canon au } { post-s4, of acceptance letters and committments

[impetere]

Stiles: [looking both ways down the hallway as he comes up the stairs, and then just slides his way down to her door casually like he's supposed to be there, knocking on it and leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, nodding at one of the girls stepping out of her room two doors down]

Cora: [glances up from the book in her lap and frowns. She puts her notes to the side, hopping down off the bed to open the door. When she does, her eyes widen in surprise] Stiles!

Stiles: [big grin] Surprise!

Cora: [she grins, tugging him inside before the RA catches him] What are you doing here?

Stiles: [waits until the door closes, and then pulls a letter out of his back pocket and reads] Dear Mr. Stilinski, we are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to be a member of Berkley's class of 2018. Blah blah blah due to your amazing SAT scores and positive interviews, we would like to extend to you a full scholarship to cover all costs of your education. You will be expected to maintain a 3.5 GOA in order to maintain your scholarship. [he looks at her, spreading out his arms]

Cora: [yeah, she's happy. She's really happy. She's going to take that open arm invitation to close the space between them and kiss him. Yes. Good. Really good.]

Stiles: [he wraps his arms around her, kissing her deeply, unable to stop smiling. He's been smiling since the letter came that morning and Sheriff brought it over to Stiles during lunch.]

Cora: [she pulls back from a kiss after a moment and just grins at him] I told you you could do it.

Stiles: Well, I'll admit I had a lot of motivation.

Cora: I'm very glad you succeeded.

Stiles: And you're sure you're ready to put up with me for four years? Because you know, I accept this, there's no getting rid of me. [bright grin]

Cora: [there's a part of that statement that sets her heart thudding, wanting that to be true more than anything. She knows what Peter told her, about that urge she felt but even if she's more conscious of it, that doesn't stop it from being there. Her arm snakes around his neck to pull him closer, and she pushes up on her toes to put herself in kissing distance] Promise?

Stiles: Cross my heart and hope to die. Well, hope to not die. No dying for me.

Cora: [she shakes her head] Definitely no dying.

Stiles: [grins and leans his head down to kiss her again]

Cora: [eagerly kisses him back, really content to just do that for as long as he wants]

Stiles: [well, eventually he needs to breathe, which he does, panting, and then looks over at her bed] Oh crap, you were studying. I totally took you away from your stuff.

Cora: [she shakes her head] Nope. This is better. Studying can wait.

Stiles: Well, okay, as long as you don't have a test or anything tomorrow.

Cora: [she shakes her head] Nope. No test. Just you.

Stiles: Good. I told Dad I'd head back in the morning but I didn't want to just tell you this over the phone.

Cora: I'm glad you didn't. I missed you.

Stiles: I missed you too. [runs a hand along her cheek] This is what you get for dating younger men still in high school.

Cora: I think I can live with that choice.

Stiles: [he grins, and then kisses her again, using his hand to hold her neck and keep her nice and close]

Cora: [sighs softly as she leans into the kiss, her hands sliding over his back before fisting into his shirt to do the same]

Stiles: [and keeps going until he has to breathe] I love you.

Cora: I love you too. [a lot. more than she's really comfortable admitting to at the moment] I'm really glad you're going to be here next year.

Stiles: Me too. If nothing else, it's going to save me a lot of money on gas.

Cora: [she nods a bit] I like it better when you're sleeping next to me. [just having him close is comforting and if this means she gets more of that, she won't fight it]

Stiles: Will we be able to do that? I mean, I forgot to ask if freshman are required to live on campus.

Cora: No one's required to live on campus. Only if you think you might need housing later.

Stiles: Oh, okay. Well, I guess I'll figure out how to do the room and board thing from this if I live off campus.

Cora: Even if we did do the dorms, we could still stay with each other. I don't think Tara would mind.

Stiles: Or I could try and get a single? Or you know, we could introduce Tara to my roommate and hope sparks fly?

Cora: Either way, it'll be more than we've seen each other lately. It'll be good.

Stiles: Yeah, it will.

Cora: [grins before pulling him up to sit on the bed with her] So I get you for tonight?

Stiles: Yup. I just need to be back in Beacon Hills for the game tomorrow night.

Cora: Good. I like it when I have you all to myself.

Stiles: Hopefully you won't get tired of me too quickly when I'm here all the time.

Cora: [she shakes her head a bit, leaning in to kiss him] Not possible.

