peter & cora } { of desires and complications

[impetere]

Stiles: [and he will introduce her around to his squadmates because of course that's how he found out about this event. And then he's pulling her onto the dance floor. He's nice and happy, having had a few beers at this point]

Cora: [and she will be polite and friendly, but quiet because she's Cora and let him drag her out ot the dance floor]

Stiles: Alright, Miss Cute and Silent, what's on your mind?

Cora: [looks up] Nothing? Just ... taking it all in.

Stiles: [and he starts to groove to the music a bit] Well, you can take in all these sweet dance moves too.

Cora: [she laughs, before nodding her agreement] Trust me, those I wasn't missing.

Stiles: [and he does a spin and little finger guns at her] I've gotten better.

Cora: I can see that.

Stiles: [grins and pulls her into him, making her dance with him]

Cora: [which she will happily do. she loves the time she gets to spend with him because she doesn't feel like she has to be the alpha. she just gets to be Cora]

Stiles: [that is what he is good for. he only wants Cora.] So afterward, I was thinking we could drive to one of the desert canyons. Get enough hostess cupcakes at a gas station and have dessert in the desert.

Cora: [she laughs] Sounds good to me.

Stiles: [leans in close] And maybe we can work off all that sugar after.

Cora: [she grins] Maybe. If you play your cards right.

Stiles: I've gotten really good at cards. Just my luck.

Cora: Guess we'll see.

Stiles: Guess so. [and he will pull her nice and close and kiss her]

Cora: [sighs softly into the kiss as she wraps her arms around his neck and sinks into him]

Stiles: [and the cover band will notice and slip into a love song, and the guys will wolf whistle at the couple and he will grin, just keep kissing her]

Cora: [she'll let him keep it up for a second before she pulls away and blushes, burying her face against his shoulder]

Stiles: [laughs and kisses her shoulder] Welcome to my world.

Cora: [she shakes her head] I think I regret this choice. [teasing, clearly]

Stiles: Too late. You've already jumped into the deep end.

Cora: Guess I'll have to learn how to swim.

Stiles: You can do anything you put your mind to.

Cora: Oh really?

Stiles: Of course. I mean, look at half the things you did in school.

Cora: I didn't do that much.

Stiles: Um, math. Soccer team. Debate club?

Cora: Who never went to college and has to work two jobs to make ends meet.

Stiles: Who takes care of a handful of lost souls and trying to guide them while figuring out what she wants for herself.

Cora: In theory, they're supposed to be what I wanted for myself. I turned them, they're my responsibility.

Stiles: Are they though?

Cora: They're my pack. That's how it works. I'm the alpha so I need to protect them.

Stiles: Yeah, it's what you need to do. But is it what you want to do?

Cora: Honestly? I don't know. [she sacrificed what should have been her chance to explore in order to build his pack so she would have family and now she can't even explore, anymore without having to take considerations of the pack in mind. She had to essentially fight Scott to have these moments with Stiles, even though she has no idea if this would last] I love them. But I feel like I don't get to be me sometimes.

Stiles: Well, you can be you with me. You're not my alpha. [winks]

Cora: [she looks up at him with a small smile that fades a bit at the corners because how long would she get to keep him? the deadline for him heading to NASA is getting closer and she doesn't think she'll win]

Stiles: You keep doing that? You look so happy at me, and then it just fades when you think. [he leans closer and kisses her lips] Stop thinking so much, Cora.

Cora: [she closes her eyes into the kiss, sinking into his hold. she wants to stop thinking] It's not as easy to turn off as you think.

Stiles: I'm sure I can find a few ways.

Cora: That so?

Stiles: Oh, totally.

Cora: Then you better show me.

Stiles: [looks over at the rest of his friends but they are occupied with their partners] I think we can sneak out the back.

