peter & cora } { of christmas and practical gift

[impetere]

Stiles: [and he hasn't told Cora yet but he has a surprise waiting for her back at the apartment. but first they can walk towards downtown looking at Christmas lights] You know, I have to admit I missed this. It's been years since I've been home for the holidays.

Cora: [squeezes his hand gently] I'm glad you're here too.

Stiles: You remember when Dad used to drive you, me and Scott around in the back of the police car as we could see all of this?

Cora: [she laughs] Yeah, I remember.

Stiles: And then he would take us to the diner and get us all hopped up on hot chocolate and cookies before returning us to your and Scott's place while he went back to work?

Cora: And Peter and Melissa would hate him for it for the entire Christmas break.

Stiles: But we were adorable when we finally crashed under the tree.

Cora: Yes, we were.

Stiles: So what did you do for Christmas after I left?

Cora: Not much. Erica and Boyd had their own families, so it was basically just me, Isaac and Scott with Peter and Derek.

Stiles: Sounds interesting. Did you decorate Derek as a tree?

Cora: No. Peter prefers trees without BO.

Stiles: Good plan. [laughs, putting his arm around her and pulling her closer]

Cora: [grins as she leans into him with a soft sigh] It's better with you here though.

Stiles: But you know what would make it even better?

Cora: What?

Stiles: [nods at the diner they are at] Hot Chocolate.

Cora: [glances over with a smile] Definitely.

Stiles: [and in they will go to get two cups to go, along with a Santa cookie each]

Cora: [proper holiday celebrating clearly]

Stiles: [and more house watching and window shopping until they get to his place and he will pause outside the door, and she would hear a soft click in his pocket where his hand is tucked in]

Cora: [frowns] What was that?

Stiles: What was what? [innocent smile]

Cora: Werewolf hearing, remember? There was a little click.

Stiles: I didn't hear a click. [pulls out his keys] Totally hearing things.

Cora: [yeah, she doesn't trust that at all and is just going to make a face at him as she waits for him to open the door]

Stiles: [and when he does, the room is already lit by a Christmas tree. It's on the floor by the window, decorated with cheap little ornaments and twinkly lights with a few presents for Cora under the tree.]

Cora: [and her face lights up when she sees it, laughing a bit as she does] Uh-huh. Totally hearing things.

Stiles: Totally. [and he will usher her into the apartment. He totally knocked over a dollar store with a few other cheesy decorations but he loves cheesy decorations so it fits]

Cora: [and to be fair, so does she. and she will let him lead her in, taking it all in as she does]

Stiles: [and over the doorway to the kitchenette is FAKE mistletoe because he knows real is bad]

Cora: [she laughs a bit] You know you don't need that to actually kiss me, right?

Stiles: I know, but it's the holidays. [takes her hand and leads her over to it]

Cora: [follows his lead, and will lean in to kiss him when they're close enough]

Stiles: [will kiss her back, smiling] Merry Christmas, Cora.

Cora: Merry Christmas, Stiles.

Stiles: I don't think I can imagine a Christmas without you in it.

Cora: Me either. We've been in each other’s lives too long for that.

Stiles: I love you.

Cora: I love you too.

Stiles: Come on, I'll let you unwrap a present before we go to bed.

Cora: Oooh. Lucky me.

Stiles: [and he will playfully guide her over to the tree, sitting on the bean bag next to it with her] So what do you want to unwrap?

Cora: Is there one you want me to unwrap?

Stlies: Well, there may be one I have in mind... but it's not under the tree.

Cora: Then how am I supposed to choose it.

Stiles: I'll give you a hint. [and he will kiss her again, and guide her hand to his shirt buttons]

Cora: [laughs as she kisses him back, playing with the buttons for a moment] But I've unwrapped this one before.

Stiles: Well if you don't want to...

Cora: I didn't say that. I'm just not sure it counts as a present. More like a regift. Unless there's some other surprise in there for me to find.

Stiles: [laughs] Oh, no, you're calling me a regift? Nope, then this present is off the table.

Cora: [she laughs] Don't get me wrong, it's a very good regift. I'm not complaining.

Stiles: Nope, you've insulted my gift. I'm going to have to take it back now.

