spamalot } { of scars and weird wolf instincts

[impetere]

Stiles: [so it's really been like, a very crazy night. Totally crazy. The boys decided to hit up the bar with Tyler and Matt, but not the google team. The google team doesn't know about werewolves and so it was better to just have them talk about stuff without worrying about hiding shit. Which is why they probably talk way more than they need to, telling Matt and Stiles all about the things that wolf boys go through during intimate moments - way more than Stiles and matt probably EVER needed to know. But the three bottles of Jack probably explain why they don't stop.]

Cora: [she warned you about drinking with Matt and Tyler, Stiles. She will tell you this again whenever a werewolf drops you off at her front door. She, on the other hand, just spent a quiet evening with Lydia, well aware that she was up for babysitting duty if things got too out of control for Stiles to go home]

Scott: [which would be why Scott was carrying Stiles up to the door of their apartment. Because he can't come home with him - tiny baby - and not letting his father and mother see Stiles like this, or Talia and Dina.... so nope, knocking on your door, Cora]

Lydia: [raises an eyebrow at that, before getting up to open the door. At the sight of them, she presses her lips together] You boys look like you had a night.

Scott: [chuckles] Yeah, it was good, but um... we forgot Stiles doesn't have the same constitution that the rest of us have.

Stiles: Is that Lydia? [lifts his head] Hey Lydia..... you look pretty. Both of you...

Lydia: [sighs, before taking a step back] Cora, it's for you.

Cora: [yeah, she was already moving, making a sympathetic face when she sees him] Is he going to be sick? [not necessarily a huge concern as she's reaching to take him from Scott already, but just something she should be prepared for]

Scott: No, I think we're past that point already. [cringes] But he's going to be hung over, that's for sure.

Stiles: Hey beautiful. [stumbles into her arms, all smiles] is it Friday already? Did I miss Thursday? Scott, why did I lose Thursday?

Cora: [she laughs] You didn't lose Thursday. You're just going to sleep here tonight. It's still Wednesday, you haven't missed anything yet. [she glances back around him to Scott] I'll get him some water and aspirin. Thanks for getting him here.

Scott: No problem. I already texted your mom that he was going to crash instead of driving back. So she's got Dina.

Cora: Good. Thanks.

Lydia: [waves him off before closing the door behind him] You get him into bed. I'll get the water.

Cora: [nods before starting to steer him towards the bedroom] Did you have a good time?

Stiles: Best night ever. Better than the strip club in San Francisco.

Cora: [eyebrow raise] What strip club in San Francisco?

Stiles: Oh baby, we were broken up and Billy and Nick wanted to give us one of their 80's movie life lessons.

Cora: Ahhh. [she guides him to sit on the edge of her bed, crouching down to get his shoes off] I don't need to know.

Lydia: [comes back in with a glass of water and two aspirin. She hands the aspirin to Stiles first.] Take.

Stiles: [blinks a few times, then nods and does what he's told.] I just need a few hours sleep. Or a cheeseburger. I could really use a cheeseburger.

Lydia: [she then hands him the glass of water] Drink. All of it.

Cora: [she nods as she gets his shoes off] Maybe we can get a cheeseburger tomorrow after you sleep.

Stiles: [pouty sigh at both of them, but he drinks the water.]

Lydia: Good boy. [a nod] And with that, I'm going to bed. See you both in the morning. [and off she goes]

Cora: [places his shoes and socks off to the side, and waits for him to finish the water before placing the glass off to the side and reaching for his top shirt] Arms up?

Stiles: Night Lydia. [and then he's being the good, happy drunken boyfriend and lifting up his arms and looking at Cora] She's home. We can't have a bed date when she's home, can we?

Cora: [eyebrow raise] I don't think this is going to be the kind of bed date you're thinking of, sweetie.

Stiles: Okay. Oh hey, they guys were telling me weird things and I don't know if they were true or not cause you never tell me about it.

Cora: [his shirt comes off and she's moving to his belt and jeans to get those off as well, and then nudging him back under the covers] What kind of weird things? [which she is a bit apprehensive in asking because ... boys]

Stiles: [moves back into the bed] Do you want to bite me?

Cora: [she stiffens a bit at that, because of all the weird things she's expecting ... that's not one of them. She moves around to crawl under the covers next to him as she tries to figure out how to answer] Bite you how?