Cora: [she glances around before nodding, slipping her hand into his so he can lead the way]

Stiles: [and he will take her to the jeep, and they will go to the gas station and get a bunch of things that are totally bad for them, and head out into the desert]

Cora: [and she will go sit on the hood of the car and stare up at the stars]

Stiles: [and he will open up the back of his jeep and pull out the blanket he had grabbed, going to set it up on the flat surface nearby, making sure there are no rocks under them]

Cora: [waits till he's finished before making her way over]

Stiles: [and he's got a lantern set up to give him some light along with the stars and moon, but not bright like his headlights] I figure we're far enough back from the road that no one can see us, but not too far that the coyotes will come too close.

Cora: [she nods as she goes to stretch out next to him, the bomber jacket left back in the car] If not, I can scare them off. [her eyes flash red teasingly as she settles in]

Stiles: Oh, I'm sure. But I'm the soldier, and you're my girl. Tonight, I'm the one taking care of you. [and he's going to lean over her, kissing her]

Cora: [sighs as she kisses him back, one hand coming up to brush against the side of his face gently]

Stiles: [and he will kiss her awhile longer before going to lean back to look up at the stars]

Cora: [she curls into him after, trying to stay in the moment, but not able to keep her thoughts from creeping into her head]

Stiles: [it's probably hard, when she's staring up at the other love of Stiles' life] You know, they're saying that like, in 2030, they want to have a mission to Mars to colonize the planet. I wonder if you could be a werewolf on another planet with different moons and all.

Cora: [her eyebrows go up a bit at that] What makes you think I want to go to Mars?

Stiles: I don't. Just thinking aloud.

Cora: Mmmm. [she shifts to play with his shirt for a moment, before looking up at him again] I guess we'll have to see.

Stiles: [grins over at her] You want to come explore the stars with me one day?

Cora: [she pauses, before shifting and resting her chin on his chest] I think we had this conversation when you tried to get me to join the Air Force.

Stiles: Can't blame me for trying.

Cora: [she shakes her head] I'll keep my feet on solid earth.

Stiles: I'll just have to wave to you from space.

Cora: [and there's that fading smile again] Guess you will.

Stiles: [sighs, running a hand through her hair] Come down here and kiss me, ok?

Cora: [she does as he asks, kissing him soft and slow before she pulls back] Kissing you isn't going to make them go away.

Stiles: Your thoughts?

Cora: [she nods] They distract me for a little while, but they're always going to come back.

Stiles: I think I can take a guess what it's about...

Cora: Oh really?

Stiles: It's about me going to NASA, isn't it?

Cora: [and she's glancing away, so ... yes.]

Stiles: [sighs] Yeah, it's been on my mind too.

Cora: [picks at his shirt] It's hard not to think about.

Stiles: [his hands ran along her arm] Well, you know going through the training doesn't mean I will get picked to go up in space. They take eight, but maybe only three get to fly. And my commission would end right at the end of my training so if I don't get to go... I can choose if I want to work on the ground at NASA, or if I want to just... leave the Air Force and try something else.

Cora: You love the Air Force.

Stiles: I went into the Air Force because I wanted to be an astronaut. If I can't... I can find other ways to fly.

Cora: In that case, what if you love NASA. I don't want you to give up something you love because of me.

Stiles: And what if I hate it?

Cora: If you hate it, then that's fine. You can come home. But I don't want you to hate it.

Stiles: Well, honestly I don't want to hate it either. But I mean, if you want me, you have me. It'll just be something we'll have to figure out how to make it work.

Cora: I know. [her hand comes up to brush against the side of his face gently] But the other downside of being the alpha - I can't just up and leave Beacon Hills if you decide to stay in NASA either.

Stiles: And right now we're talking about a lot of what ifs that are years away. I think what's best for us is just to focus on the now, and let the future get here when it gets here.

Cora: I know. And I want to.

Stiles: Then let's do that. Right now we're alone, in the middle of the desert, and I have a very hot girlfriend on top of me. There's a lot of other things I'd rather be thinking about right now.