Cora: Fine. Then I guess you won't be getting my regift either. [you do realize that if you're not getting naked, she's not getting naked either, Stiles.]

Stiles: Fine. [totally teasing]

Cora: [she shrugs before turning back to the other presents] So do I still get to unwrap one of these?

Stiles: Oh yeah. I'd go for the one with the ribbons.

Cora: [she nods and will reach for the one he suggested, which knowing Stiles is probably a mess of ribbons she might need her claws to actually open?]

Stiles: [correct. and inside is going to be a basket]

Cora: [her eyes widen a bit as she looks it over, before glancing back to him] Wow.

Stiles: [leans in to kiss the side of her neck] So you sure you don't want that regift now?

Cora: I never said I didn't want it. [turns to kiss him gently] You're the one who took it away.

Stiles: [kisses her] Well, it is Christmas. So you can have it if you want it.

Cora: How generous.

Stiles: [grins and kisses her again, pulling her more onto him as he leans back on the bean bag chair]

Cora: [and she will follow his head, shifting so that she can straddle his lap more]

Stiles: [and holiday makeouts a go]

Cora: [yep, until the beanbag shifts the wrong way and things go horribly wrong]

Stiles: [and he will start to laugh from where they were spilled out to] We should probably go to bed]

Cora: Probably safer all around, yeah.

Stiles: [gets up and pulls her up with him] Do you want to bring the basket?

Cora: [she glances back for a moment, before shrugging and picking it up] Why not. I should get to have fun with my present.

Stiles: Let me just grab something Santa left me then. [and he will reach into his stocking and pull out a condom]

Cora: [and she's laughing again] They really do get ridiculous on Christmas.

Stiles: They do, but I like ridiculousness.

Cora: It does suit you well.

Stiles: And these are the kinds of gifts best not taking to your folks place tomorrow.

Cora: A very wise decision.

Stiles: I thought so. [and off they go to bed to have a merry Christmas eve]

Cora: [yep. very very merry that we will gloss over because we only have until this episode of Psych ends and I have to sleep]

Stiles: [and he will be worn out, deep asleep against Cora's back, snoring softly against her neck.]

Cora: [and she will stir a bit as the sun comes up, and since he's still asleep, she'll just snuggle back into him a bit]

Stiles: [and he will shift as she moves, burring his nose into her more and he might mutter unintelligibly against her skin]

Cora: [she smiles softly, turning her head a bit to kiss his nose gently]

Stiles: [and his nose wrinkles at that] Cold.

Cora: I'm sorry. [and she'll move one hand to rub his nose a bit to warm it up] Better?

Stiles: Mmmhmm. [eyes still closed] Too early.

Cora: Sorry. I'm still on paramedic time.

Stiles: [yawns and blinks awake] Well, if you're awake, you can make breakfast?

Cora: I can do that. What do you want for Christmas breakfast?

Stiles: Cinnamon buns.

Cora: Do you have the stuff to make cinnamon buns here?

Stiles: Yeah, there's a can in the fridge.

Cora: [nods as she leans in to kiss him again] I'll get cooking.

Stiles: Love you. [kisses back]

Cora: Love you too. [and she will get up, pull on one of his flannels and get working on cinnamon rolls]

Stiles: [and he will stretch out in bed for a moment, getting all those kinks out of his back since you know, mattress on the floor is not the best way to sleep. But as he starts smelling good stuff from the kitchen he will roll out of bed and find his pants, and then his sweatshirt and some socks because it's cold and he doesn't have a lot of heat on. He'll then make his way into the kitchen and head right for the coffee]

Cora: [glances over as she slides the buns into the oven, licking icing off her fingers] Pour me a cup too?

Stiles: Yes ma'am. [and he will do that, making it just how she likes it]

Cora: [and with her work done she will wander over and kiss his cheek gently as she takes her cup] Thank you.

Stiles: You leave me any fingers to suck on?

Cora: [glances down at her hands and shakes her head] Nope. Sorry.

Stiles: Sadness. [and he will lean against the counter, warming his hands on his cup]

Cora: [and she's just going to probably sit on the counter as they wait, being naturally warm and way less dressed than he is]

Stiles: [yup, and he is going to inch closer to her and the oven]

Cora: [glances over with a smirk as she hooks her arm in his] That cold?

