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Cora Hale ([personal profile] impetere) wrote in [community profile] thepicketfencecliche2015-07-24 09:59 pm

spamalot } { of werewolf urges and mate bonds



Stiles: [and no, literally going to be kissing Cora the second the door is open and they are heading into her place]

Cora: Mmph! [there's a noise of surprise but she's not complaining, kicking the door closed behind him as her arms wind around his neck, keeping him close as they stumble inside]

Stiles: [his hands are going to her hips, picking her up so easily so that she's up at his level as he ends up just pushing her against a wall, kissing her hand and needy]

Cora: [she moans at the way he manhandles her, swallowing the kisses greedily as her legs slide around his waist, using her legs to pull him in closer and sliding her fingers up into his hair]

Stiles: [just wow, these instincts are really overpowering and he's so not going to fight against them. He's been trapped in a bed unable to barely walk for over a month and no, no he's going to spend half the day making love to his girlfriend and no, maybe the entire day in fact because he really, REALLY wants to devour her in a good way right now and all his thoughts are spinning in a way he's not used to and nope, just kissing her against that wall and pressing his body close]

Cora: [is a-okay with all of these plans, all of these instincts, everything he's feeling right now, because there's a part of her that missed him so much it ached and if they wound up spending all day in bed, she can't say she can think of a better way to spend the day. Eventually her lungs start to burn with the need to breath and she tugs softly on his hair to break the kiss, panting and feeling her arousal spike with the press of him against her]

Stiles: [yup, tiny growl at being made to pull back, but he's panting hard anyway. but he looks at her, all confused because why are we stopping?]

Cora: [he doesn't have to stop completely, he just has to give her a chance to catch her breath. there's a moment, and then she gives him a devilish smirk, before leaning in and nipping at his bottom lip, tugging back before leaning in to kiss him again. This time the pace is a little slower, but still has just as much urgency to it.]

Stiles: [oh, okay. No, he remembers that he used to need to breathe. He smirked back and kissed her again, going with the new pace but still pressing in a bit closer, his arousal evident to the point of trying to break free on it's own]

Cora: [her's is probably starting to become evident to him as well, and she's not letting her lack of being able to sense it take away from the moment for her. There's a moan as his hips rock into her, the hard line of him pressing against her and she pulls back just enough to ask] Condom?

Stiles: I'd have to put you down. [and go find it. And neither things he wants to do and at the same time god yes he needs a condom and the smell is intoxicating and not helping him want to stop]

Cora: [she doesn't really want him to stop either, but she knows they need a condom. Just because her boyfriend is spontaneously a werewolf doesn't mean they can get away with unprotected sex. Even if the idea of him inside her with nothing between them makes her shiver in the best way. But no. They need to be smart.] Bathroom. [and then she's leaning in to kiss him again, threading her fingers through his hair]

Stiles: [okay, well then. He's going to keep kissing her, but yet he will push off the wall and try and walk them to the bathroom. And he will get them there through his stubborn willpower alone and then he's putting her on the sink counter and blindly trying to find the box of condoms he left there from last time and when he finds it, he gives her the box because no, he may actually rip it apart. He takes the moment to step back to get her out of her pants, and then get his unbuttoned and down.]

Cora: [she fumbles her way into finding one, before dropping the box into the sink behind her. She tears open the package and moves to roll it on him, before tugging him back in with her legs again]

Stiles: [He's back close and he's kissing her as he thrusts into her hard, and then just stays there a moment savoring to feel of them together again like that. His hands slide to her hips, and then he starts to move slowly]

Cora: [She moans softly at the feeling of him inside her, kissing him back eagerly and letting her take that moment to adjust to him. As he starts to move, her hips rock up to meet his, fingers gripping his shoulders tightly as she loses herself in every sensation]

Stiles: [the slow pace is only going to last so long before he's speeding up, one hand on the mirror for leverage now, the other on the small of her back. He kisses along her jaw until he finds the spot on her neck that smells the strongest of her, her heartbeat pounding against his lips and he finds his thrusting trying to match the rhythm]

Cora: [her fingers scramble for purchase against the back of his shirt as his pace increases, until it hits the point where she's just along for the ride. Her head falls back to give his lips better access, soft breathy moans falling from her lips as she feels herself getting closer to the edge]

Stiles: [he's running on pure instinct at the moment, falling head first into the wolf and it isn't long before he's at that edge, and the fangs are out and he's biting her, claiming her as his mate for anyone who didn't already know.]