Stiles: On my neck. You always like kissing me there and Isaac says that he and Malia always bite each other there. And Scott says he wants to but he doesn't want to hurt Allison and if you want to bite me there you just gotta tell me so I can buy turtlenecks.

Cora: [oh ... oh. she shifts next to him to pull him closer, letting him rest his head against her chest and her arms curl around him] We can talk about that when you're sober.

Stiles: But I just.. I... [oh look, her breasts. best pillow ever]

Cora: [she thought he'd like that. Her fingers thread through his hair a bit, and there are feelings that churn in her stomach a bit] It's more than just a kink, okay? So we'll talk about it after you sleep.

Stiles: [talking into her breasts] Uh huh.

Cora: [smirks slightly at that, her fingers continuing to slide through his hair in a gentle rhythm] Comfy?

Stiles: Uh huh [he's totally nuzzling. he's claim she was cheating, but no, not really all that caring at the moment]

Cora: [she tips forward, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and just continuing those gentle touches, listening to his breathing and his heartbeat as she does]

Stiles: [and no, with all that gentle touching and the alcohol and yeah, he's passing out pretty quickly]

Cora: [that's what she thought. And she'll just curl up with him and try to drift off to sleep herself. It'll take her a bit, with the thoughts swirling in her head, but eventually she does and she'll sleep until he wakes her]

Stiles: [and he's going to wake up in the morning with a snort, having drooled all over you, Cora, and then groaning and holding his head because owwwwwwwww]

Cora: [it's okay, she wasn't very fond of this shirt. It's the groan that gets her attention though, and she just curls in closer as she starts to stir]

Stiles: [blinks awake, squinting at the sun before looking at her] Well, at least I wasn't hallucinating that part.

Cora: [she chuckles softly as she opens her eyes giving him a sympathetic look] Nope. How bad is it?

Stiles: I think someone used my head as a pin cushion. [groans, whimpers and just rolls back into her] Make it stop.

Cora: [she cringes softly, before tugging at the blankets and pulling it up over their heads so that it's blocking out the sun] A little better?

Stiles: [opens his eyes, then nods] Yeah, a bit.

Cora: [that's good for now. She shifts so that she's cradling his hips with her legs, letting them settle so that he's resting comfortably almost on top of her] I warned you about drinking with Matt and Tyler.

Stiles: I thought Scott and Isaac would stop me.

Cora: [she cringes a bit] I'm sorry they didn't.

Stiles: I need a magical healing liver.

Cora: I'll put it on your Christmas list.

Stiles: I think we should put it before new mom and sibling for my daughter...

Cora: [laughs softly, before nodding her agreement] Much more important. [she pauses for a moment, running her fingers softly through his hair nuzzling her cheek against his as she speaks] So how much of last night do you remember?

Stiles: [is totally scruffy in that way with guys who can't really grow facial hair but their peach fuzz just gets a bit thicker] Umm, actually, a lot of it. I don't really forget much when I'm drunk.

Cora: Oh. [so much for skillfully dodging that conversation. She doesn't mind the scruff though] So you remember the stuff Isaac and Scott were talking about?

Stiles: Yeah. It was um... I know you always like playing there and i mean... it explains why and all...

Cora: [she shakes her head] It's ... instinct. And kind of possessive, and I know that ... that wasn't the kind of situation you had with her I don't want you to think that I have to, because I don't. [wanting to and needing to are two completely different things and while that instinct is there, she can fight it]

Stiles: [blinks, because no wait... something is off here] Well, Suzanna wasn't a wolf so she wouldn't have bitten me...?

Cora: [her eyes fall a bit hand coming to rest against his side as she gets herself to actually say it] She still marked you.

Stiles: [oh. OH. He took a deep breath, and wow he sobered up in that moment, and he pushed up to look down at her] They bother you, don't they?

Cora: [she looks up at him and there's a moment where she tries to put it into words] Not all of them. But the nail marks - it's a little irrational. [because she knows, logically, that he's hers now. That he's not going to be taken away by her, because Stiles just wants Cora. But the marks are still there almost as though they're a walking reminder of someone else's claim to something that's hers, even if the claim is an old one.]

Stiles: Cora, it's not irrational. [he thinks a moment, trying to remember which of the scars were from her nails] Would it help to know their stories?