Stiles: Yes. I'm used to being in much warmer climates the last few years.

Cora: Mmmmm. [rests her chin on his shoulder] You'll get used to it again.

Stiles: That of I will just literally cling to you when I'm not at work. Ms. Personal Body Warmer.

Cora: [she laughs] Werewolves run a little hot, what can I say?

Stiles: Hey, I don't mind at all. Normally the joke is that girls steal the guy's body heat at night, so we're totally role reversing here.

Cora: [she nods] So long as you're okay with it. Though it would be easier for me to do that if you didn't hog the blankets.

Stiles: I like being bundled.

Cora: Well, you could bundle me with you.

Stiles: I could.

Cora: You'd be much warmer.

Stiles: But I'd probably be a lot more distracted. [smiles]

Cora: [she laughs] Maybe.

Stiles: You are very distracting, after all. Especially in my shirts.

Cora: I could stop wearing them, if it would make you feel better.

Stiles: Well, what would you wear if you didn't have them? Because if the answer is nothing, then I'm for that.

Cora: I do have my own clothes. I don't wear your clothes all the time.

Stiles: I know, but you look extra sexy in my clothes.

Cora: Well, I'm glad you think so because your clothes also happen to be very comfy.

Stiles: That's why I buy them. [laughs]

Cora: [she grins, before resting her chin against his shoulder] And I like that they smell like you.

Stiles: And not like me after a lacrosse game.

Cora: No, not like that. Just like normal you. Sleeping in your shirts probably kept me sane while you were gone.

Stiles: [and he will smile softly at that, leaning in to kiss her]

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

Stiles: [and he will shift, going to face her and get between her legs as he kisses her until the oven timer goes off]

Cora: [at which point she will reach over, turn off the oven, and pull back, but not let him pull away necessarily, her legs hooked over his hips] Still want to eat now?

Stiles: [whimpers because choices] I need the calories if we're going to do anything else.

Cora: [sighs as she lets him go] If we must.

Stiles: You don't want me passing out on you.

Cora: No, I do not. That would be hard to explain to Peter and Derek later.

Stiles: So eat for energy, and then we can go open the rest of those presents. Or come back to this. Whichever you prefer.

Cora: We'll see when we get there. [and with that she will slide off the counter to fish out the cinnamon buns]

Stiles: [and he will grin, and his hand will gently run down along her back and he will playfully slap her butt as he walks away to the table]

Cora: [yelps a bit in response, before shaking her head and bringing the buns to the table]

Stiles: [both sets of buns. He's going to refresh their coffee and go sit with her]

Cora: [and they will eat their delicious sticky breakfast so they can go and get sweaty and sticky again]

Stiles: [yup because he may bring the extra icing to drizzle over her]

Cora: [so they probably don't have time to open more presents before the Hale family dinner]

Stiles: [no, because there is going to be showers needed]

Cora: Yes, they need to be presentable so that Fi and Melissa don't have to keep their significant others from doing violence]

Peter: [no, he gave up on violence. He's more about the glaring and psychological torture]

Cora: [still, we don't need any of that either]

Peter: [but it's Christmas, Cora!]

Cora: [alpha glare]

Peter: [older uncle don't pull that alpha glare on me young lady]

Cora: [the look softens as she moves past him to grab one of the dishes] Be nice. It's Christmas.

Peter: [goes to follow her] You know he's expecting me to be like this. I need to keep up expectations.

Cora: He's not a sixteen year-old boy anymore, you can treat him like an adult. An adult that I plan to keep around.

Peter: And I'm always going to be your father. So you keep him, and I get to always judge him. It's the way families work, sweetie.

Cora: [s i g h s, and goes to head back to the table with the rest of the family, including Kira]

Stiles: [is totally being a dork with Scott though so Kira and Cora are out of boyfriends for a while]

Cora: [yep, they're used to that, though, so they're probably just chatting with each other while sneaking food to the dog]

Derek: [and he's mostly healed at this point and keeping quiet to himself in his little corner]

Fiona: [goes to sit down next to him] You okay?