Cora: [there's a high, sharp sound of surprise, but it takes her over the edge with him, hard. It hurts, but she's too lost in him and what it means to fight him, not that she could anyway. Her fingers dig into his shoulders and eventually she relaxes around him, trying to catch her breath]

Stiles: [it takes him a minute to come back down from there, and when he does, he coughs a bit, leaning back and there's a bit of blood around his lips and he's looking at her neck and he's fumbling now for the box of band aids that they keep near the condoms...]


Cora: [she doesn't really start to feel it until he pulls back and the other endorphins start to fade. It starts with a dull throb of pain, and her hand comes up in confusion, pulling away and seeing the blood against her fingers] Did you ... ?

Stiles: Yeah, I am... sorry I couldn't control it... wow um... yeah, let's get some Neosporin on that.

Cora: No. [she shakes her head with a small smile] It's okay.

Stiles: But you're bleeding. I mean, like I could have damaged something.

Cora: You could have, but you didn't. [and there's a part of her that really loves that he did] And I didn't even notice until after.

Stiles: [and he's going to just lick his lips, and then suck on them. Because no, the taste of your blood in his mouth is kinda weird. But he doesn't mind?]

Cora: [she smiles a bit as she watches him, before turning towards the mirror to see if she can get a look at the bite]

Stiles: [rubs at his neck] Your mom's going to kill me.

Cora: My mom doesn't have to know.

Stiles: Well, I guess we're lucky it's turtleneck season...

Cora: [she glances back to him before grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for a soft kiss. She holds it for a moment, before pulling back with a small smile] I'm glad you did it.

Stiles: [he kisses her back, cupping her cheek gently, then smiles] At least now I know how strong that urge is in you.

Cora: [she smiles a bit before nodding] Yeah. It is.

Stiles: [he looks over at it, reaching up to touch it] That's going to scar, you know.

Cora: [glances down to follow his fingers] Let's hope it stays once I'm back to normal.

Stiles: [thinks, and then pulls his shirt off again, looking at himself in the mirror] Well, mine aren't fading.

Cora: [she pauses for a minute as she looks at them, her fingers wandering over and running her fingers over the claw marks. the possessive feelings are still there, but they're much less than they used to be. It's ... odd.]

Stiles: [he looks at them, though, and his feelings are spiked on the matter and his eyes flash as his anger at the memories comes swiftly]

Cora: [she catches the flash of his eyes, and her hands move to his sides, smoothing over them lightly to try and draw him back to her]

Stiles: [she's able to do so easily, and he looks at her with his yellow eyes before the blink back to brown.] I'm thinking bed.

Cora: [she nods a bit in agreement, reaching for the box of condoms] Bed sounds good.

Stiles: [he thinks, then wraps one arm around her and easily puts her on his hip, carrying her to the bedroom and making sure he grabs the clothes too so if Lydia does stop in, it's not a sexnado in the bathroom]

Cora: [she giggles a bit at that, before leaning in closer to press soft kisses against his neck, as well as nip at his jaw]

Stiles: [And he's just going to drop the clothes on the floor of her bedroom, gently drop her on the bed, and then crawl on top of her] So I've got six weeks to make up for.

Cora: [she places the box to the side as she lands, reaching back to unhook her bra before pulling that and her shirt over her head] You do.

Stiles: We'll just have to see if you can keep up with me for once.

Cora: [she grins a bit at that] I think I'm up for the challenge.