Stiles: You say that now. Just remember that. I'm going to hold you to it.

Cora: [she nods] Don't worry. You're stuck with me. [and there may be a bit more to that than there used to be, but she keeps kissing it, hoping to distract him before he can think about it]

Stiles: [nope, he's not going to complain at all. He likes all of these ideas, so nothing to think about beyond just kissing her and pulling her down onto the bed with him]

Cora: [she goes with him eagerly, molding her body against his and just sinking into the kiss]

Stiles: [and he will just be very, very happy making out with his girlfriend over the fact he got into college]

Cora: [so will she. As she tries not to think about how the mark has faded and Peter's not wrong, in she does feel that she wants to replace it, keep him being hers, but she can't do that again. Not without him knowing what it means and she still hasn't figured out how to tell him. So she just lets herself sink into his arms and tries not to think about it]

Stiles: [after a bit he leans back, looking up at her and smiling] Yeah, this was the right choice coming up here.

Cora: [she smiles a bit at that] It was definitely news best delivered in person.

Stiles: So after spending a day in school and then driving almost five hours up here, I'm actually kinda exhausted.

Cora: You're going to fall asleep on me? [totally teasing]

Stiles: Well, not unless you know something to boost my adrenaline.

Cora: [she hums softly as she resettles over him pressing herself closer as she kisses him more slowly]

Stiles: [Oh this? This is good. He groans a bit, shifting to push himself up to meet her kisses]

Cora: [she grins a bit into the kiss, rocking her hips down into his as she kept the pace of the kiss, letting her hands wander over his sides]

Stiles: [groans at that, smiling against her lips] Cheater.

Cora: [she grins a bit, not pulling back] You did say I should get your adrenaline up.

Stiles: Yeah, I guess I did. And I'm not complaining. Far from it.

Cora: Good. [and with that she'll resume kissing him again, eventually pushing closer and tugging at his clothing]

Stiles: [yeah, it's getting a bit too hot in here. He's going to fumble to get her books and stuff off the bed, and then help her with the whole taking off all the clothing between them]

Cora: [once the clothing is gone, she shifts them so that he's above her. She doesn't have preference for positions often, but tonight she just wants him like this, limbs tangled in his and feeling the press of his weight above her]

Stiles: [he's not going to complain, finding his balance on top of her so he can move easily. He pressed down on top of her, skin pressing against skin and he kissed her deeply as he did so.]

Cora: [she leans into the kiss with a sigh, hands sliding over his shoulders and taking him in, letting her fingers thread through his hair. As she does, her legs shift a bit, legs bracing against his hips]

Stiles: [he grinds against her, his hardness pressing against her sex. He needed to get a condom soon though because he was close to ready]

Cora: [she moans softly at the press of him against her, pushing her hips against him in return. Her fingers wander behind her to find the condoms and pulls one out, pushing it into his hand]

Stiles: [he gets that clue and he's going to pull back his hips enough to go and get the condom on without even looking at this point - he's getting good at that - and once he's done, he shifts to guide himself inside of her with a groan nice and slowly]

Cora: [she moans softly as he slides into her, hips lifting a bit to meet him and her head falling back against the pillows]

Stiles: [he kissed along her neck, his hips moving nice and slow as his hands went to cup and knead her breasts firmly]

Cora: [she arches up into his touch, letting him take his time, just sinking into the feeling of him, dragging her nails just slightly against his back]

Stiles: [he groaned at her nails, pressing in deeper and playfully nipping at her shoulder before going to kiss her lips again, slowly speeding up]

Cora: [she moans a bit into the kiss, hips rocking up into his. she holds the kiss for as long as she can before she breaks it with a pant, her lips moving to brush lazy kisses against his shoulder]

Stiles: [his breaths came as pants, the in and outs matching his heartbeat as it speed up. He pulled her closer, pressing his cheek to hers as he sped up, feeling himself getting close]

Cora: [she's right there with him, feeling the urge to sink her teeth into the skin there and mark him as hers. She can smell him around her, the way their scents are mingling and she wants more, but she resists the urge, tipping her head back as she rocks her hips up into his thrusts, tipping herself over the edge]

Stiles: [a few more thrusts and he joined her, gasping her name as he did so and once he was spent, he braced himself up over her, looking down with a smile] God, I love you.