Cora: [the part that she doesn't manage to get out is that she can't. She has the pack to think about. She always has the pack to think about. It's a job she never wanted but one that she has now and she can't give it away. But right now she doesn't want to think about anything because that's what this weekend was supposed to be. So she nods, before leaning in to kiss him trying to push all those thoughts away]

Stiles: [and he's going to kiss her back, his hands going to pet along her skin to draw her out of her head and into her more instinctual side]

Cora: [eventually she'll settle into something more instinctive and just melt into his touch]

Stiles: [and he is going to focus on slowly getting them all hot and bothered, and as naked as they can get]

Cora: [yep, she is good with that, and her hands are doing some wandering of her own]

Stiles: [and he's already placed the condoms in the pillowcase so when they get to that point, he will be able to reach in and grab one. but for now he's going to just enjoy the feel of his skin against hers]

Cora: [hums as she leans into him, slowly shedding off pieces of clothing as they go]

Stiles: [and he's going to work to get her bra off, and then kiss those nipples he enjoys seeing in his dreams]

Cora: [she closes her eyes, moaning softly as she arches into his touch]

Stiles: [yup. His teeth are going to run along them, pulling gently as he guides a hand between her legs]

Cora: [her hips will shift to rock with the pressure of his fingers, dipping so that her lip brush against his shoulders]

Stiles: [and he will switch breasts, giving her more access to that side of his neck while he slides his other hand further down, sliding two fingers inside of her]

Cora: [she moans at the press of him, rocking her hips down against him to add to the sensation and keep pushing her forward]

Stiles: [he groans in return, biting her nipple gently]

Cora: [she shudders against him at that, nipping at his shoulder in retaliation]

Stiles: [pulls back, chuckling] Hey, careful.

Cora: [smirks] I didn't break the skin.

Stiles: Yeah, but the guys will see the marks and I won't stop hearing about it for days.

Cora: Maybe I want them to see them.

Stiles: You trying to claim me or something?

Cora: We ... can be a bit territorial.

Stiles: Well, I will tell you, ever since that first night, haven't even so much as flirted with a girl. Or guy. [smirks]

Cora: [smirks a bit as her hand comes up to brush against the side of his face] Yeah?

Stiles: Yeah. Though some of my dreams have made me and my hand a bit more friendly than I've had to in a long time.

Cora: [she snorts] Oh really?

Stiles: Oh yeah. [leans in to kiss her jawline] Some pretty hot ones too.

Cora: Gonna tell me about them?

Stiles: Maybe. [kissing down her neck]

Cora: [she closes her eyes] Maybe?

Stiles: I can tell you one involved the pool table at that bar you work at...

Cora: Mmmm. Was I on it or bent over it?

Stiles: Tied to it, actually.

Cora: [she shakes her head] Tying me down would probably stay a fantasy.

Stiles: You don't trust me like that?

Cora: It's not a trust thing. It's an alpha thing.

Stiles: Well, you had your arms tied down, legs hanging over the edge and I spent a long time getting to know you down here. [and his fingers thrust into her deeply]
Emily Proulx (17:46:06): Cora: [her words get cut off with a moan before shaking her head] You would be the one tied down. And I would be on top using you instead.

Stiles: Is that so? [running his teeth along her neck]

Cora: [she nods] Riding your face with my hands in your hair. Or riding you and drawing my nails down your sides.

Stiles: [groans, grinding up against her] That's all?

Cora: That would depend.

Stiles: On?

Cora: How good you were.

Stiles: What, you don't think I'm good? [looks shocked]

Cora: [she gives him a teasing look] I know you better than that.

Stiles: Do I need to remind you then?

Cora: Maybe.

Stiles: [and he's going to move, flipping them and pinning her down. he knows he can't hold her, but he's going to kiss her hard and passionately, hips grinding against her]

Cora: [moans into the kiss because while the wolf in her would normally bristle against being pinned down like this, she does trust Stiles and that part of her also likes the challenge in it and wants to see how far he'll go]

Stiles: [sucks on her lip] Maybe I should ride your face first. [his legs pulling up to straddle her chest as he pulls away, his shaft sliding up her stomach and now resting between her breasts]

Cora: [glances down at it before resting her hand over him] See, this isn't you being good.

