spamalot } { of drunk girlfriends and losses of control

[impetere]

Cora: [pouts at them both] Stop being mean to me.

Tyler: Can’t hold her own without a healing liver.

Cora: [so many frowny faces as she tries to slide off her stool] If you're going to be mean to me I'm just going to go home. [the heel of her shoe catches the rung and she lets out a slight shriek as she starts to tip forward]

Stiles: [moves quickly to catch her] I think going home is a good idea anyway. In fact let’s get you a bottle of water to go so we can start with the old fashioned human healing process now on the hangover.

Cora: [smiles a bit as he catches her, looking up with a bit of a grin at him] You're really warm.

Tyler: Take her home, Stiles. She's wasted.

Stiles: [ smirks at her, then nods] I will. Say goodnight, Cora.

Cora: [turns and gives a bit of a wave as she does] Goodnight Cora. [a beat] Why am I saying goodnight to me?

Stiles: Oh my god you are adorable. [snuggles her close to him] I love you, you know that right?

Cora: [bobs her head a bit, as she leans into him, letting him lead her to the door. once she hits the cool air outside, she reaches down and starts to pull at her shoes] These shoes are stupid.

Stiles: You will have to walk barefoot to the car. Can you keep them on until we get to the car you don't want to step on something?

Cora: [makes a face] Do I have to?

Stiles: Just till we get to the jeep. It’s right over there.

Cora: [she sighs dramatically] Okay.

Stiles: [kisses her to make it worth it]

Cora: [her arms go a bit flaily but she sinks into the kiss quickly, the sigh that comes next is soft and longing]

Stiles: [grins and keeps kissing her a moment, then pulls her back] Now if you get to the jeep with your shoes on, you get another one.

Cora: [she pauses for a moment, as though she's giving it serious thought, probably because in her drunken state she thinks she needs to, before nodding] Okay.

Stiles: Good. [and he takes her hand and leads her to the jeep] So did you have fun tonight?

Cora: [she bobs her head] Yeah, it was fun.

Stiles: And now you know what being drunk feels like because you, my dear, are wasted.

Cora: It feels nice. Kinda fuzzy though.

Stiles: That's the sulfites playing in the blood in your brain. You don’t get enough oxygen and it will make you hurt tomorrow.

Cora: [she makes a face at that] That doesn't seem fair.

Stiles: Well alcohol isn't really good for you so that's why it does that.

Cora: Still not fair. [but she keeps wandering to the Jeep, unable to stop the slight sway as she walks]

Stiles: Well, now you know to make sure to stop me before I get this bad.

Cora: Okie-doke.

Stiles: [and once they are at the jeep, he opened the door to help her in]

Cora: [she slides into the seat, settling in to get comfortable before grabbing his shirt to pull him in again] Deal's a deal.

Stiles: [grins] That's right. [And he leans in to kiss her as he buckles her in safely]

Cora: [sighs happily into the kiss, letting him manhandle her however he wants.] Can I take my shoes off now?

Stiles: [ laughs] Yes, fine, you can take your shoes off now. I'm going to drive you home.

Cora: [bright smile as she starts to tug off her shoes putting her feet up on the dash and letting her toes flex]

Stiles: [just shakes his head and goes to start driving them, taking him time and going to long way] So how you feeling, babe?

Cora: I'm feeling awesome. And buzzy. And ... hungry.

Stiles: You want me to stop and get you something to eat?

Cora: [she nods some more before] Nachos. I really want nachos.

Stiles: [ laughs] Then nachos we will get. [and he goes looking for a Taco Bell]

Cora: [grins as she shifts back in her seat] You're the best.

Stiles: You're my girl. I always take care of my girls.

Cora: You take care of me really well.

Stiles: I love you. There’s no chance I wouldn't.

Cora: Well, you're the best at it. [she inches a little closer, letting her head rest against his shoulder] Hands down.

Stiles: [one of his hands goes to hold hers] And you take care of me too, baby. Every time I need it.

Cora: [her eyes go a little sad at that] Not every time.

Stiles: [no, he's not going to go there. Not going to turn this sad] And this time if a few tacos is what you need, I can deliver.

Cora: [the mention of tacos she's immediately distracted from the sad she was heading to] No, nachos.

Stiles: I stand corrected. [laughing]

Cora: [grins at his laugh and is quiet for the rest of the way to Taco Bell.]

Stiles: [and there is enough food ordered to feed like, the entire lacrosse team. But he's hungry.]

Cora: [so is she. And then off they go to lookout point to eat it?]