Cora: [she looks up at him with a wide smile] I love you too. [one hand comes up, fingers sliding through his hair as she keeps him close]

Stiles: [He closes his eyes, focusing on getting his breath back into a slower pattern and leaned into her hand a bit]

Cora: [tips her head to the side, just watching him as she does. Her thoughts are still swimming, trying to figure out what she should tell him, if anything. So she's just going to watch him pensively, and hope to distract him with her fingers in his hair before he catches on]

Stiles: [no, he's clueless still. But he's going to open his eyes a moment later, chuckling] We should probably get some clothes on before Tara comes back.

Cora: [she blinks a bit before nodding] Right. Yeah. She's probably getting out of class soon.

Stiles: I kinda need to stay on her good side for the rest of the school year after all. Plus not really sure she wants to see my pale, skinny ass as the first thing when she walks in the door.

Cora: She does not. [and she will reluctantly detangle herself from him to try and get some clothes back on]

Stiles: Which, for the record, I would like to forever limit the access to that sight to like, just you and me. [pauses] well, and the lacrosse team but I can't really help that part.

Cora: [she laughs] I am very good with that.

Stiles: [and he's going to get up and take care of the condom, and then pulling his shirt and boxers back on.] I was thinking of packing a bag but I realize that a third of my wardrobe is in your drawers.

Cora: [she looks innocent as she pulls on her underwear, followed by one of those pieces of his wardrobe in the form of one of his flannel shirts] Only a sixth, tops.

Stiles: Good thing I like how it looks on you. [smiles]

Cora: [she smiles a bit, before sliding back into bed and reaching for his and to tug him back under the covers with her] Good thing. [and they sleep! the next day she's up first, which isn't exactly uncommon, but she shift and go back to sleep like she usually does. her brain is still spinning too many thoughts as she tries and makes sense of what she's feeling, when she really isn't sure. She knows Stiles at least has to be made aware of some of this stuff, but she doesn't really know where to start, either. So for right now she just lays there, watching him sleep and trying to figure out if this is something she really needs to talk to him about now]

[♫ Thinking Out Loud ~ Ed Sheeran]

Stiles: [he used to be a deep sleeper, back before the nogitsune. Ever since then, it had been a paranoia to let himself fall too deep. He didn't want to dream - there was always the fear he would start to not be able to tell the difference again - or worse he would start sleepwalking again. But it was different when he was with Cora at night. Just something about her presence was like a safety blanket wrapped around him, and those fears disappeared and he sleep deep and sound those nights. Like today. Which was why he didn't wake up to the staring right away as he slept. But as his internal clock changed over to nudge him awake for school, one eye cracked open and then he saw her just... staring at him. His other eyes opened and he blinked, his eyebrows frowning in confusion] Was I do something weird in my sleep?

Cora: [she smiles a bit at that, shaking her head as she glances down at the small space between them] No, sorry. I was just thinking.

Stiles: About what? [because that was your frowny face, and he knows that face comes when it's Cora in Deep Thoughts time]

Cora: [he's not wrong, and her face scrunches a bit] It's not ... [she can't even bring herself to finish that and blow it off as not important because it is] ... it's kinda hard to talk about.

Stiles: [well, that has him waking up the rest of the way] Yeah, probably is but that's usually a reason why you should talk about it. What's going on?

Cora: [she closes her eyes, glancing back over her shoulder to make sure Tara was actually still sleeping or had gone off to get breakfast or something, before turning back to him] You know that ... thing I did, last time?

Stiles: [his eyes follow hers and he sees the lump under the blankets and knows to keep his voice down] The whole biting thing? Cora, I already told you that I was okay with that.

Cora: No, that's not ... [she huffs a bit, before looking up at him] ... I didn't know, when I did it, but it apparently means more than just ... [her biting him]

Stiles: [blinks] Oh.. kay? Well, I mean, I figured you were just caught up in the moment and all and well, I mean, Cora you are a werewolf. Biting is a thing.

Cora: No. [her head tips forward a bit to rest against his shoulder, trying to figure out the words] For wolves it's not just a hickey. It's claiming a potential mate. [she uses Peter's words because they're easier, less emotional. They don't have to do with what she feels, they're just the fact of it]

Stiles: [he thinks on that a moment] Well, of all the things that could have been bad on that possibility list, that meaning is really low on the list of things that would be bad between us. Right?

