him so that she was never left behind. His hand slips away from her hip to the spot between where their bodies met and he found her clit, rubbing at it as he flattened his feet on the bed, getting better leverage to be able to thrust up more into her.]

Cora: [she gasps at the pressure against her clit as well as him thrusting into her. She shifts a bit to brace herself against the headboard, feeling the pressure of her orgasm start to build and she picks up the pace just slightly, chasing the feeling so that she falls over the edge with him]

Stiles: [his head falls back against the pillows as he cries out her name, falling over the edge with a few hard thrusts up into her before he relaxes back into the bed panting, a sweaty mess looking up at her through half open eyes]

Cora: [the intensity of the moment has her falling over the edge with him, and leans forward to relax against him, letting her head rest against his chest as she comes down]

Stiles: [his arms wrap around her tightly, keeping her close as he leaned his head over to kiss the top of her head, keeping his face buried in her hair for a moment]

Cora: [she closes her eyes as she nestles into him, one hand coming up to rest against his opposite shoulder] I love you.

Stiles: I love you too, Cor. [he sniffles though, trying not to cry. It was good though, a fear leaving him, a part of him returning that he had been without for so long and he just clung to her for a moment]

Cora: [she hums as she settles against him, just soaking him in and letting them have this moment for as long as they can]

Stiles: [he whispers into her hair] Just never leave me again

Cora: [she shakes her head a bit] Nope. You're stuck with me.

Stiles: [chuckles] I can live with that.

Cora: Good. [she lets them stay like that for a moment, before shifting just enough so that he can slip out of her, giving a bit of a whimper as she does]

Stiles: I should, um... clean up.

Cora: [she nods, shifting off him so that he can go do that.]

Stiles: [he sits on the edge of the bed a moment, and she would finally get to see all the scars on his back now. More scratches, cuts, and the like - both recent and old - dotting his flesh. The worst was the three long scratch lines along his spine from the last night he had ever shared a bed with Suzanna without her permission, a punishment for not having satisfied her the way she was expecting. His mind wasn't thinking about the scars at the moment though, instead just getting the condom off and heading to the bathroom to quickly clean up]

Cora: [yeah, Cora wants to kill her. A lot. But she doesn't say anything, just slips under the covers and waits for him to come back to bed so she can just curl up with him and pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist]

Stiles: [he's back quickly, sliding under the covers with her and pulling her back into his arms to just hold her]

Cora: [she curls into him easily, letting her head rest against his shoulders, and tangling her legs with his]

Stiles: [his hand goes to idly run along the skin of her arm as he keeps her close, talking softly] You know how everything fades away when we kiss?

Cora: [she nods a bit against his shoulder] Yeah.

Stiles: Tonight... this... all the pain's gone. I'm not afraid. I'm just... home.

Cora: [she glances up at him with a smile, before turning and pressing a kiss to his shoulder] Good. [she pauses softly as she tips her head up to look at him more] Welcome home, Stiles.

Stiles: [she gets a small, happy smile from him before he tilted his head to kiss her, and then he just closes his eyes] Just be here when I wake up.

Cora: [she nods against his forehead as the kiss breaks, just settling closer to him and waiting for him to fall asleep]

Stiles: [which he will do easily, holding her still closely, even as his arms relax as he drifts off]

Cora: [she doesn't pull away, just listening for his heart beat to even out before closing her eyes and drifting off herself]