spamalot } { of adult alone time and lack of children

[impetere]

Cora: Remember in college where we used to get in at dawn?

Stiles: Oh yeah. No rules, no jobs, no kids.

Cora: I can't even imagine pulling an all-nighter like that now.

Stiles: When did we get old, Cora?

Cora: I think getting married officially made us old.

Stiles: So I'm double old then? That what you're saying?

Cora: [teasing] Yes. That's exactly what we're saying.

Stiles: Well, at least I still have my looks in my old age to attract a young second wife.

Cora: [she laughs] I did luck out, you are quite handsome.

Stiles: And I seem to remember you were hot. Back when I still had my vision before I became double old.

Cora: I'd like to think I was still pretty hot.

Stiles: Well, maybe I should feel around. See how hot you still feel.

Cora: [she laughs] Maybe later. Unless you want to seriously stroll down memory lane and drive up to Lookout Point.

Stiles: Pretty sure all the good spots are taken at this point by the youngsters.

Cora: Yeah, and I definitely don't want to run into my niece up there. But Parrish and Lydia are out of town so we do have the whole apartment to myself.

Stiles: Something we haven't had in a long time.

Cora: Nope. What will we do with ourselves?

Stiles: We could go get some ice cream sundaes. Sugar to help us stay up.

Cora: Sounds perfect.

Stiles: [takes her hand and they leave the theatre for the ice cream shop]

Cora: [where they will load up on ridiculous sundaes]

Stiles: [almost like they were both taking Dina's order]

Cora: [yep pretty much. and when they are done with those sundaes they will head back to their apartment]

Stiles: [where they then get to sit on the couch and down them]

Cora: [yep, and once they are all sweet and sticky, those containers will wind up to the side as Stiles gets to do that feeling he was talking about]

Stiles: [yup, because Stiles on that much sugar? She should know better]

Cora: [she really doesn't mind, and she's kissing him back as he does, just enjoying time with her husband]

Stiles: [and his sticky hands are getting all over her under her shirt]

Cora: [and eventually her head tips back so he can kiss her neck as she leans back against the couch]

Stiles: [he's going to work her top and bra off first, and then kiss her there as his hands grope]

Cora: [and she'll pull at his shirt, trying to get it off him so it's more skin on skin]

Stiles: [and it's off, going to join hers on the floor]

Cora: [hums softly as she pulls him closer] Should we do this here?

Stiles: We can clean up in the morning before we go to get the kids. Let's be young and reckless.

Cora: [smiles as she leans in to kiss him again] Works for me.

Stiles: [and back to making out with his wife on the couch]

Cora: [yep, and eventually their pants will join their shirts on the floor]

Stiles: [and the things in the pants join as well, in more intimate ways]

Cora: [yep, which they both likely were very desperately in need of]

Stiles: [probably the first time in weeks really]

Cora: [yep, silly toddlers. and when they're finished she'll lean back on the couch with a soft sigh]

Stiles: [and he's going to rest on top of her, kissing her chest softly] I love you.

Cora: I love you too.

Stiles: I'm good falling asleep right here.

Cora: I think so too.

Stiles: [and he will scoot up a bit to kiss her]

Cora: [kisses him back and off they will go to sleep until one of them falls off the couch]

Stiles: [nope, he is nice and nestled in. But he will wake up probably to pee somewhere in the night]

Cora: [that's fine, she'll just curl up into the spot he left behind]

Stiles: [and he will; return with a blanket to drape over them as he tries to get back into his spot but can't and will pout because where is he going to sleep now?]

Cora: [if he nudges her enough she'll roll away to give him more room. just make sure she doesn't fall off in the process]

Stiles: [no, he doesn't want to wake her or have her fall on the floor. So he will just figure out where to sleep and probably snuggle up behind her

Cora: [that's fine, she'll unconsciously shift a bit so that they fit better]

Stiles: [and he will eventually fall asleep again, snuggling into her neck]

Cora: [and she will wake up when the sun comes out, squinting and curling into him more]

Stiles: Too early [muttered and snuggles]

Cora: Agreed. [and she'll shift to fit against him better] Why is the sun already out?

Stiles: Because it hates us.

Cora: Clearly. [sighs softly] What time is it?

Stiles: No idea. My phone is in my pants.

Cora: That requires moving, doesn't it?

Stiles: Yup.

Cora: Not worth it.

Stiles: Not for that. We don't need to claim the kids for a while.

Cora: You sure?

Stiles: They always cry when leaving your mom's. What’s another four or five hours?

Cora: [laughs] That long, huh?

Stiles: Long enough for breakfast, some more cuddlings, maybe a shower or two, and then we can go...

Cora: We're going to need two showers?

Stiles: Depends on what happens in that first shower.

Cora: Ahhh. I see.

Stiles: We are still childlless and home alone.

Cora: That is true.

Stiles: And I have morning wood.

Cora: [she laughs] Well, I guess we must do something about that, then.

Stiles: Here or in the shower?

Cora: It's your wood. It's entirely up to you.

Stiles: Well, all it wants is you. It can do that anywhere.

