peter & cora } { of birthdays and chinese food

[impetere]

Stiles: [so around 9am, there is going to be the sound of a high speed plane doing a flyby of Beacon Hills.]

Cora: [and she's just going to pull her pillow over her head and try to go back to sleep because it's her birthday damnit, and aside from talk to Peter, she planned to spend most of the day isolated from the world.]

Stiles: [and her phone is going to ring with whatever ringtone that she set for him]

Cora: [smacks at the nightstand until she finds her phone and then lifts her head up] Hello?

Stiles: Good Morning, Beautiful.

Cora: [and that makes her smile] Hey.

Stiles: Go look out your window.

Cora: What?

Stiles: Window. Look out it.

Cora: [sighs before fighting her way out of bed] Fine. [you're making her get out of bed, Stiles, this better be worth it]

Stiles: [when she gets there, she is going to see a plane that is literally circling the building. But when he spots her in the window he is going to wave from inside his cockpit]

Cora: [ .... ] What the ... ?

Stiles: [and now that he has her attention, he is going to practice the maneuver one of his squad mates taught him and he is going to pull back and literally fly his plane to make a heart, blowing gas to make the white streaks so that there is literally a cloud heart in the sky] Happy Birthday.

Cora: [she smiles softly, before shaking her head] Thank you.

Stiles: Now while I doubt you'd want to go flying with me, think you can pick me up at the Beacon Hills Airport?

Cora: [sighs] Making me do all this work for my own birthday present.

Stiles: Well, I could go back to base and let you sleep...

Cora: I'm coming. I just want it noted.

Stiles: I will make it worth it, I promise. [and the plane will break off to head for the airport]

Cora: [and she will get dressed, grab her keys and go to pick him up at the airport, as promised]

Stiles: [and he will be standing there, in his flight gear, an overnight bag over his shoulders and sunglasses on. Total fighter pilot look]

Cora: [And she will pull up and go right to him, flashing him a wide smile] Hi.

Stiles: [and he will pull her into his arms and swing her around, and then kiss her proper]

Cora: [laughs as she kisses him back, sliding her arms around his neck]

Stiles: Happy Birthday.

Cora: Thank you. I'm glad you're here.

Stiles: Me too. I wanted to surprise you.

Cora: Mission accomplished.

Stiles: So you get me until like, seven AM when I have to fly back. What do you want to do today? Your wish is my command.

Cora: Hmmmmm. [and she leans in to kiss him again] Well, I got the pack to promise to leave me the apartment for the entire day.

Stiles: The entire apartment for the entire day?

Cora: Twenty four hours.

Stiles: Nice.

Cora: So I think we should take advantage of that.

Stiles: I concur.

Cora: Good. [and she pulls back to head back to the car] Let's go home.

Stiles: Lead away, my lady.

Cora: [and back to the car they go where she will drive back to the loft, and promptly drag him to her room]

Stiles: [and he's still in his flight suit, leaving some of his gear on the kitchen table as they make their way through]

Cora: [well, he won't be in the flight suit for long, as she will likely strip him out of that once they are safely behind the door of her bedroom]

Stiles: [and he is going to laugh] Careful with that.

Cora: I'm not going to rip it. But I also don't think you're going to need it.

Stiles: Well I hope not. Just, let me help. There's a lot of complicated buckles...

Cora: [And she will let him do that and try not to distract him too much with her lips]

Stiles: [and once his flight suit is gone and he's down to his briefs, he's going to start on hers because she is way overdressed]

Cora: [yep, but she's not wearing much beyond her t-shirt and jeans]

Stiles: [so it won't be long before they are naked and kissing]

Cora: [nope and heading back to her bed where they can get comfortably horizontal]

Stiles: [and he is totally her playtoy]

Cora: [which she appreciates greatly because it's pretty much the best thing she could have gotten for her birthday. and eventually she will flop down next to him, happy and sated, and curl up against his side with a smile] Hi.

Stiles: [relaxing with one arm under his head, the other wrapped around her as he's catching his breath] Hey.

Cora: I'm really glad you came.

Stiles: Twice. I came twice. [smirks]

Cora: [she laughs as she shifts so that she's laying on his chest more] And they were good times.

Stiles: Of course they were. Every time is good with you.

Cora: Same here.

Stiles: [his fingers running along her back] What time is it? I think I need to eat something if you want a round three.

Cora: Mmmm. [glances over her shoulder at the clock] About one?

Stiles: Mmm, yeah. Lunch.

Cora: Want to order something?

Stiles: Yeah. [thinks] Chinese?

Cora: Sure. There's probably a menu in the kitchen.

Stiles: [and he will get up, going to wrap a sheet around him so that he could head to the kitchen]

Cora: [smirks as she watches him go] Should I stay here or do you want me to go with you?

Stiles: Depends on if you're going to steal my sheet.

Cora: Well, you didn't bring a shirt for me to steal.

Stiles: I'm sorry, your thieving habits were not on my mind when I was getting permission to take flight hours today. But you're welcome to try on my flight suit.

Cora: Well, do you really want me to get dressed?

Stiles: [looks at her on the bed and smirks.] While I'd like the image of you in my flight suit, I think your birthday suit is much better.

Cora: [smirks] Then I'll stay here.

Stiles: I'll be right back. Don't move. [and he will head to the kitchen to find the menus]

Cora: [and she will curl up in his spot and stretch out to relax]

Stiles: [and he will wander back up with an apple in his mouth and holding the menu] So I'm thinking lo mein.

Cora: [hums as she rolls over to make room for him] Sounds good. And protein.

Stiles: [hops in the bed next to her] You want some ribs to gnaw on? [smirks]

Cora: [she laughs] I was thinking chicken.