Cora: [she pauses for a moment, sucking in a breath as she tries to put it into words, and shaking her head] Only if you want to tell me. [though to be fair hearing about it, as much as she wants him to be able to share with her, might only piss her off more] It's not an ... emotional thing. Or a conscious one. Wolves mark their mates to show their claim to the rest of the pack. Usually it's just biting during the actual act, but they can use their claws too. I see them and while logically I know that they weren't made out of love or that kind of bond, my instincts still go a little ... [she waves a hand] ... because you're supposed to be mine, but you're marked by someone else. [and it seems selfish, after everything he's been through, to ask him to let her do the same]

Stiles: [Sam had mentioned about services that help remove scars from DV victims] The difference is, Cora... you're not wanting to hurt me in doing that. I know that. [he though a moment, then sat up and showed her the left side of his back.] You know, you can't see them anymore, but right here? [he pointed at a set of faded marks that were a shade lighter than his skin, but not scared bumps] put your hand there. I think you'll see it's a different hand that made these. [they were hers from one of their early days when she would rake his nails down his back in the midst of sex]

Cora: [she remembers, and her hand finds it all the same, the tips of her fingers gently falling into place against his skin] I know. And it shouldn't matter, because I know that you're mine regardless. It's just this ... possessive feeling that I can't really shake.

Stiles: [he bites his lower lip a moment, then nods] Then I'll get them removed.

Cora: [frowns as she looks up at him] What?

Stiles: If they bother you, I'll get them removed. Sam told me there's a few options for victims to get surgery to remove scars and stuff...

Cora: [she shakes her head a bit, her hands coming to brace his sides as she looks up at him] You don't have to ... don't do it just for me. And I'm not doing that thing I did back then ... [she takes a breath] I can deal with it. I'll get used to it. I'm not telling you not to, but don't do it just for me. [she can't scar, but she knows enough to know that they're important - they can be stories or signs that you survived and she doesn't want him to just take those away, whatever they mean to him, just because of her]

Stiles: I don't want you to be angry every time you look at me though. [his eyes dropped though, his hand shaking a bit]

Cora: No, Stiles ... [her hands move up to cup his face, drawing his eyes back to her and her thumbs brushing against his cheeks] I'm not. I'm not angry, not at you.

Stiles: I know you're not angry at me, but it hurts you. [he pulls away, moving to get out of the bed] I just... I just need a minute.

Cora: [she nods as she lets him go, flopping back against the pillows and pulling the covers down so that they're back into the room again, out of their own little bubble. She knows she upset him, and she feels bad about it being over something he can't control, but at least she's being honest about it, which is a step all the same]

Stiles: [he grabs his shirt as he goes, pulling it on as he goes to the bathroom, his face somewhere between a scowl and pouting]

Cora: [takes a breath as she watches him go before drawing her knees to her chest and facepalming into them. Stupid wolf. Stupid Scott and Isaac. Stupid her for even bringing it up again in the first place.]

Stiles: [in the bathroom, he's just leaning over the sink, looking at his face a moment and the scars he could see. Cora didn't know how much he hated them. How much it hurt detailing out each instance. The photos taken. The doctors prodding. Dina's doctor always asking and checking her carefully. The pain he suffered on each one. His fingers gripped the counter hard as he tried to push all that anger back away so he didn't explode into an attack here because it wasn't Cora's fault. It wasn't her fault at all and she was his good thing and he couldn't let her think he was angry at her]

Cora: [if he wants them gone, she wouldn't stop him. But she doesn't want him to do it just for her. She wants him to do it for him, and maybe she sucks at communicating that but she's trying to be better at that, at least. She'll just give him whatever space he needs, waiting for him to come out and come back to her]

Stiles: [he finally gets himself calmed down again, running a hand through his hair before turning on the sink to wash his face. When he's done, he looks at the mirror] Get it together, Stiles... [two more deep breaths, and he walks out and goes back to the door of her bedroom, a lot calmer] I'm thinking I need coffee. You wanna go get some coffee with me?

Cora: [she takes a breath, nodding for a moment, before glancing down] Here, or ... ?

Stiles: [scratching at his neck nervously] Either? I kinda want an espresso myself. And maybe like, five donuts.