Cora: [she pulls back a bit to look at him again, trying to figure out exactly what he means by that] I ... guess?

Stiles: I mean, I'd like to hope you'd see me as a potential mate. I mean... [he huffs and sits up a bit more, squinting his eyes shut a moment as he thinks of what to say] I mean, Cora, I'm not just here for a good time until someone better comes around. I'm here for you. You know that, right?

Cora: No, I know. But ... a bite like that is kind of like an engagement ring.

Stiles: .... Engagement or promise?

Cora: Engagement. But I didn't know that that was what it was, and I'm not trying to rush things.

Stiles: [he rubs at his neck, a bit shocked and a bit... happy... at the same time] Forget about thinking about rushing anything. Is that how you feel? I mean, obviously your instinct side is feeling that way or we wouldn't be having this conversation but is that something you've been thinking about?

Cora: [she looks down a bit, her hands resting against his chest] I ... I don't know. But if it was, I don't think it's a bad thing. If it was you, forever - I'd be pretty happy with that.

Stiles: [he sucks on his lip a moment, and then just smiles] You sure about that? I can get pretty annoying sometimes.

Cora: [she shakes her head a bit, the smile relaxing her a bit] Not as bad as you think.

Stiles: You're just saying that because you love me. [bigger grin]

Cora: [she smiles a little in return] I do love you.

Stiles: And I love you. And I'm not scared to be werewolf engaged to you. I kinda like the idea.

Cora: [the smile widens a little more] You sure? It's not ... too soon or anything like that? Because if we do this, it's not just ... something we say. My instincts towards you are going to be more intense, more protective.

Stiles: My mom and dad got married right out of college, Cora. I don't see it as too soon at all. I mean, can we have a long engagement type thing? You know the signs when we're getting close to a werewolf wedding so I can at least tell my dad first, right?

Cora: [she isn't sure she knows the signs, but she could probably figure them out. But he's not freaking out. That's a really good sign] Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.

Stiles: Okay then. [his smile grows just that bit more] Yeah, this is probably the best 24 hours of my life right now.

Cora: [her smile widens into a full grin, as she leans in to kiss him softly] But let's ... not tell my brother, okay?

Stiles: I'm more worried about your sister. [he kisses her, a long time over now used to kissing before brushing his teeth in the morning]

Cora: [she cringes a bit] Or her. Let's not ... tell anyone, because I think no matter who we tell, they're going to freak out a bit. Except for ... probably Peter.

Stiles: ....... [he thinks because no, no that explained something and he nods] Yeah, he saw it on me, didn't he?

Cora: [she nods a bit] Yeah. And he called me because he figured I didn't know what I did and he was right.

Stiles: [sighs] Well, I guess it was a good thing then, right? I mean, the more you know.

Cora: [she nods a bit] Especially glad because the next step is ... way more intense.

Stiles: ... How intense?

Cora: Well - for werewolf married? I'd be using my actual teeth. And once I did, we'd be able to feel if we were in trouble, kind of like the twins did? And it'd be good for you because you'd heal better and stuff. But ... Peter says he's heard that if one side of the mate bond dies, the other doesn't last much longer after that.

Stiles: [okay, well good... that's totally good... but that last bit] Yeah, considering where we live and stuff - that's not so good right now. I mean with you know, everything lately.

Cora: [she nods] Peter said we shouldn't do that until after college.

Stiles: Good to see he's planning our future already for us. [smirks]

Cora: [she laughs a bit] He says you're good for me.

Stiles: [blinks] Wow, he is actually becoming a real boy. Should I be worried? Is he going to become the weird uncle in the awkward v-neck sweater in holiday photos? I don't think I would be able to stop laughing if he did.

Cora: [makes a face at that] I wouldn't go that far.

Tara: [groans] And now I'm not going to get that image out of my head. Stileeeeeees. [hides head under the pillow]

Stiles: Oops. Good morning?

Cora: [glances back over her shoulder with a smirk] How long have you been listening?

Tara: [rolls over to look at them, and yeah, she was listening] Long enough to know I'm not going to be able to tell anyone about it. [except Maria. Because Maria hears everything eventually]

Cora: [sigh.] Yeah. Please don't. [and don't let Maria tell anyone either]

Tara: Alright, but I'm totally going to be the maid of honor at your human wedding. Because I’m pretty sure I don't want to be anywhere near your werewolf wedding. [smirks and sits up, stretching]

Cora: [rolls her eyes a bit at that] Deal.