Stiles: Sweet and Sour?

Cora: [she nods] Sounds good.

Stiles: [bends over to find his cell phone in his discarded flight suit, the sheet slipping to the ground]

Cora: [which she doesn't mind because if she has to be naked so does he]

Stiles: [and he will put in the order, and then lean back against her] So what can we do in twenty minutes?

Cora: [she shrugs, tucking her arms under one pillow to pull it closer] We can actually talk?

Stiles: Talk? What is this talk you speak of?

Cora: Using words to convey information?

Stiles: I usually like to do action. Or at least move my hands while I talk.

Cora: You can move your hands all you want. But I want to know what's going on with you.

Stiles: Well, I've been training a bunch of greenies on evasive maneuvers through canyons. Put them through their paces. Stuff like that.

Cora: Is it fun?

Stiles: Totally. The first time we go out we put them in the back of our cockpit and fly as fast and hard as we can. See if we can make them puke in their helmets.

Cora: [she laughs] Any success?

Stiles: Oh yeah. Had to hose my back seat off twice. Luckily I have these little cotton ball pads with stuff on it to keep me from smelling it in mine.

Cora: That's good.

Stiles: And it's funny, cause I used to hate like, any bodily fluids. The military totally kicked that out of me.

Cora: Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Stiles: I won't faint at the sight of blood, so that's a good thing.

Cora: That's definitely a change.

Stiles: So what else do you want to know?

Cora: [she shrugs] Any interesting adventures?

Stiles: Hmmm, there was that shore leave in Bangkok.

Cora: Oh, this should be good.

Stiles: [turns a bit towards her more] Okay, so we wanted to go just because of the name. And so we got there and no one could understand the local people.

Cora: [she laughs] You should have taken Derek.

Stiles: You think Derek would have enjoyed going with a bunch of military boys to a bathhouse?

Cora: Maybe, but he probably could have translated.

Stiles: True. Well, we did get one eventually. This little kid but he learned them from like, rap songs so he would rap his English.

Cora: [she laughs] That sounds adorable.

Stiles: Yeah. He greeted up all with a Wassup Homie.

Cora: Definitely adorable.

Stiles: Now the bathhouse... yeah that was a different experience.

Cora: Do I want to hear this story?

Stiles: Probably not. It's messy.

Cora: [she wrinkles her nose] What's the short version?

Stiles: Lots of bad touching by really ugly dudes telling me how big I was. [smirks]

Cora: [she shakes her head] Nope. Don't need to know.

Stiles: Good. I also almost got a tattoo there.

Cora: What kind?

Stiles: I was drunk. I wanted a tattoo like Kelsey Grammer had in Down Periscope.

Cora: Which is?

Stiles: [lays down next to her] The words Welcome Aboard tattooed on my penis.

Cora: [her eyebrows go up a bit as her fingers reach out to trace across his chest] That seems like it would hurt.

Stiles: Yeah, but I'd be drunk so not so much. Only America has that whole sober while getting a tattoo rule.

Cora: I don't think it would only hurt while you're getting it. I think the after will probably be pretty painful too. But then again, I've never had one.

Stiles: Your brother has one though, right? That thing on his back?

Cora: Yeah, but ... getting one is way more intense for us.

Stiles: Oh?

Cora: It usually involves a blow torch.

Stiles: Yeah, I'm good with the human way, thanks.

Cora: Yep. But that's the reason I'll probably never get one.

Stiles: Don't blame you at all.

Cora: But I never really wanted one anyway.

Stiles: So no permanent marks for you. Got it.

Cora: [she shakes her head] At least not the kind made with fire.

Stiles: What about the kind made with sucking lips?

Cora: Those, I'm fine with. But they don't last very long.

Stiles: Too bad. You leave big enough ones that I have to wear makeup in front of my superiors.

Cora: [winces] Sorry. I'll be more careful.

Stiles: I don't mind. Much.

Cora: Yeah, but I don't want you to get in trouble.

Stiles: Well, all my commanders know I'm always a bit of trouble. They put it with it because I'm awesome.

Cora: Uh-huh. [And at that, his phone starts to ring] That's probably the food.

Stiles: Shit, yeah I need pants. [tosses his phone to her to answer while he looks for something to put on]

Cora: [and she will talk to the Chinese guy and say that he'll be right there]

Stiles: [and he's totally pulling on her sweats because nope, his are missing and it's all he can find that's not a flight suit. Whoops]

Cora: [well, hopefully they fit him because she's much shorter than he is, if not, he's looking a little ridiculous for the delivery guy]

Stiles: [oh he does. But at least it doesn't say juicy or something along his ass. The delivery guy of course knows what's up and gives Stiles a thumbs up before heading off]

Cora: [and she will be in bed waiting for him, sheet tucked up around her armpits as she sits against the headboard] Smells good.

Stiles: Yes. But we probably shouldn't eat on your bed. I won't want to have lo mein in weird spots later.

Cora: But that means we have to get dressed.

Stiles: We can sit on the floor.

Cora: [she nods, before wrapping the sheet around herself and moving to sit in front of the footboard]

Stiles: So, do these sweatpants make me look sexy?

Cora: [she laughs] I think they're a little short for you.

Stiles: [poses in a sexy one] Draw me like one of your French girls, Jack.

Cora: [snorts] My art skills have not improved since we were kids.

Stiles: Oh well. Let me get these off so I don't ruin them though.

Cora: [she nods before reaching off an tugging one of the blankets down so that he can sit on it]

Stiles: Picnic in your room. Good birthday so far?

Cora: Perfect birthday.

Stiles: Mission Accomplished.

Cora: [smiles as she leans in to kiss him] Good.

Stiles: [and he will kiss her, leaning over the food]