Derek: Yeah, I just... holidays are hard, you know.

Fiona: Yeah, I know. I remember. [her hand comes up and brushes against the top of his head] But this is good too.

Derek: Yeah, it is. [and she will get a smile out of him] You doing alright?

Fiona: Oh yeah. You heard the annual O'Malley Family Christmas Skype call.

Derek: I think I could be across town and hear you guys.

Fiona: Leah keeps threatening to come out here for Christmas if I won't fly home.

Derek: We could go back, if you want. For a trip.

Fiona: I dunno. Part of me wants to see if she'd actually drag Victor out here.

Derek: And the other part?

Fiona: Part of me worries if it would wind up being more than a trip.

Derek: You wanting to stay?

Fiona: Don't get me wrong. I love it out here, and I love your family. But you know how things snowball with them.

Derek: I know.

Fiona: Would you be okay with them coming here though? Hosting an O'Malley family reunion?

Derek: Yeah, of course I would. As long as your brothers don't try to actually kill me.

Fiona: Honestly, Leah is the most violent of all of us.

Derek: Yeah, but Leah likes me.

Fiona: Then you have nothing to worry about.

Derek: Maybe they can come out this spring?

Fiona: Yeah. Or maybe during the winter to escape New York.

Derek: That too, but it would be a lot of fast planning.

Fiona: True. We'll play it by ear.

Derek: Good. It'll be nice to see them again.

Fiona: Yeah. And I know Victor wants to make nice with your sister.

Derek: That shouldn't be too hard.

Fiona: No. He just felt weird about trying to build an alliance when she was still a kid and grieving her sister. He felt like he would have been taking advantage of her.

Derek: [nods] She would appreciate that. I also know she's grateful that he helped take care of Laura and I.

Fiona: [she nods as well] But now she's not a kid, and she's got a pack and a place in things - he feels less creepy about it now.

Derek: Then I think he needs to do it.

Fiona: We just need to get them out here.

Derek: We can always come up with a reason for them to come out.

Fiona: Like what?

Derek: I dunno, birthday party?

Fiona: Maybe. Or we could actually have an O'Malley Family reunion.

Derek: Could do that too.

Fiona: [she shrugs] We'll figure it out.

Derek: [looks up at everyone talking] So how much longer do you think we have to be good guests and stay?

Fiona: [sighs as she shifts to lean into him more] We should probably at least stay for dessert.

Derek: [wraps his arm around her] Well, Melissa does make good pies.

Fiona: I know. That's what makes us smart guests.

Derek: [smiles] That's very true.

Fiona: So we hold off until dessert, then find a polite way to excuse ourselves.

Derek: And then we can go home and finish opening our presents.

Fiona: Yes. And then some.

Derek: [and he will just smile and keep her close, because he said a lot of words and time to be silent again]

Fiona: [yep, she knows what conversations with Derek are like after this long - she's glad she got him to say what he did]

Isaac: [and meanwhile, mr scarf boy is probably already out of the kitchen away from the family times and just sitting with his drink in the living room while watching TV]

Cora: [and his alpha will probably come out and find him eventually, present in hand since she probably missed the loft gift giving since she was at Stiles] You don't have to sit out here by yourself, you know.

Isaac: You guys are all having family time. It's fine.

Cora: [she could talk about how he's part of the family too and they invited him here because they wanted him to be with them, but whatever. she doesn't want to accidentally stumble into a fight. Instead she'll just hand over the thin, wrapped package to him] For you. Merry Christmas.

Isaac: [he looks at it, and then smiles a bit as he takes it.] Thanks. [and he will reach into his pocket and pull out a small box that is also wrapped, holding it out to her] And for you.

Cora: [takes it from him with a smile] Thanks. [and she'll start to open hers, while in his is a first edition of a comic she knows he loves that she's been holding onto for a while but hadn't had the opportunity to give it to him yet]

Isaac: [he smiled, looking down at the book and knowing how hard this was to find. meanwhile his is a necklace that is a wolf charm looking over at four little cub charms at play. Each of the wolves has a gemstone stomach that she would recognize as not birthdays, but the months her four betas were bitten]

Cora: [she looks at the necklace and smiles, brushing her thumb over the top of the charm] It's beautiful, Isaac.