Stiles: Thank you.

Tara: Don't mention it. [she grins at Tara] And next time, warn a girl before she's going to walk into a room with her roommate snuggling against her boyfriend. You're lucky the professor asked me to stay late to work on a project with him.

Cora: [cringes] Sorry. He surprised me and we got ... distracted.

Tara: Uh huh.

Stiles: I got my acceptance letter. Guess you're going to be seeing more of me next year now.

Cora: [she'll make it up to you. She'll buy that crazy coffee you like]

Tara: [speaking of coffee] So how about this - I'm going to go get myself breakfast. That should give you guys about thirty minutes to do... whatever you guys are into... and then I'll bring you both back coffee?

Cora: That sounds perfect.

Stiles: Can you make it an hour?

Tara: [raised eyebrow]

Cora: Stiles. [she sighs] Half hour is fine. Just text when you're on your way back.

Tara: [points her finger at Stiles] We are so going to be laying down house rules for you, buddy.

Stiles: Hey, I'm well behaved!

Cora: [laughs a bit] Go. Get food. Bring back coffee.

Stiles: I'm just the one who's going to have to sneak upstairs to shower.

Tara: You should have thought of that before you snuck in.

Cora: You can shower here, it's fine. I just have to escort you.

Tara: And on that note! [yup, she's going to grab her hoodie, slide on her sneakers and head out]

Stiles: [groans and lays his head back on the pillow]

Cora: [smirks a bit and waits until Tara is gone before she shifts so that she's resting on top of him more] Already excited for next year?

Stiles: We'll have our own room, right? With like a door?

Cora: [she laughs] Depends where we live. I think we were going to try for a suite, so maybe?

Stiles: That works for me. [grins over at her] So, we have thirty minutes. What are we going to do with them? [evil Stilinski grin is evil]

Cora: [she makes a face as though she has no idea, before shrugging] Not sure. Do you have any ideas?

Stiles: Well, I was thinking this. [and he leans up to kiss her deeply]

Cora: [there's a soft sigh into the kiss, one hand coming up to brush against the side of his face gently, before she leans into it]

Stiles: [he stays there a moment longer, and then pulls back] Or you know, we could just play a quick game of checkers.

Cora: [is not even going to dignify that with a response and just lean in to kiss him again]

Stiles: [he's good with that response. And with everything that's going to follow since you know, they are healthy young adults in a very committed relationship now.]

Cora: [yep. and the sign of that commitment is going to be back on him again because he's hers and she can, basically. But this time in a place that's not quite so visible - or at least easier to pass for a lacrosse injury]

Stiles: [and she's going to notice that the happy noise he makes when she does that is the same from last time - just that bit more deeper, with a tiny gasp and his body reacting to accept it fully unconsciously. Like his mind and body knew what it was and craved it in a way]

Cora: [there's a part of her that settles at that, knowing that he's okay with it, as strange as it is, and she leans up to kiss him again, soft and slow as they both relax after]

Stiles: [snuggles up with her as they kiss, and then] Wait... am I supposed to bite you back?

Cora: [she raises her eyebrows a bit and shrugs] You can, if you want. It won't stay, though.

Stiles: [he huffs] Maybe I'll just like, tattoo my name onto you somewhere later.

Cora: [.... there's a look at that that says uhhhhh no.]

Stiles: With a little heart around it? [so teasing but trying to look innocent]

Cora: [shaking her head and making a face because nope.]

Stiles: [laughing because that face is adorable] We can put it somewhere only I see. Like your butt or something.

Cora: No, Stiles.

Stiles: We could put it in code? Like Braille?

Cora: No tattoos, okay? We'll figure something else out.

Stiles: [sighs] Fine.

Cora: It's just ... you do remember that they have to burn that into my skin, right? [her skin. the girl who nearly died when her family home went up in smoke]

Stiles: [bites his lips] .... Yeah, sorry. I didn't think about that part.

Cora: It's okay. It's not that I don't want you to. [she actually really does] Just ... not that way.

Stiles: [nods, and then groans] Oh man, someone’s going to need to tell Scott about the werewolf engagement urges.

Cora: [there's a half-laugh] I really don't think he and Kira are there yet.

Stiles: No, but if he's prewarned, he will not just randomly bite her.