Stiles: Maybe I don't want to be good. Maybe I want to try and dominate you just a bit before I reward you for being good to me.

Cora: [she shakes her head, her hand starting to stroke over him as she watches him, her eyes flashing red in return] That's not how it works. I'm the alpha, remember.

Stiles: Yeah, but you're not my alpha. You're my girlfriend and a very kinky one. [and he's going to inch up closer, getting that shaft closer to her lips]

Cora: [she shakes her head, continuing to stroke him in time with his movements] I'm always the alpha. Even if I'm your girlfriend.

Stiles: [he's going to inch more, his knees getting onto her arms to take the place of his hands, and he is going to give her an evil smirk as one hand runs along her hair before gently gripping it - not wanting to be too rough - and he sat up and press the head of his shaft against her lips] Well maybe sometimes the alpha needs to behave to get what she wants. [he will lean back though, his other free hand reaching back to find her clit and rubbing it.]

Cora: [Cora eyes him for a moment, not wanting to let him think he's won, but not wanting to be too challenging either. but with her arms pinned down she can't really get a good angle the way she's pinned and she shakes her head] I can't do it like this. [not saying she won't do it at all, but not this position]

Stiles: [He thinks a moment, and then inches his legs back to give her back her hands]

Cora: [and she will inch up a little more, before leaning forward to slip her mouth over him and slowly start to get things going]

Stiles: [and she will feel that his fingers will move against her nub move at the same speed as her lips]

Cora: [and she will set a good pace, keeping note of his heartrate and scent as he gets closer and closer to the edge and right when he's [just] about to hit it ... she pulls back, keeping him right on the edge rather than letting him fall over it]

Stiles: [and he's going to groan at that] No fair.

Cora: [she smirks at that, before shaking her head] As I said, I'm the alpha.

Stiles: You're a cruel, heartless person. How would you like it if I did that to you?

Cora: Well, maybe if you're good and admit I'm the alpha, I'll be nicer.

Stiles: [He's going to roll off her and lay on his side, looking at her] Not my alpha.

Cora: [she shrugs as she goes to reach for her jeans] Then I guess you'll have to finish it yourself. [she's not that mean, but it's a battle of wills. Keep pushing until one of them blinks, and she isn't sure if it's going to be him or her]

Stiles: Well, that or I could just go back to the bar...

Cora: [that she wasn't expecting, because she was just teasing and it clearly makes her flinch, the flirting gone from her face and her eyes dropping to her clothes] If that's what you want.

Stiles: [he was teasing, and he hears her change and looks at her] Cora, I was just joking.

Cora: [she closes her eyes for a moment before looking back at him because maybe this was a bad idea. Because she feels like she needs him to be hers more than he actually needs her. There's still that part of her that wants to pin him, force him, mark him so that he's hers but it's far too soon for that. At the same time, she feels like it's the only way she'll know that she can really keep him] Sorry. Maybe ... maybe this was a bad idea.

Stiles: [and he sits up, putting a hand on her cheek and guiding her to look at him] Maybe the game, but not us. This isn't a bad idea. Right?

Cora: [she looks at him for a moment] I ... I don't know. I can't operate on maybes, Stiles. I can't just flip a switch and give up control. I can't ... I can't see how it goes. I need guarantees.

Stiles: And my going to NASA isn't something I can give guarantees on beyond how I feel.

Cora: I know. But as I said - I just can't think about me. Which isn't fair, but what I do impacts my pack. And as much as I want this, maybe we shouldn't get in too far before then.

Stiles: [licks his lips and nods] If that's how you feel.

Cora: [she doesn't know how she feels. she just wishes things were simpler] I'm sorry.

Stiles: [and well the mood is broken and he's going to just get up, grabbing his pants and pulling them on in frustration]

Cora: [she gets dressed as well, folding in on herself a little because she feels like she ruined things] Maybe I should just go home.

Stiles: Yeah, I'll take you back to your car.