Stiles: [yup. Eating all the food and watching the stars]

Cora: [snuggles into his shoulder as she pops her chips in her mouth] These are the best nachos ever.

Stiles: [ realizes something] You're going to want to hold that opinion until the morning. You haven't had taco bell as a human before.

Cora: [frowns at that] Why?

Stiles: It's fast food. Your body may not like it later.

Cora: Oh. [looks down skeptically at her food] So it may be evil?

Stiles: It's Taco Bell. It's totally evil.

Cora: Maybe it's possessed.

Stiles: I think it would have to be real meat for it to be possessed. [yeah, that's what his tongue is telling him. he feels like he's eating salt with a bit of fake meat]

Cora: I don't think it matters.

Stiles: [nope, he's already done with this] I can't believe I used to live off this stuff in college.

Cora: We used to do a lot of crazy stuff in college.

Stiles: Yeah, we did. I think we almost got me kicked out twice.

Cora: [sits up a bit] Wait. How did we almost get you kicked out?

Stiles: Apparently there were more security cameras in the building than we thought....

Cora: [it's taking a moment to dawn on her before she hissed] Were they watching us in your room?

Stiles: No, not in the room, though I did get a letter about telling my lady friend that the walls are not ladders.

Cora: [eyes widen] You never said anything.

Stiles: Because I didn't care!

Cora: I didn't want to get you kicked out of school, though.

Stiles: But I didn't. So we're good

Cora: [she sighs] I think you just liked me climbing in your window.

Stiles: I did. Scott used to joke that I needed to grow my hair out and I'd be Rapunzel.

Cora: Why?

Stiles: Cause... you know... climbing up tower into a window...

Cora: No, why did you like me climbing in your window?

Stiles: [he just shrugged] Because it was secret. We didn't need anyone telling us when we could and couldn't see each other. We just did what we wanted, and well, knowing you'd go through that kind of effort just to be with me was flattering.

Cora: [she smirks] I just liked it because it was the fastest way to get to you.

Stiles: Not complaining.

Cora: I'd climb into your window now if it wasn't my mom's house.

Stiles: I know, it kinda defeats the whole purpose now.

Cora: Maybe you can climb in my window instead.

Stiles: I could. I mean, I have the skill set now to do it.

Cora: I think it'd be good. And it'd be a nice surprise.

Stiles: I will add it to my list of things to do this month while I'm a werewolf.

Cora: Good.

Stiles: [he abandons his food and just lays back on the roof of the jeep, looking up at the stars. He blinked, then squinted like he was trying to see them better, and slowly his eyes shifted to yellow on their own]

Cora: [finishes off her nachos and shoves them into the garbage bag, before she looks up and notices his eyes] What're you looking at?

Stiles: The stars. Everything's just so clear.

Cora: I missed that in Boston.

Stiles: Me too. I mean, we could see stars, but not like this.

Cora: That's why I love it here.

Stiles: [licks his lips a moment, looking up at her] Cora... why did you really go to Boston?

Cora: I wanted to go to MIT. [there's a beat as she shifts so that she's more in his level] But I needed some space too. I wanted to see if I could do something on my own.

Stiles: You know, Google offered me a job in Boston. That office I told you about. Right after graduation.

Cora: You didn't go because of me?

Stiles: I thought about it. Thought that maybe a year or two and maybe we'd run into each other and see what happened, but I um... I decided not to. You were pretty strong in telling me what you wanted, and even if I thought you were wrong, and it sucked... but I wasn't going to make it worse on either of us.

Cora: [there's a small smile and one hand comes up to brush against his face] I wish you had.

Stiles: [oh, that felt good. His eyes fluttered shut and he pressed his cheek into her hand] Hindsight is always 20/20.

Cora: [nods a bit, but decides that she doesn't want to talk about this anymore. she just wants to kiss him. so that's what she does]

Stiles: [there is rarely an instance where kissing Cora is not a good plan. So he's just going to go with it]

Cora: [good. she's going to do a lot of that, the alcohol plus the feel of him against her making her feel warmer and she pushes closer to him, wanting to feel more and more of him pressed against her]

Stiles: [which will eventually lead to him rolling on top of her while they are still laying on the roof of his jeep, the food long forgotten at their sides as he covers her like a very warm Stiles blanket and kisses her more]

Cora: [hums softly as he settles over her, her hand starting to wander over his back as one leg hooks up over his hip]

Stiles: [and his head is going to lift up as he hears the sound of an approaching cop car on patrol] Oh shit, if that's my dad coming...