Isaac: Merry Christmas.

Cora: You too. [shifts a bit and points at the comic] Funny story about how I found that. You know the comic shop - not the cool one that you took me too, but the douchey one uptown?

Isaac: Yeah. I remember.

Cora: So Boyd and I get a call out to that store. The guy who owns the place is having some kind of crazy medical episode, and no one knows what's wrong with him. Boyd and I get there, manage to stabilize him and get back in the rig but as we're driving to the hospital, we started to lose him again. [and there's some more medical talk here about how she figured out he had some kind of rare allergy and saved the guy's life] Anyway. On my next shift, there's a note for me and Boyd saying that the guy wanted us to come down to the store after our shift, and when we get there, he said that for saving his life, we each could pick, any item in the store. [reaches over and taps the cover] He had this in a case, and I remember you telling me all about this story and how it was one of your favorites. And I also remembered the guy from when we were in high school and he was a giant shithead. [she smirks as she leans back again] The pain on his face as I chose it and he realized that I knew exactly what I was doing was just as satisfying as knowing that I had a good gift for you in my back pocket.

Isaac: I wish I had been there to see it. That makes this all the more special now.

Cora: I'm glad you think so. [shifts as she looks over at him] So what about this girl you've been seeing?

Isaac: Caroline?

Cora: Yeah. You going to see her for Christmas?

Isaac: Not sure yet. She's got family stuff back in Virginia.

Cora: Ah. So maybe New Year's, then?

Isaac: Maybe. Depends on her schedule really.

Cora: Are things going well?

Isaac: I guess? I mean, we're not really in a serious, serious relationship.

Cora: But you like her.

Isaac: Yeah, I do.

Cora: And she likes you enough to keep coming back here. So ... test the waters a little. See what she says.

Isaac: [shrugs] I'll think about it.

Cora: [nods and gives his arm a squeeze] She's good for you, though. You seem happy.

Isaac: I do? I need to work on that. [smirks, because he is good at the brooding pretty boy]

Cora: [she laughs] Only because I know you so well. Trust me, to everyone else you look appropriately broody.

Isaac: Well that's a relief.

Cora: Good.

Isaac: Think I can slip out the back? I'm kinda done with the McCalls.

Cora: Go ahead. I'll cover for you.

Isaac: Thank you. [and he will tuck his gift into his jacket and escape]

Cora: [and she will go return to the rest of the group to see what her boyfriend's up to.]

Stiles & Scott: [Totally not having a marshmallow eating contest. Nope, not at all]

Cora: [sigh boys, sigh]

Stiles: [and eventually he looks like he is going to be sick] Okay, okay man I think I'm done.

Cora: [makes a face] You okay?

Stiles: Too many marshmallows, not enough cocoa.

Cora: Can I get you anything?

Stiles: Cocoa. More cocoa.

Cora: I will get you some cocoa. And then maybe we should head back home?

Stiles: We can. Did we open all the presents?

Cora: We did not.

Stiles: Then we probably have to stay.


Cora: No, I meant the ones at home.

Stiles: But none here then?

Cora: [shakes her head as she hands him the cocoa] Nope. Unless there are presents I don't know about.

Stiles: Then let me drink this while you say your goodbyes.

Cora: [nods and she will go find her brother and her uncle to say goodnight]

Peter: [stands up] Leaving so soon?

Cora: Yeah, I think we're peopled out. And I'm afraid if I don't take him home he'll make himself sick.

Peter: [chuckles] Probably a good idea. You guys burn sugar off fast. I’d rather not be stuck with him when all those marshmallows kick in.

Cora: [she nods as she goes to give him a hug] I'll see you later?

Peter: Of course. You two be good now.

Cora: Always. [pulls back with a smile] Merry Christmas.

Peter: Merry Christmas sweetheart.

Cora: [and after that she will go to track down Derek for more of the same]

Derek: [and hey if she's going, they may as well go too]

Cora: [yep - all Hales escape from the McCall House, except the one she married]

Scott: [and the kid and girlfriend that also holds the name because they are staying there for the night]

Stiles: [letting Cora drive home because too much sugar]

Cora: [and once they get there, she will get them both inside] Feeling up for finishing our presents?