Cora: Thanks. [and she will grab the bomber jacket once she gets back to the car and wraps it around herself some more]

Stiles: [and he's going to just throw the stuff in the back of the jeep, slamming it shut and he will climb in and floor it back towards the hotel he had picked her up at, angry gripping the steering wheel]

Cora: [she can feel the anger rolling off him in waves and she just turns her attention out to the window because she doesn't know how many times she can say she's sorry]

Stiles: [halfway there he's going to slam on the breaks, put it in park and get out of the jeep because he's about to explode]

Cora: [her eyes turn in surprise when he does that, and she glances over her shoulder to make sure it's safe before climbing out of the car] Stiles?

Stiles: [and he turns back to her] You know what, No. No I'm done with this bullshit. You say you're the alpha, fine. Prove it. Decide what you want and stick with it because I'm tired of having my feelings played around with. You want to be with me, be with me. Fuck NASA, fuck the pack fuck everything. What do YOU want?

Cora: [Cora yanks back in response because what the hell] Your feelings are being played with? You are the one who tries to push it to the side every time I bring up that I'm worried about something. Things I have to worry about. You know what I want, Stiles? I want a partner. I want something that I know is mine. Because right now, I don't have that. Everyone takes from me and relies on me but I need someone that I can rely on. And I want it to be you. I want to be able to confide in you and trust you and know you'll be there. But I'm not the kind of girl that you can have fun with until you figure yourself out and decide to get serious. So fuck you for making it seem like I'm worrying about nothing, because I'm not. It's not enough to just want you. I wish it was.

Stiles: You don't have that? I am yours. I wanted to be yours for a long time but you put everything else in front of what you want. So if I'm what you want, that means I come last and I'm not going to be last in someone's life. I worked damn hard to get where I am and I need something more than being last if I'm going to give it up.

Cora: [she closes her eyes, blinking away the tears as she looks away because even as he says the words he still doesn't get it] Yeah, see, that's what you don't get. I don't want you to give it up. I never wanted you to give it up. I'm not asking you to do that. I want you to go and do it. And I hope it works out. I'm not asking you to choose, Stiles. [because he's right. What she wants comes last. Especially if it's what he wants]

Stiles: You asked me to choose the moment we kissed in the bar. And I chose you. I don't have to be standing next to you to be there for you. I can be there for you whether I'm three feet away or three planets away. But if you need me to be with you, I would. Because that's what partners do. I'd do anything for my wingman just like he would for me. Even die. And that's the same dedication I would give you.

Cora: [the problem is, Cora's never learned how to take anything for herself. Her entire life has been putting other people ahead of herself, receiving hand-me-downs from her siblings, and even when she was the only child with Peter, she couldn't be selfish with her friends. She turned Scott because he needed it, same with Erica, Boyd and Isaac are friendships where she gave them what they needed. She's never even been in a romantic relationship. She doesn't know what she's supposed to want or what she's supposed to do. In a lot of ways, she doesn't know how to want, period. Being alpha is the hardest position to be in, because as a figurehead you are the most important person in the pack, but at the end of the day, as a person, you're the one who matters the least]

Stiles: [her silence is going to spur him on] I'm not an idiot. Yeah, I'm going to training for two years, but that doesn't mean I'm going to be an astronaut. Odds are that I would finish my time there, and get offered a comfy position on the ground, or renew with the military. Want to know why? Because that's all I have that I know are mine. And for a moment, just a moment I thought I had something to come home to. Something to make it more but thank you, Cora, for taking that from me. Thank you from taking away the one thing I wanted more than I knew I wanted anything else.

Cora: [she looks up as the tears stream down her cheeks before shaking her head] I'm not trying ... I'm ... [and then it's all tears because she honestly doesn't know what to do]

Stiles: [he's still angry, put he's going to sigh in frustration and walk over to her, pulling her into his arms because he can't stand to see her cry]

Cora: [she curls into him, burying her face against his shoulder as she tries to calm down. It takes her a while, but eventually she manages to whisper the words:] I want you to come back.

Stiles: [he just pets her hair] As what?