Cora: [drops her voice to a dramatic stage whisper] Should we hide?

Stiles: Kinda hard to hide a baby blue jeep. Let's just act like we're only eating. [and he reluctantly rolls back to where he's near his food and so not trying to make out with his girlfriend]

Cora: [whines softly at the loss of warmth, but does as she's told, lying back on her stomach and trying not to seem buzzy]

Sheriff: [and oh look who it is. He sighs and gets out, followed by Parrish at the other door] Stiles, Cora. Why am I not surprised?

Stiles: Because it's a Friday night and we were hungry?

Cora: [picks up her head and grins at the sheriff] Hi! [she's still tipsy, sorry Stiles] We went to Taco Bell.

Parrish: [snorts] Looks like you were feeding a small army.

Sheriff: No, just my son, who can eat like one on the best of days.

Stiles: [waves at Parrish] Got a few extra tacos if you want one. Not the nachos though, or else she may bite you.

Cora: Not as hard as I used to though. [is Parrish in the know? Probably not. This is why you don't get werewolves drunk.]

Stiles: [blinks] Wow, that was just a bit too much TMI there, sweetheart.

Sheriff: [rubbing his temples] You two know better than to be in the preserve like this after dark, even if your mother owns the land, Cora.

Cora: [she opens her mouth to say something, but manages to stop herself before she can spit out "but that was because of me and it's not a full moon."] But I live here.

Parrish: [nope, just going to be very quiet over here now, thanks]

Sheriff: You live in a house about two miles that way. Which is where the sober one of this pairing is going to start driving you towards.

Stiles: Alright, Dad, we get the picture.

Cora: [pouts a bit, but she nods] Okay.

Sheriff: And I will see you both at dinner in eighteen hours. [and he's off to head back to the car and taking Parrish away from them, but staying in sight until the blue jeep actually moves]

Cora: [sighs softly as she shifts closer to him] Guess you should take me home.

Stiles: I guess I should. You want back to the apartment, or staying with me. [your mom]

Cora: My place.

Stiles: Alright. [and he's driving her back home]

Cora: [and when they get there, she will drag him upstairs with her because he's staying. he doesn't get a say.]

Stiles: [aw, and here he was planning on dropping her off and then climbing up into her window. Which would be better since he probably would end up crawling into Lydia's room first on accident and then having to explain himself and no, better this way]

Cora: [it is. This gives him a chance to scope the place out and do it better later, without awkward Lydia involvement. Her hands fumble with her keys when she gets to the door, and she stumbles back into him a bit, trying to keep her balance]

Stiles: [he will just hold her upright, hands on her hips, trying not to playfully kiss at her neck because he doesn't know or think to just smell and check for Lydia, so he doesn't want to do anything the banshee would see]

Cora: [She's not going to make it easy for him, with the way her head tips and bares her neck to his gaze without even thinking about it. Eventually she finds the key she's looking for, sliding it in the door and leading the way inside. The apartment is dark and when she reaches the side table, she finds a note that she squints to read in the darkness] I can't read this.

Stiles: Yes, it's this wonderful invention called the lightbulb. Trust me, it'll solve all your problems.

Cora: [makes a face at him] I'm used to not having to need it. You read it. [and she shoves the paper at him as she reaches down to re-rid herself of her shoes. Basically it says that Lydia is at Caroline's and will be back tomorrow.]

Stiles: We have the place to ourselves is what it says.

Cora: [grins a bit at that, closing the door behind him and locking the door before reaching for his hand and pulling on it, pulling him towards her bedroom] Good.

Stiles: [and like he's not going to go with her. really]

Cora: [she would be very sad if he didn't, but one she's sure he's following her, she's starting to pull out of her clothes, because honestly she's been wearing them for too long anyway, and it's too warm for that]

Stiles: [and he's going to do the same, but stopping at the mirror to look at the bullet wound that is gone from his stomach and back completely. and then he notices it] Whoa... hey Cora, look at this.

Cora: [moves closer, peering at him curiously in the darkness] What?

Stiles: [oh, he's smiling brightly] I have abs. I'm like, freaken ripped.

Cora: [she laughs a bit at that] You should bring them over here and stare at me instead.

Stiles: Yeah, but I know your abs. I know your abs intimately.

Cora: Well, I want to get to know your new ones.