Cora: [she nods. she could stand to get out of the apartment too] Just ... let me change. [so that she's not covered in her boyfriend's drool]

Stiles: Yeah, I should finish getting dressed. [sniffs his shirt] Do you have one of my shirts around I could wear? [because no, it's not a strange question to ask]

Cora: [not when Cora Hale is your girlfriend] There might be one in the closet. [and she's going to get up and go to her drawers to just find a t-shirt jeans to change into]

Stiles: [goes to her closet and yeah, there's like three of them. He shakes his head] Still a klepto I see. [and he grabs one of them and changes, finding the rest of his clothes around]

Cora: [she gives a bit of an innocent shrug as she pulls her t-shirt over her head] I like wearing things that smell like you.

Stiles: And that still would sound creepy if I didn't know you were a wolf. [small smile over his shoulder]

Cora: [she laughs a bit, before making her way closer, arms sliding around his waist] If I remember correctly, you weren't exactly complaining when you saw me in them. Or when you took them off me.

Stiles: No, no I'm not complaining. [blushes a bit] I'm just glad it's not my pants you're into wearing.

Cora: [she shakes her head a bit, before pressing a kiss against his shoulder] Coffee?

Stiles: [he nods] Coffee. And Donuts.

Cora: [she nods, pulling back to step into a pair of shoes] Let's go.

Stiles: [and he takes her hand, then stops a moment] Wait... why aren't you at school?

Cora: Professional day. I have to do some kind of online seminar thing later.

Stiles: Oh, okay. [and he will go with her out and they can walk hand in hand to the coffee shop]

Cora: [yep because they're adorable, and once they have coffee and a dozen donuts sitting between them, she'll just try and figure out what's going on in his head and if she should try and poke at it]

Stiles: [he got them a table in the back so they could have that privacy to talk] I'm sorry, by the way. I'm not mad at you, just so you know.

Cora: [she shakes her head, her hand wandering over to find his] I didn't mean to upset you.

Stiles: [he holds her hand, his other busy with a donut] I know. It's just still a sensitive topic. Honestly, I hate them. But it's um... it's not the scars, but the stuff linked to them. I'm still working on this part with Laura... I just... some people tell me to get rid of them for me, and some tell me it's like a badge of honor. To show people what I survived.

Cora: [her thumb brushes against the back of his hand, nodding as she listens to him talk] I ... if you don't want them, or need to get rid of them, I wouldn't stop you. They're your scars. I don't scar, everything that happens to me just disappears, but I know how important they are. I just don't want you to think you have to erase them because I have this weird wolf instinct.

Stiles: Cora, everything about you is a weird wolf instinct. I love your weird wolf instincts. [he took a bite of the donut and thought a moment] I don't know if I want to go through surgery to remove them. And even so, it's more to fade them. I'll still know where they are.

Cora: [she nods a bit] You'll always know. Getting rid of them won't erase what happened, it will just be so that other people can't see it.

Stiles: [nods] That's why if it upsets you... That's a reason for me to do it. Because I don't want you to look at me every night and see them and be hurt.

Cora: I know. But what still matters is if you want to do it. Because there are ... other ways around it, that are less invasive but more ... [her, you know, biting you]

Stiles: [nods] I um.... you know, to be honest... when we're together... I know it's weird but most of the time I'm just... I was waiting for it. Like something in me knew that's what you're trying to do. And I um... I mean I know you can't change me or anything. And I'm not actually afraid of it.

Cora: [... hearing him say that is kind of a massive turn on. Why are they having this conversation in public again? Probably so that they would actually be having a conversation] Really?

Stiles: [nods, taking a sip of his coffee] I um... I just... well, I'll just need to get work shirts that hide it so people don't ask. And... I just think if you want to, we should. And if after I can't... then we can figure out. But I don't think I can't... I just don't know, you know?

Cora: I can do it somewhere people won't see it. [a little lower, so that it's just below the neckline. With Stiles's history, she doesn't want people getting the wrong idea] But we can try it. And if you don't like it, then just tell me.

Stiles: [nods] And if nothing else, just takes one bite to leave a scar. So it'll stay.

Cora: [she nods. she'd probably do it with her normal, human teeth first, just to see how he reacts. The fangs would be something they'd work up to because even with his consent, she wants to make sure she doesn't hurt him]

Stiles: [and to be fair, the first few times are going to be a bit hard on him, but it's something he's willing to work on for her.] You just may have to be a bit patient with me, okay?

Cora: [she nods quickly in agreement] Of course.