Stiles: Yeah, once I down a gallon of water.

Cora: Okay. I will go grab mine and get it out here.

Stiles: It's not under the tree?

Cora: No. It was a little big for that.

Stiles: Okay. I'll meet you in the living room.

Cora: [and she will go fish a very large box out of wherever she managed to stash it without him find it - don't ask, werewolf magic - and bring it in to the living room with a smile] Sadly this is not as sexy as what you got me, but I think you'll get a lot of use out of it.

Stiles: Oh? [and he will put his water down and sit up]

Cora: I'm the lame girlfriend who went for the practical Christmas present. [and she'll place it down on the floor next to him] Be careful, it's heavy.

Stiles: There's nothing lame about practical. [and he is going to tear into the wrapping paper]

Cora: Don't say that until you see it. [and in it is a fairly fashionable but also fairly simple bed frame, so his mattress doesn't have to be on the floor anymore]

Stiles: [laughs] I'm taking this as a hint to get more real furniture?

Cora: No, I like the collection you've got going here. But this will at least be better for your back.

Stiles: Yes, because you being on top does take it's toll.

Cora: [sticks her tongue out at him]

Stiles: Am I wrong?

Cora: I was referring to sleeping on the floor.


Stiles: So was I. Bed on floor, and then you... this will make it more springy.

Cora: Yes, it will.

Stiles: Should we put it together tonight or tomorrow?

Cora: It should be pretty easy to do, and you did just eat a ton of sugar.

Stiles: Which if it's going to make me hyper or sick is still debatable.

Cora: Well, do you want me to open the rest of your presents while your body tries and figure it out.

Stiles: Yeah, that's a good idea.

Cora: Which one do you want me to do first?

Stiles: [thinks, because there are three left, one he knows he wants last] Well, the gift bag is last. The other two you can do in whatever order you want.

Cora: Okay. [and she'll just reach for the one closest to her to open it]

Stiles: [this isn't a sexy present, but it's practical. It's a set of hand warmers and socks that are orange and blue - yes, the colors of the Mets]

Cora: [she laughs as she looks at them] Interesting colors.

Stiles: We're totally going to get to a Mets/Dodgers game one day, I promise.

Cora: Uh-huh. [and with that, she will reach for the second]

Stiles: [and this one is jewelry, and it's earrings and a necklace] There's a funny story behind those...

Cora: [she smiles a bit before moving to sit next to him] Tell me.

Stiles: I wanted to find you pilot earrings so that you could always have me with you, and the girl thought I wanted this guy Pilotto and she kept showing me all this stuff and well.... I thought it was funky so instead of continuing to say NO PILOT and getting the other varieties of this collection, I just took it and ran.

Cora: [she laughs] I like it.

Stiles: I'm glad. [and that last one... well that's really a gift for both of them]

Cora: [goes to open the gift bag and ... laughs] Really?

Stiles: Hey, I saw it and thought of you. It meant I was supposed to buy it, right?

Cora: Do you seriously want me to wear it?

Stiles: Maybe. [yes. yes he does] You wouldn't be wearing it long...

Cora: [sighs, before taking the bag and getting to her feet] Only because it's Christmas.

Stiles: I love you.

Cora: [and with that she will disappear into the bathroom because you don't get to see her in it until she's finished]

Stiles: [which is fine, because he will be quickly stripping and grabbing a Santa Hat from under the tree and waiting for her in just his matching piece]

Cora: [and she will take a bit of time because she's not exactly comfortable in these things, and it takes some finagling to get it to sit right on her boobs, but eventually she will make her way out again, and ... bursts out laughing when she sees him]

Stiles: Hello, Misses Claus. [grins, sucking on a candy cane. Yup, we're going with hyper and not sick now that the sugar is kicking in]

Cora: [of course it is, and she'll make her way closer, trying to be sexy about it, but her charisma roll was about a 9 so it's not completely unattractive but not unbelievably sexy either] Mr. Claus.

Stiles: [well he got a 4, so he's just as ridiculous as always, and face it, she is always sexy to him] You know what Santa likes after spending an entire day riding around delivering presents, right?