Cora: Will you make it to the shower?

Stiles: I think I can.

Cora: Then let's see if you're right.

Stiles: [and he will get up and hold out his hand to help her up out of the couch as well]

Cora: [and off they will go to the shower to get nice and wet and soapy]

Stiles: [which makes it easy to slide around each other's bodies]

Cora: [yep. and much easier to let their hands wander to pleasing places]

Stiles: [though kissing is a bit soapy]

Cora: [and eventually she gets a mouth full and pulls back with a] Yech.

Stiles: Get soap in the mouth?

Cora: Yes. [she makes a face] Maybe we should rinse off a little.

Stiles: I could always give you something else to taste? [evil grin]

Cora: [and there's a bit of a look at that] Uh-huh.

Stiles: I'm kidding.

Cora: [she shakes her head as she gets a mouthful of water to help get the taste of soap out of her mouth]

Stiles: [and he is going to just wait and then kiss her once she spits it out]

Cora: [kisses him back, letting him pull her back into the moment again]

Stiles: [and eventually he will lift her leg up, press her against the shower wall and make love to her]

Cora: [which she will lean into easily, running her fingers through his hair as she does]

Stiles: [and he is going to enjoy kissing her as he presses into her, one hand around her body, the other between her legs teasing her]

Cora: [and she will ride through the waves, her hips working against his as he gets closer and closer to the edge]

Stiles: [and he will speed up, not noticing as the water starts getting cooler as he is trying to get nice and deep before he explodes]

Cora: [and it's not long before she's falling over the edge, dropping back against the shower wall with a sigh]

Stiles: [and he will hold her, kissing her shoulder] I love you.

Cora: [sighs softly] I love you too.

Stiles: I think we're out of hot water now.

Cora: We should probably get out and dry off.

Stiles: I can make breakfast.

Cora: Sounds good.

Stiles: I'll see you in a few minutes then. [grabs his robe and heads downstairs to cook them up some eggs and bacon]

Cora: [and she'll dry off, get dressed and come down to join him with a smile]

Stiles: [and he's there cooking, completely naked under that robe]

Cora: [sneaks up behind him and wraps her arms around his waist]

Stiles: [leans back into her] Hey sexy

Cora: Hey. What's cookin', good lookin'?

Stiles: Eggs and Bacon.

Cora: Smells good.

Stiles: Only the best for my wife.

Cora: Want me to set the table?

Stiles: Sure. Shouldn't take much longer.

Cora: Okay. [and she will go to do that, pulling out plates and pouring some coffee]

Stiles: [and he will scoop the food onto the plates. no needing to feed kids and cut up someone else’s plate]

Cora: [nope and then om nom nom breakfast]

Stiles: [and he will totally try and romantically feed her bacon]

Cora: [which is adorable and she will appreciate it]

Stiles: I guess I should go and get dressed now.

Cora: Probably a good idea. [leans in to kiss him] I'll clean up.

Stiles: [kisses her back] Thanks.

Cora: [nods and when they're finished she will pick up the dishes and go to clean up]

Stiles: [and he will change into his dad jeans and his faded ghostbusters t-shirt and come back down]

Cora: [and with the kitchen all cleaned up she'll turn back to face him] So. Are we still free of children or should we go get them?

Stiles: Up to you, baby.

Cora: [sighs] My mom's going to call if we don't get over there soon.

Stiles: Alright, then let's go.

Cora: [and off they go to pick up the children]

Stiles: [yup, both of whom are getting too big too fast]

Ben: [especially Ben, who is chasing his sister through the house going:] Diiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaa.

Dina: [laughing and running around with Ben's stuffed toy in the air] Can't catch me!

Ben: [HE'S SURE TRYING THOUGH] Diiiiaaaaaaaaaa!

Stiles: [opens the door and looks in at the chaos, then looks at Cora] We could have waited another hour.

Cora: [glances in and laughs] Guess we could have.

Talia: [on the couch, just watching him go] Hi guys.

Stiles: Hi Talia. Everything ok?

Talia: Fine. Kids being kids.

Dina: [and is going to run between her parents and into the kitchen] Hi Mom, hi Dad.

Cora: Hey, sweetie. [reaches down and catches Ben as he tries to dart after her]

Ben: Noooooooooooo. [as he flies up into the air]

Stiles: [and he's going to spin, grabbing his daughter and swinging her around in the air as she squeals in happiness]

Cora: [looks down at Ben] Oh, c'mon kiddo, don't give me that face.

Ben: [totally pouty and lip wibbling as he continues to reach for that stuffed animal]

Stiles: [and he will finally catch Dina and hold onto her, and extract the stuffed animal with skilled thieving hands and hand it backwards to Cora]

Cora: [which she will hand over to Ben and he will tuck it into his chest but still totally sulking] Okay, I think it's time for this one to go home for a nap.

Stiles: [pulling Dina up onto his back] I think they can nap on the way to Grandpa's.

Cora: That sounds like a plan. [glances up with a smile] Thanks again, Mom.

Talia: Anytime. You know that.