Stiles: [nods, but he's obviously still working on it in his head. And that's why he's eating his donuts because they helped him think. and he wanted that jelly one next]

Cora: [she'll give him whatever space he needs to figure that out, working on her coffee a bit as she does]

Stiles: Is... is Lydia even home?

Cora: [shakes her head] Probably not, she usually has class today.

Stiles: [nods, thinking] Um... then can we um... while we're thinking about it and all?

Cora: [nods in agreement] Yeah. Yeah, we can.

Stiles: Good thing I don't have office hours. I just should be back by two since that's when Dina gets out of pre-school.

Cora: [she nods with a small smile] Plenty of time.

Stiles: We just have to finish the donuts first. Or they won't think we love them. [smirks]

Cora: [she laughs a bit before picking one up and taking bite out of it] We wouldn't want that.

Stiles: Nope. Donuts are love, and we need to cherish each one. [and back to focusing on food]

Cora: [food is a much better focus] Especially when they're chocolate.

Stiles: I'm fond of the jellies.

Cora: I remember.

Stiles: [smiles a bit, then squeezes her hand] I love you.

Cora: [she squeezes his hand back] I love you too.

Stiles: [and they can finish up those donut if they have no other major topics]

Cora: [nope, just donuts. and hopefully this'll relax him a bit before they get back]

Stiles: [totally. he will be putty in her hands, though when they start up, he will be a bit nervous, but obviously the sex itself will ease that]

Cora: [hopefully. if he's relaxed it'll be easier.]

Stiles: [but no, totally getting into it because well, it's Cora and he loves her and it's sex with her and he really, really loves sex with her]

Cora: [good, because she really, really loves sex with him too. And she doesn't want to put him off that]

Stiles: [and eventually, they will get to that point - maybe a bit slower than normal because of his nerves, but he's tilted his head for her unconsciously because he's already used to her kissing him there at that moment]

Cora: [she continues to brush soft kisses there, before dipping slightly lower, just under were the collar of his shirt would be. her tongue laves over his skin softly, before letting her teeth graze just slightly]

Stiles: [there's a soft intake of breath, but he's still lost in the moment of them together that it doesn't really pull his attention away. It's not different than what he's used to]

Cora: [she pauses, pressing one more kiss to his skin before she bares her blunt, human teeth and lets them sink down into his skin. It's gentle, but enough for him to still feel it]

Stiles: [that gets a gasp, his shoulder stiffening for just a moment... and then he just melts into her, his head moving to give her more room]

Cora: [she eases up slightly when he stiffens, but when he melts into her that submission surges through her, teeth sinking down a little bit harder as she falls over the edge. It's definitely enough to leave a mark but it's more of a hickey than anything else]

Stiles: [he gives out a soft cry - whether it's from him falling over the edge or her teeth or maybe both - either way it's a good cry and he will collapse on her when he was spent, panting]

Cora: [she leans back against the bed, relaxing against the pillows and watching his face carefully, trying to see if she can tell what he's thinking.]

Stiles: [he finally pushes back a bit, his hand reaching for the spot as he tries to look at it. He can see the marks, and it's a bit tender, but...] You didn't use your fangs?

Cora: [she shakes her head, her fingers moving up to join his. Even if it's not the same as her fangs it's still a mark. It's still him being hers, and it's enough, for now] I didn't want ... I didn't want to risk seriously hurting you. I've never actually bitten anyone like that before.

Stiles: [nods, then leans his head over to kiss her hand on top of his] Well, that I didn't mind. Actually... kinda felt good.

Cora: [there's a shy, bright smile at that] Yeah?

Stiles: Yeah. [chuckles] So um... yeah. I'm good. [and he is. No anxiety, nice and relaxed, and his fingers squeeze hers over the mark]

Cora: [she smiles a bit before leaning up to kiss him, slow and sweet, something inside her quieting at the mark, no matter how temporary. She pulls back after a moment to whisper against his lips] Thank you.

Stiles: [he just smiles at her in response, then kisses her a moment before he pulls back] Now... should I be biting you too? [why he only thought of this now, who knows]

Cora: [she chuckles softly at that, before nodding] If you want. It won't stay, but you can.

Stiles: So like this, right? [and he playfully nips at her shoulder, so not even seriously pressing down hard]

Cora: [she smirks a bit, before tipping her head back, showing the same submission he showed her] A little higher.