Stiles: [licks his lips] Okay, I can do that. [and all but flying onto the bed to be with her]

Cora: [yes, good, there's the response she's looking for. She pulls him in closer and seeks to get as much contact with him as she can, hands pulling against his skin as she settles herself next to them, shifting their bodies until every inch of her is touching a part of him]

Stiles: [which is really how he likes it too, and he's kissing her hard as his hands explore the few tiny bits of exposed flesh to tickle and tease]

Cora: [she giggles softly as he hits one good spot, before shifting her hips and rolling them so that he's on his back beneath her and she shifts her kisses to his neck]

Stiles: [there's a soft growl of pleasure at that, his hands pulling at her hips to press against his as he bends his neck for her] You know... I really hate that we can't just... live together like this.

Cora: [hums softly against his skin fingers trailing down his chest as she moves lower] Why can't we?

Stiles: Well, I mean... your parents back where I'm at, or else we have Lydia... and Dina obviously...

Cora: [she hums softly in agreement, nipping gently at the soft ridges of his stomach, before continuing to move lower again]

Stiles: And we can't... you know... I mean Lydia needs you, and Dina... she is old enough to know we're not just wrestling or something.

Cora: Mmmmm-hmmm. [and she's going for his fly as he talks, only really having the capacity to focus on one thing at a time, and it's not this conversation.]

Stiles: [and he's going to keep rambling until she basically does something that makes his hips lift and him groan to the point where conversation - what conversation?]

Cora: [yes, good, that's what she's going for. She'll get back to this when she's finished]

Stiles: [nope, just take your time, Cora. The conversation can be put on hold indefinitely as long as you just never stop doing that right there with your tongue]

Cora: [not a problem. and she's a bit of an overachiever so unless he tells her to stop, she's going to keep going until she has to stop, fingers of one hand trailing against his thigh]

Stiles: [she can't hear his heartbeat to tell her that he's close. His fingers grip the bed though and his groan turns into that growl again] Cora... [his voice has dropped a bit, his eyes glowing from the top of the bed.]

Cora: [she hums against him but that's not a stop, so she keeps going, shifting her grip just slightly to push him there faster]

Stiles: [and if she doesn't stop, she's going to keep going as he hits his edge and goes flying over]

Cora: [she swallows as she pulls off gently, moving up to press a kiss against his stomach, before moving up to kiss him, tangling her legs in his]

Stiles: [his fingers playing through her hair as she slides back up, and he is panting and smiles at her, tiny little fangs peeking out from his lips as yellow eyes stare at her]

Cora: [she sees those eyes glowing back at her and she can't help but lean in and kiss him harder, not really caring if his fangs catch her lip]

Stiles: [he kisses her back, his free hand going to her back to keep her close as he tried to learn how to kiss with the four extra-long teeth in his mouth at the moment]

Cora: [eventually she breaks the kiss to breath, brushing her fingers against the side of his face gently] I want you to stay here all the time.

Stiles: [oh that's right, they were having a conversation] But what about Lydia and Dina?

Cora: Lydia won't mind. And we have a guest room that could be Dina's room.

Stiles: We should still ask. [and he wasn't sure. If he left, Talia and Thomas would be alone again, and he knew that they both loved having Dina around. Not that they didn't already have six grandkids to fill her spot, but it wasn't every day]

Cora: Okay. [she leans in to kiss him again, dragging his attention back to her] Later.

Stiles: [he smiles and kisses her back] Later.

Cora: [she hums softly into the kiss, before shifting a bit so that she's rolling onto his back, pulling him to settle on top of her]

Stiles: [and it was going to be his turn to tease her with his kisses and soft nips, slowly working his way down her body. He needed to get himself going again, and her taste was helping]

Cora: [her head falls back against the pillows as he moves lower, fingers sliding up his back and then over his shoulders and into his hair as his lips moved away from hers]

Stiles: [taking his time, his lips pay special attention to her breasts as his hands slide between her legs, teasing her opening before sliding up inside of her]

Cora: [she moans softly as he enters her, back arching up onto the press of muscle above her - it's more firm than it usually is, but it still feels like him which is all that matters]

Stiles: [well, it's only his fingers. because he hasn't gone for a condom yet. It's actually not on his mind because there is a part of his mind right now that doesn't care or want it, but wants to actually mate with her fully.]