Cora: [that she doesn't know how to answer. the real answer is scary, the safe answer he won't come home for. She knows what she has to say but it takes her a moment to say it, pulling back just enough to brush the tears from her cheeks and look up at him] Mine.

Stiles: Alright. I'll come home.

Cora: You will?

Stiles: Yeah. I've got a few months left on my commission but after that... I'll tell NASA thanks but I have other places to be.

Cora: Wait, you're not even going to go?

Stiles: That's how much I want you, Cora. I will give it up if you ask.

Cora: I'm not ... [that wasn't what she was asking.] I still want you to try.

Stiles: Even if it means I'm going to be spending at least two years in Texas with only moments with you in person?

Cora: I can deal with that. I just want to know that you're coming back. [that was the only guarantee she really needed, and that he wasn't going to just decide to set up shop in Florida if he didn't make the program/if he did and when he finished his term]

Stiles: As long as you want me, I'll come back.

Cora: That's all I needed.

Stiles: [presses his forehead to hers] So what now?

Cora: Still want me to go home?

Stiles: No. Though I think we still have a lot of things to talk about. How about we just sit and talk?

Cora: [she nods a bit as she leans closer] Okay. Sounds good.

Stiles: [and he will lead her to the hood of the car and lift her gently up onto it before going to turn off the engine. and then join her, bringing out a box of ho-hos]

Cora: [she snorts a bit at that, brushing the heels of her hands against her eyes to get rid of the tears] Do you think you should pull over more?

Stiles: I left the lights on. And we haven't seen a car come by during the whole drive. We're fine.

Cora: Okay. [and she will reach for the ho-hos as she leans back against the windshield]

Stiles: [and he will lean on the windshield next to her, taking one of his own] So I think the biggest thing we need to talk about is the whole alpha over me thing.

Cora: [her head ducks a bit] I tend to be a bit more ... dominant? And I've tried being ... more submissive but it doesn't feel right. [she never had sex before she was an alpha, sorry Stiles]

Stiles: Well, problem is that I'm not really that submissive of a person either. You know that.

Cora: Yeah, I know. And challenging me is fine. But ... try and take over too much and instinctively, I'm gonna buck.

Stiles: I guess that means we're going to butt heads on more than one occasion.

Cora: Probably. Certain things are easier to deal with than others, but when it comes to sex, I want to be on top and I want to be in control and I can share, but I can't submit.

Stiles: Well, that's no fun for me. I like being on top sometimes.

Cora: I can do sometimes. Sometimes is fine.

Stiles: Good. But I promise I won't try and tie you down.

Cora: Yeah. That was a flat-out no go.

Stiles: [sighs] Your wolf is really no fun.

Cora: I know. But we could find other stuff.

Stiles: And you're okay with me going to NASA. Really?

Cora: You've been working so hard for it, I don't want you to at least not try. I know how much you want to go to space, Stiles.

Stiles: Yeah, I really do want to go. You know why?

Cora: Why?

Stiles: Because Scott gave up a lot when he was younger because he was sick. You're giving up stuff for yourself now. You both mean the world for me. Sure, I do this for me, but I'm doing it for you two too. I go up, we all go up. We all get to touch the stars.

Cora: [she smiles at that, before nodding] That is pretty cool.

Stiles: [leans back and relaxes] Yeah. No matter where I go, I always planned to take you with me. In my heart.

Cora: [shifts a bit more so that she's resting against his shoulder] If I wasn't an alpha and knew I wouldn't have a panic attack inside it, I would go with you.

Stiles: You know, seeing that we don't know what happens to a werewolf who actually lands ON the moon, probably best you keep your feet on the ground here.

Cora: I think so too.

Stiles: But I can totally skype from space.

Cora: Really?

Stiles: Yeah, Heck, the last few ones who went up opened twitter accounts and sent pictures and answered questions from the international space station.

Cora: Nice!

Stiles: So I'm not worried about losing touch while in space at all. Hell, I'm closer to the satellites. I bet it's great reception.

Cora: [she laughs] It probably is.