Cora: [yes, but his ridiculousness is pretty much always endearing so there's a good match. But she plays dumb as she keeps making her way closer] What's that?

Stiles: He likes to deliver some Christmas Joy to Misses Claus.

Cora: Oooh. Well, I do love some Christmas joy.

Stiles: Then come over here, my love, and let me give it to you.

Cora: [and she will do as she's told, ready to go wherever he wants her]

Stiles: [and he will guide her to pretty much sit on his face and he will pull that little thong under the "skirt" away so he can do just that]

Cora: [and she moves to do that easily, moving one hand to brace herself on the couch to keep her balance as she rides his face]

Stiles: [and he's going to just enjoy pleasing her, the evidence apparent behind her in his boxers. Meanwhile one of his hands are going to slide up, finding her breast and massaging it in time to her hips moving along his face]

Cora: [sighs as she leans back to get a better angle, her free hand moving to stroke him through the boxers]

Stiles: [which will have him groan against her and then he will suck on her clit, tongue wiggling against it]

Cora: [it doesn't take much longer for her to fall over the edge, her fingers tightening against the couch as she rides out the sensations]

Stiles: [and he will grin, and then when she comes down from it he will hold her hips and lean his head back] Joyful?

Cora: [she laughs as she shifts back a bit so he can sit up more] Very.

Stiles: [sits up more] Think you can handle some more?

Cora: I wouldn't be Misses Claus if I couldn't handle Christmas joy.

Stiles: Good, because Santa has another present for you that just needs to be wrapped.

Cora: Mmmm. [and she'll lean in to kiss him as she pulls him into a sitting position]

Stiles: [and he will sit up the rest of the way as he kisses her. When her hands go to remove his boxers, though, she will noticed that the "belt buckle" doubles as a condom holder and there is one inside]

Cora: [well that makes things easy. It doesn't take long for her to push the boxers down just enough to get him free, slide on the condom, and then shifting the material just enough for her to slide down onto him with a soft moan]

Stiles: [his moan will join her, and his hips will lift to push up into her a bit more]

Cora: [and she will just slowly ride him as she leans in to kiss him again doing her best to drag it out and make it last]

Stiles: [which is fine because he will slide those straps to the side and really massage her breasts now]

Cora: [which she very much appreciates, starting to ride him a little harder, her fingers digging into his shoulders]

Stiles: Oh yeah, just like that. Ride Santa, baby.

Cora: [and that makes her laugh, but she doesn't stop, feeling herself starting to get close]

Stiles: [and he will shift, his lips capturing a nipple that he will suck on as his hands go to her hips, giving him leverage to thrust in deeper]

Cora: [and it doesn't take much longer before she tightens around him, riding through her second orgasm as her nails dig into his back]

Stiles: [and he will join her in that thrusting in hard and deep a few times before he just relaxes against the couch]

Cora: [sighs as she leans into him, nuzzling the nape of his neck] Merry Christmas, Mr. Claus.

Stiles: Merry Christmas, Misses Claus.

Cora: [she stays there for a moment as she comes down, before leaning in to kiss him again] You have fun?

Stiles: [moans happily against her lips] Yeah. And I think I burned off some of the sugar.

Cora: That's good. [a beat] Because I get to pick the next one.

Stiles: Next what?

Cora: Outfits.

Stiles: So we're making this a tradition?

Cora: [she shrugs] I don't know about tradition, but it might be fun, every once in a while.

Stiles: I'm down for it.

Cora: Good.

Stiles: You know what else I'd like...

Cora: What?

Stiles: That couch you bought in Houston.

Cora: I do owe you a couch, don't I?

Stiles: You do. Though it's not like you won't be using it too.

Cora: I'll get on that.

Stiles: But for now, we can just go to bed. One last night on the floor?

Cora: Sure. One last night. [And she will pull off him slowly, shedding the remains of the Mrs. Claus get up and heading over to bed]

Stiles: [and they will have the rest of the night to finish the Christmas special condoms]

Cora: [yep, merry Christmas to them]

Stiles: [but he has to work in the morning and totally forgot and he's going to groan when that alarm goes off]

Cora: [groans as well, curling into him more] Make it stop.