Stiles: [and this time, he's less playful, more serious as he kisses his way to the spot, and then lets his teeth graze over her shoulder and neck]

Cora: [she arches up slightly, giving her head a little more room to fall back. She shivers at the graze of his teeth, encouraging him further]

Stiles: [really needs to change out his condoms, but he's starting to get heated up again as he kisses her neck harder]

Cora: [she can feel that, her hips pressing back against his as her hands find his shoulders. He's right, he should, but she's finding it really hard to care at the moment]

Stiles: [he's back into it, his hips meeting hers, and it takes him a moment before he pulls back] Need a new condom...

Cora: [she whines softly before nodding. Fine. Go quickly and come back]

Stiles: Unless you want to risk fulfilling Dina's Christmas list [he kisses her, and then pulls back reluctantly to go clean himself off and get a new condom]

Cora: [stays in bed and waits, her hips shifting a bit against the covers as she waits for him to come back]

Stiles: [and he comes back, smiling as he makes his way back to the bed , crawling on top of her and kissing her again to get them back to where they had been]

Cora: [smiles a bit into the kiss, bracing her legs on either side of him and pulling him closer]

Stiles: [and they are back at it again, slower and taking their time, savoring it]

Cora: [she's more than happy to take their time, letting her hands slide over his back and sides, touching everything she can]

Stiles: [and he's all happy and eventually speeding up to get them to the moment]

Cora: [she's almost there, breaking the kiss and tipping her head back as her hips keep pushing forward to meet his]

Stiles: [his arms are taking his weight as he thrusts in, and it's only a moment later then before he's falling over the edge]

Cora: [she's goes with him, whimpering softly as she waits for him to do what got them started in the first place]

Stiles: [and he does feel a bit awkward, but he kisses along her neck and as it hits, he bites down on her. And then feels like his jaw hits steel on her body and he let go just as quickly]

Cora: [she moans softly at the feeling of his teeth, and it's not as long as she would have liked, but it was enough. Her legs squeeze the sides of his hips as it happens, keeping him close as she comes down]

Stiles: [he snuggles against her afterward, running his tongue over his teeth] I think I almost broke my jaw on your shoulder.

Cora: [she frowns a bit at that, before looking over at him] Really?

Stiles: [he's chuckling, but rubbing at his jaw] Werewolf bodies don’t like me trying to damage them, it seems.

Cora: [she frowns slightly at that] Maybe you should try a little higher.

Stiles: [ nods] I'll keep trying.

Cora: [her teeth rake over her lip] You don't have to if you don't like it.

Stiles: [he looks at her, then reaches over and kisses her] We'll figure it out.

Cora: [smiles a bit as she kisses him back] Okay.

Stiles: [kissing for a bit] I should get going so I can get home and shower before getting Dina.

Cora: [sighs softly as she nods] Okay.

Stiles: As much as we both would probably enjoy just spending the rest of our lives in bed, I have a daughter to pick up and watch Sparkle Pony Dance Off with at least thirteen times today.

Cora: [she laughs a bit at that before nodding] And I'll see you tomorrow.

Stiles: See you tomorrow. [kiss] Tell Lydia thank you from me for helping take care of me last night. [and he gets up to clean up and put his clothes back on]

Cora: I will. [and she's just going to roll over and watch him as he gets ready to go]

Stiles: [notices her and shakes his head, chuckling as he is finally dressed and sits on the bed to get his shoes back on]

Cora: What? [she pushes up into a sitting position and pressing against his back] I like looking at you.

Stiles: [leans back into her a moment] Yeah, well never said you had good taste. [smirks]

Cora: I have excellent taste.

Stiles: And yet you still choose me.

Cora: As I said. [small smirk] Excellent taste.

Stiles: [laughs] I really have to go, Cora.

Cora: [presses a kiss to his shoulder] I know. Go.

Stiles: [Kiss] Love you. [and he's off to go back to Daddy world]

Cora: [and she is going to shower then nap then actually do that online seminar she was supposed to do today. whoops.]

Stiles: [and he is going to find a shirt that will hide the bruise on his shoulder and hope to god no one in the Hale House sees him walking shirtless in his room as he tried on a few shirts]

Talia: [he will get lucky. Those around will be too polite to say anything.]

Stiles: [and then he has Dina and Ryan - paying back all those babysitting days to Allison - and Sparkle Pony Dance Off in repeat as he tried to work on his tablet from home on a code that Neha had sent him she couldn't crack]