Stiles: We probably don't want to have those kinds of Skype sessions though. All communication is probably monitored.

Cora: Probably a good idea.

Stiles: [and his arm is wrapped around her. He looked up at the stars, and smiled as he saw a few streaks of light start to go across.] Looks like we stumbled upon a meteor shower.

Cora: [she looks up as she curls into him a bit with a small smile] Looks like.

Stiles: You know, half the time you see a shooting star, it's really just a piece of space junk coming back into the atmosphere.

Cora: So when people are wishing on falling stars, they're actually wishing on junk?

Stiles: Yup.

Cora: All that romance for nothing.

Stiles: That's why it's not really told to people.

Cora: Good to know.

Stiles: But I know that's a meteor shower. That's why I originally brought the blanket for us.

Cora: So these are the shooting stars it's safe to wish on.

Stiles: Totally.

Cora: Good.

Stiles: So what did you wish for?

Cora: If I tell you it won't come true.

Stiles: That's only for birthday candles.

Cora: I think it's true for any wish.

Stiles: [pouts]

Cora: I'll let you know if it comes true, though.

Stiles: Okay, I'll take that.

Cora: Good.

Stiles: So what else do we need to talk about?

Cora: I don't know. Kind of hard to think of on the spot.

Stiles: [sighs] Okay.

Cora: Do you have something you want to talk about?

Stiles: I just want to get things out in the open from before.

Cora: [she sighs as she leans back] I think most of that was ... me not being able to explain myself well.

Stiles: Yeah, well I wasn't the best listener, I'm sure.

Cora: We figured it out.

Stiles: Yeah. [but he feels bad still for being angry and yelling like that]

Cora: [she glances up at him before shifting and leaning in to kiss him softly] We're okay.

Stiles: [kisses her back] Yeah, okay.

Cora: And if stuff comes up in the future, we'll work it out.

Stiles: You just have to make sure you tell me how you feel as well.

Cora: [she nods] I will.

Stiles: So what are you feeling right now?

Cora: [hums softly, before looking up at him] I'm feeling we should go back to the hotel.

Stiles: Okay. We can finish the hoho's there.

Cora: Good. [And she kisses him again before sliding off the hood to get back in the car]

Stiles: [and he smiles and goes to join her, driving back to the hotel]

Cora: [and they will head upstairs where she will try to pick up where they left off before ruining the mood]

Stiles: [it will take him a bit to get back into it but let's face it, he's male and in his early 20's. it won't take that long]

Cora: [nope and his girlfriend is hot so it's back to bed they go, this time with a much better ending]

Stiles: [yup, them both sated and snuggled up under the blankets]

Cora: [curls up with him, tracing her finger against his chest]

Stiles: You know, we may suck at feelings, but we're pretty good at this.

Cora: Yeah, we are. I definitely like this a lot.

Stiles: Me too. [takes her hand and kisses that finger]

Cora: [glances up and smiles at that] Shame we only have the weekend.

Stiles: Yeah. Stupid jobs.

Cora: But we'll see each other again soon.

Stiles: Yup. Oh, I meant to tell you, I have a three day swing coming up.

Cora: [brightens] Yeah?

Stiles: Yup. Think you can get off? I was thinking you, me, and the beach.

Cora: Let me know when and I'll see what I can do.

Stiles: Okay, because otherwise I'll have to take Scott to the beach and he always tracks sand back in the jeep. [grins]

Cora: [she laughs] I'll try and save you from Scott.

Stiles: I do owe him a bro day though. At least an afternoon.

Cora: We can give him the first day.

Stiles: Cool. I will get the date to you once it's set.

Cora: Good.

Stiles: [yawns] We should probably get some sleep.

Cora: [she nods] Want me to wake you up for breakfast?

Stiles: Are you part of the menu?

Cora: Maybe.

Stiles: Then yes, I would like breakfast.

Cora: Good. [and she'll lean in to kiss him softly] Night, Stiles.

Stiles: [kisses her back] Night, Cora.

Cora: [and she curls up and off she goes to sleep]