Stiles: Good. [And he shucks the rest of his clothes and goes to kiss her again, leaning over her. He hasn't noticed yet, but his body is tightening up a bit to match the new metabolism. The little bulgy stomach is fading away to something a bit more firmer, his muscles are getting a bit more defined, and he's looking a lot healthier in his skin tone too - the pale warming up to a nice natural tan color]

Cora: [is still not complaining as she leans into the kiss, though she hasn't really noticed either. She just is soaking in the feel of him against her again, reacquainting herself with him after so much time apart]

Stiles: [and he's going to take this time to explore her body, letting his new senses tell him things about her he never knew before. Touch, taste, smells - just taking it all in as he works his way down her body, teasing every inch of it]

Cora: [leans back and relaxes into his touch as she lets him explore, taking the time to let her skin drag against his. Everything still feels like it's subdued somehow, but it doesn't feel any less real and she just leans back to enjoy the ride.]

Stiles: [and he's going to take his time when he gets to her sex, inhaling her scent deeply and leaning in to savor the taste. He puts her legs over his shoulders and slides his tongue along her slit before he presses closer, teasing her with his tongue along her lips, and sucking on her clit]

Cora: [sucks in a breath at that, her back arching a bit against the bed. her fingers slide down through his hair, heels pressing against his back as she tries to give herself more leverage]

Stiles: [there's a growl when she pulls on his hair, and he playfully nips at her inner thigh in return. But he's not stopping until she is completely satisfied with his efforts]

Cora: [she smirks a bit at the growl, giving his hair another gentle tug in return but soon she's not doing it quite so deliberately, her hips rocking gently under his ministrations. Her fingers tighten when he pushes her over the edge again, before she drops back against the bed with a happy sigh]

Stiles: [he's a very proud of himself little shit in that smirk as he kisses his way back up her body until he's found her lips as his fingers go looking for another condom]

Cora: [she leans up eagerly into the kiss, hands sliding down his shoulders and back. The box isn't far from her, and if he takes too long, eventually she'll reach over and turn the box so that the mouth is pointing in his direction]

Stiles: [no, he finds the box, and he's just going to upend it onto the bed. They're going to use a few more of those so why bother with the box. He smirks against her lips as he does so, amusing himself as he actually tries to open one on his own, and succeeding in not destroying it. He even gets it on without much difficulty and he lifts one of her legs to his hip as he slides himself in] Am I going to want to bite you every time I orgasm? [he needed to know because he had to figure out how to control this or he may actually rip her throat out]

Cora: [she gasps as he slides into her, leg flexing against his hip as she nods] Yeah. But wolves usually heal so ... if the mark's already there then I don't know if it goes away.

Stiles: [he leaned over to kiss the bruising and bloody spot on her neck] Guess we'll see.

Cora: [she closes her eyes at that, before nodding] Guess we will.

Stiles: [and this time, he manages to go a lot slower and really just make love to her]

Cora: [enjoys the slowness of the moment, fingers sliding over him and meeting his pace with hers, trying to make it last as long as possible, but eventually she finds herself falling over the edge with a soft gasp]

Stiles: [and he joins her in that, his fangs not coming out this time, but he's drawn to her neck still and nurses the mark even after he starts to come back down, laying on top of her and nuzzling her]

Cora: [hums softly at that, tipping her head towards him to brush her cheek against his] There's a part of me that wishes I was still a wolf right now.

Stiles: How come?

Cora: Because that was amazing. [she's not saying it wasn't] But think of how it would be with both of us with the same senses, same strength. We wouldn't have to hold back.

Stiles: [kisses her jaw] Is that you asking me to ask your mom for the bite?

Cora: [she shakes her head] No. I wouldn't ask you for that. [her fingers come up to brush against his chin] It's just a thought.

Stiles: I know you wouldn't. But hey, we can consider this a test drive?

Cora: [she hums softly, before shifting on her side to face him more] Do you want the bite?

Stiles: I've never really thought about it. It's just always been a no because I didn't have a reason to want it.

Cora: Do you have a reason now?

Stiles: Well, you know, this promise of amazing sex.... [smirks]

Cora: [she laughs a bit at that, before nodding] I'm serious.

Stiles: I am too. [grins]

Cora: [she shakes her head] I love you as you are. And the sex is pretty amazing as you are too.

Stiles: Well, thank you. [and he kisses her at that.] And I love you no matter who or what you are. For the record.