Cora: He's an alpha. I don't think he'd be randomly biting her to begin with.

Stiles: Well, not with his fangs.

Cora: [she pauses, before shaking her head] That's Derek's job, not mine.

Stiles: Well, I'm the best friend. I could tell him. But then he'll want to know how I know so... Um.... [no, he hasn't told Scott at all about the real origins of that bruise. Why would you think that? His nose wrinkling is so not a clue at all]

Cora: Yeah. Let's let Derek do it.

Stiles: Good plan.

Cora: [she sighs a bit, keeping close] What time is your game?

Stiles: Six thirty. But it's away game so I need to be at the school at four for the bus.

Cora: [she glances back at the clock, before sighing softly] You should probably start getting ready to go, then.

Stiles: it's going to be weird next year trying out for a team that doesn't have Coach on it. [he slowly sits up, stretching again before rubbing at his shoulder]

Cora: Good weird or bad weird?

Stiles: I'm not sure yet. I guess it'll depend on what the coach here is like.

Cora: [she nods as she pushes up with him, pulling his shirt back around her shoulders] You'll figure it out.

Stiles: You'll have to trade out my Beacon Hills sweatshirts for Golden Bears stuff.

Cora: I think I can deal with that.

Stiles: [and he's going to reach over for his clothes and start to pull them on] So you're still coming back home for my birthday, right?

Cora: [nods with a smile] Wouldn't miss it.

Stiles: Great. Cause it wouldn't really be a party without my werewolf fiancée.

Cora: [she smiles a bit at that before leaning in to kiss him] I'll be there. I promise.

Stiles: [cups her cheek to keep her close as he kisses her back] I'm going to miss you.

Cora: I'll miss you too. Maybe I'll try and come home before then.

Stiles: Well, you know what window to climb into.

Cora: [she nods] Just make sure you leave it open.

Stiles: It's always cracked just for you.

Cora: Good. [she buttons up the shirt, before reaching to grab a pair of shorts and slide on some flip flops] Come on. I'll walk you out.

Stiles: [pulls on his shoes and looks around before finding the letter from Berkley and carefully folding it back up and sticking it into his wallet pocket, then pats down his jacket looking for his keys. They jingle, and he pulls them out] Alright, I'm good. Just need...

Tara: [opens the door and holds out the cup of coffee] Good thing it already comes in a to go cup.

Cora: [she grabs her dorm keys off her desk before flashing Tara a smile] Thanks.

Tara: No problem. You just owe me a very nice, expensive coffee date. [she waved goodbye and went to flop into her bed with what was her third coffee]

Cora: [takes Stiles’ hand and leads him out to the car]

Stiles: [squeezes her hand, leading her to where he had parked the jeep in one of the few spots for visitors. And he has a convenient visitor decal hanging in his rear view that usually only gets handed out to visiting professionals or campus tour weekends]

Cora: [how handy. She stops in front of the Jeep, before stepping in to kiss him one last time] Have a good game tonight.

Stiles: [he's going to enjoy that last kiss, letting his lips linger inches from hers when she pulls back] I'll try my best not to get too manhandled. I'll text you to let you know I got back okay.

Cora: Okay. [and she takes a step back to let him get in his car]

Stiles: [he takes a deep breath and looks around, then gives her a small smile as he opens the door] You know, in a few months we won't have to worry about these parting moments. That's going to be nice.

Cora: [nods a bit with a small smile] Yeah, it is.

Stiles: [he leans in to put the coffee in it's place, is phone in the holder he had for long trips in case his dad called or he needed the GPS, and then turned to her] I love you.

Cora: I love you too. I'll see you soon.

Stiles: [and no, he can't go without one more kiss, closing the distance and both hands on her cheeks, pulling her lips against his]

Cora: [she pushes up on her toes a bit, using the edge of the door to balance herself and holding the kiss for as long as she can]

Stiles: [a few more second, and he pulls back with a sigh] That should last me two weeks.

Cora: I'll see you for your birthday.

Stiles: I'm sure I'll be running on empty by then. [he goes to climb into the jeep, closing the door and rolling the window down] You go back to that studying I interrupted.

Cora: [nods a bit in agreement, taking a few steps back to watch him drive away]

Stiles: [and he will, watching her in the mirror until he has to turn and head back home]

Cora: [she'll wait until he's out of view before sighing softly and turning to head back into her dorm]