Stiles: [goes to find his phone] Sorry. That’s my work alarm.

Cora: [pouts] You have to go to work?

Stiles: Yup. Holiday is over, back to the real world.

Cora: [sighs] I could put the bed together while you're working and we can test it out when you get home?

Stiles: I like that plan.

Cora: Good.

Stiles: [rolls over to kiss her] You keep sleeping. I'll see you at dinner.

Cora: [hums into the kiss] Bring home pizza.

Stiles: Yes ma'am. [and with one last kiss, his naked butt is slipping out of bed to get ready for work]

Cora: [and she will just curl up in the warm spot he left behind and go back to sleep]

Stiles: [and it will be a long day at work, dealing with car crashes of people heading home from the holidays but eventually he will get to leave and he will be exhausted but remember the pizza on his way back to his place]

Cora: [will have put the bed together and is currently killing time by watching TV, waiting for him to come back]

Stiles: [and he will come in, holding the pie] Someone order a pizza?

Cora: [looks up with a grin] You're the best.

Stiles: You better come get it before I collapse and take it down with me.

Cora: [and she will go and do that] C'mon, sit.

Stiles: [and yeah, he's going to become one with the couch]

Cora: Long day?

Stiles: We didn't stop. At all.

Cora: I hate days like that.

Stiles: i don't think I ate lunch.

Cora: Well, sit down. Have some pizza.

Stiles: I don't think I can move.

Cora: I will get it for you.

Stiles: [and he will flip himself over on the couch where he has collapsed] Okay.

Cora: [and she will bring him a plate with a couple slices of pizza on it]

Stiles: I love you. [and he will literally eat the pizza while still being laid out on the couch]

Cora: [laughs as she will get her own, before nudging him up so that she can sit with his head in her lap] Save a lot of people, though?

Stiles: Yeah. [lets her move him around to get comfy] A lot of people driving like idiots.

Cora: [rolls her eyes] Gotta love the holidays.

Stiles: Yup. But no one died, so it was a good day.

Cora: Good. [and when she finishes her pizza, she'll lazily run her fingers through his hair] That's what matters.

Stiles: Oh yeah. I'm not looking forward to my first "i wish I had been fast enough" moment.

Cora: Sometimes there's just nothing you can do.

Stiles: Oh, I know.

Cora: I've had a few of those and it hurts. It doesn't ever really get any easier.

Stiles: [looks up at her, a soft smile] I'm sorry.

Cora: It's alright. I don't want it to get easier. I'd worry if it did.

Stiles: Dad said something like that once. It makes you human.

Cora: Yeah. More or less.

Stiles: [and he's going to just eat his pizza, not knowing what else to say]

Cora: [and she will chat about other stuff she found out today and her bed building adventures]

Stiles: I still can't believe you did the bed while I was gone.

Cora: It wasn't that hard. Insert slot A into hole B.

Stiles: That could also be described as sex. Did you have sex with my bed without me?

Cora: Apparently I did.

Stiles: [sighs] I think I should be jealous.

Cora: It wasn't as much fun as you think.

Stiles: I can fix that, you know.

Cora: Oh really?

Stiles: Yeah. Though I'm out of holiday condoms.

Cora: We can just use the normal ones.

Stiles: No more candy cane dicks? [smirks]

Cora: [she laughs] No, but I think I'm holiday themed out so that's probably a good thing.

Stiles: I wonder if they have New Year’s condoms.

Cora: They seem to have a condom for everything these days.

Stiles: Which is a good thing because people always need condoms.

Cora: Yes. They are very important.

Stiles: So, where were we?

Cora: We were going to try out your new bed. Though you look like you could use more of a nap than our usual activities.

Stiles: I think the pizza is going to give me a bit of energy.

Cora: Mmmm. How about we sleep now and you can fully test out your new bed in the morning?

Stiles: That we can do too. If you can manage to keep your hands off me.

Cora: I think I can control myself.

Stiles: Darn. [smirks]

Cora: [she laughs] C'mon. Let's get you changed and get you in bed.

Stiles: Yes ma'am.

Cora: [and off they go to get comfy and pass out]

Stiles: oh yeah, pass out all night long]

Cora: [and from here we shall skip?]