Cora: [his fingers are still more than she had five minutes ago and her brain is hazy enough that she's not really thinking about that either. All she's really thinking about is the way he feels against her, wanting more, wanting to keep feeling how she's feeling]

Stiles: [he doesn't have the control yet to not let the instinct take over, and so when he was hard and ready again, he didn't break in the momentum and just replaced his fingers with his shaft, pressing in hard and deep]

Cora: [there's a gasp as she feels him enter her completely, fingers digging into his shoulders and it doesn't quite occur to her what's happening in the haze of arousal and alcohol. But it feels good and she's in no mood to stop him, pushing her hips up to meet his, rocking up to meet the press of him]

Stiles: [maybe later when the alcohol was burned and he was back in control would they realize just what they had done, but for now the feel of her without a barrier was the best. fucken. feeling and he shifted her hips so he could get in even deeper with each thrust as he lowered his head to kiss her hard on the lips]

Cora: [yep. later. Later would be the panic and the anxiety, but right now she feels closer to him than she's ever been and she doesn't want him to stop, leaning up eagerly into the kiss and tangling her fingers in his hair]

Stiles: [he doesn't want to stop. Nope, no stopping on this train. And as he gets himself back to the edge, his lips are going to trail along her neck to the spot still bruised from last time and he started to kiss and suck there]

Cora: [her head tips back and her shoulders push up into his lips, giving him that show of submission as his mate, the thing that she knows sends chills down her spine when he does it for her. She's getting close to the edge herself and it won't be much longer before her body starts to tighten around him in preparation for that climax]

Stiles: [there is a soft growl of approval as he feels that moment. Stiles has always been a submissive in this, so being the dominant one was strange and new and it wasn't much longer before he thrust into her hard, exploding as he hit his peek, and his fangs bit into her neck at the same time to claim her as his]

Cora: [the second his fangs sink into her skin, she's following him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tenses, then relaxes boneless under him. As she comes down, she's starting to feel tired, heavy, which is mostly the alcohol, but she blinks her eyes, trying not to pass out on him]

Stiles: [as he comes back down, he pulls his head back to look at the bite, and it's actually not nearly as bad as it had been last time. He kissed it gently, and then went to kiss her as he rolled them to their sides]

Cora: [hums into the kiss and rolls with him, holding it for a moment, before pulling back and tucking her head against his shoulder]

Stiles: [he snuggled against her head] I love you.

Cora: Love you too. [her eyes close as she settles in closer] Sleep now?

Stiles: Um hmm. [he could clean up in the morning.... wait.... he blinked, his head clearer and he pulled back a bit, his eyes wide] Oh shit.

Cora: [he's pulling away from her and that's not good. She whimpers a bit in protest before looking up at him, still not quite getting it] What?

Stiles: [his jaw works a bit and he looks up at her nervously] Um.. Cor... do you remember if I put a condom on or not?

Cora: [she blinks at him for a moment, confused because of course he did, but then the question really hits her and it's enough to sober her slightly, looking up at him with wide eyes] Oh God.

Stiles: [He looks at her, because there is really only one way to find out and he honestly doesn't remember getting one. So he's going to pull out and yup, no condom.] Oh fuck. Cora... I'm sorry. I didn't...

Cora: [crap. crap crap crap. She rubs her eyes for a moment, before shaking her head and trying to keep the panic at bay] It's okay. It's okay, I'll just go to a pharmacy in the morning. It'll be fine.

Stiles: You sure? I mean, maybe there's something I can do now? [panicking werewolf is panicking]

Cora: [she shakes her head, one hand moving to rub his back gently] No. Not unless you have a morning after pill in your pocket.

Stiles: No, not really something I carry around every day.

Cora: Then the best thing for us to do right now is sleep, and we'll figure it out when both of us are sober. [she shifts closer again, pressing a kiss against his shoulder] This isn't just on you, okay? I forgot too.

Stiles: [licks his lips, nodding] I know. I just... as much as I want us to have kids, right now actually isn't the best minute to start that plan.

Cora: [she shakes her head] I agree. Not now. But we'll deal with it.

Stiles: [he nods, and goes to resettle in the bed, nuzzling against her neck for comfort]

Cora: [she nuzzles him back, closing her eyes again, trying to keep the anxiety from rising before she manages to slip off to sleep. It's not as easy as it would have been before, but eventually she does manage to fall asleep, tucked in safely next to him]

Stiles: [he's nervous too, but he knows math and science and as long as Cora takes the pill she will be fine. But still, it was a stupid risk and he wasn't going to stop beating himself up over it. He may have to ask Derek to help him control his instincts. No, scratch that. He was asking Scott or Isaac. Less chance of death that way]

Cora: [good plan. Derek probably wouldn't be as helpful in that department]

Stiles: [and so sleepy sleepy times]

Cora: [yep. And she'll actually wake up before him, feeling all hungover and gross, but she'll try to sneak out of bed to see if hopping in a hot shower will help]

Stiles: [and no, he's just going to stay sprawled out on the bed like he usually does]