spamalot } { of christmas and sleeping awareness

[impetere]

Cora: Do you think they're tired yet?

Stiles: Depends on how many cookies they snuck back into the bunkhouse.

Cora: Best not to risk it without more wine.

Scott: [rubbing Allison's feet] Do we actually need to tuck them in? We can just let them fall where they lie.

Cora: [she shakes her head] Ben won't. He's particular that way. If one of us doesn't put him to bed, he won't go down.

Stiles: And that includes tucking him in tight enough so he can't get out.

Allison: He likes to wander, huh?

Stiles: It's not just sleepwalking, it's sleep parkour.

Allison: [laughs] Poor kid.

Scott: Could be worse. Could be Noah.

Allison: True. You could wake up and the living room could be trashed.

Cora: We haven't run into that particular problem yet.

Stiles: At least not child based. Puppy based on the other hand...

Cora: Yeah, we're still having some growing pains there.

Scott: Doesn't know who the alpha is yet? [smirks]

Cora: Oh, he knows. He just thinks he can get away with things behind the alpha's back because I'm not an actual alpha.

Scott: Sounds like he hangs out with Stiles too much.

Stiles: Hey.

Cora: But we're getting there. We've figured out that he learns best when it comes from Dina, so we're teaching her a bit about discipline.

Stiles: She has always wanted a puppy, and she takes it very seriously.

Allison: [she nods] That's good. I'd be worried about Ryan getting distracted and neglecting things.

Stiles: [and he is about to say something when there is the sound - the pitter patter of feet - running along the porch roof]

Cora: [her head snaps up and she is lunging to her feet] Oh, no.

Scott: Are they doing what I think they are doing?

Stiles: Going to wait for Santa? Probably.

Cora: That roof is old and they aren't werewolves yet. [and she's going to find whatever window they climbed out of and hopefully stop the really little ones from following their older siblings]

Scott: I'll go check on them.

Stiles: I'll... [oh wait he had wine and is human] I'm going to stay where I won't break my neck.

Cora: [and eventually she finds the room and it's a stern look before she goes to scoop up Ben and Michael before they climb out the window] What do you think you're doing?

Michael: Wait for Santa!

Ben: Dina said ...

Cora: And that doesn't surprise me. [she sets them down on the empty guest bed and sticks her head out the window again] Get back in here.

Dina: But Mom, we're just going to wait for Santa like Dad used to!

Cora: Sweetie, your dad did that almost twenty years ago, we don't know how stable that roof still is. Do you want to wake your grandpa up because you fell through it?

Dina: We'll be safe! I promise.

Cora: No, guys, come inside.

Dina: [and there is that Stilinski pout]

Cora: [and there's a Hale stare right back]

Dina: [sighs] Ryan, we need to go back in.

Ryan: [sighs] Okay.

Dina: [and she is going to start heading in but then slips and starts to slide down the roof]

Cora: [and there go the werewolf reflexes as she surges through the window to catch her]

Dina: [and she clings to Cora's arm, not scared but just smiling] That step was a doozy.

Cora: [she laughs a bit before gently pulling her in so that she's back on the roof again. She then looks up and gestures for Ryan to come to her] Ryan, c'mere buddy.

Ryan: [does as he told before spotting his dad over her shoulder] Hi, Daddy.

Scott: Hi Ryan. Time for bed.

Ryan: Okay.

Cora: [unfortunately with a child in each arm, Cora doesn't have the leverage to get back in the window, and she's a little too far out] Scott, can you give me a hand?

Scott: Oh, yeah. Here, pass them to me. [and he will take the kids one by one and bring them back into the room]

Cora: [and Cora will slide back in before locking the window behind her] Yep. Uncle Scott is right. Time for bed.

Dina: [joins in the unanimous whining of no]

Cora: Nope, bedtime. [and after doing a count of children] Where's the middle McCall?

Ryan: He went to sleep.

Cora: Smart kid. [glances to Scott] I'll get the little ones, you herd the big ones?

Scott: Sure thing. Dina, Ryan, top bunks now. [and he will usher them up the stairs between the bunks]

Noah: [is already sprawled out on one of the beds, out cold]

Cora: [will just tuck Ben and Michael into the same bed, and they're already mostly asleep, so they don't put up much of a fight]

Scott: [and once they are tucked in and given the whole "Santa is watching" warning, he will retreat with Cora out of the room]

Cora: [yep, back downstairs to their spouses they will go]

Stiles: So how long until they are asleep that we can sneak up on the roof? [grins at Scott]

Cora: [narrows her gaze at him] Your daughter almost wound up in the ER because of that roof. I think you can skip it this year.

Stiles: Wait, what?

Scott: She's fine. Just an ice patch. Like back in ninty-seven.

Stiles: Oh.

Cora: If I wasn't a werewolf, that could have been worse.

Stiles: The same thing happened to me when I was a kid. I broke my arm, but the roof isn't that high up.

Scott: Yeah, but you whined about it for weeks.

Cora: You also weren't almost two - which is the age of your son who was about to follow his sister onto that roof.

Scott: Yeah, there was that.

Stiles: Okay, okay, no enabling the kids. I got it.

Cora: Thank you. [and she goes to sit next to him again]

Scott: So shall we go do the Santa thing?

Cora: [she nods] Sure. Let's do it. [a beat] Assuming you mean the exchanging gifts Santa thing?

Scott: Yeah.

Cora: [nods] Let's do it.

Stiles: [and he will have the four candy canes that he will use for them to draw "straws" to see who goes first]

Cora: [and she and Allison both pick one]

Stiles: [and dice say Stiles gets the shortest, so he will have to go first] Well, I got Allison as my secret Santa, so here you go, sister in law. [and he will hand her a box]

Allison: [pulls it out and looks it over and ...] You are awesome.

Stiles: Always good to have that reaffirmed. [grins]

Allison: This will definitely get put to use, thank you.

Stiles: You're welcome.

Allison: So does that mean me next?

Scott: Yes.

Allison: Oddly enough I also got you. [and she hands over a long package that has various things Star Wars in it including mad libs, pez dispensers and other assorted ridiculousness]

Stiles: [and he is going to open it and cheerfully glee] I really do make it easy to shop for, don't I?

Allison: You do. It's very convenient.

Stiles: Thank you. [and he is going to play with the stuffed tauntaun tsum tsum like a child]

Scott: I guess that makes who I have very obvious. [he holds out a gift bag to Cora with has a gift certificate for a day at the spa]

Cora: Yep. [and will also swap him for a toy that he will probably love ... and so will the boys]

Stiles: [and eventually the alcohol and the time and everything will just hit Stiles and he will yawn, his head falling back against the couch a moment]

Cora: [glances over to her husband with a small smile] I think it's time for bed.

Scott: [laughs] Weakling.

Allison: Not his fault. It's been a long day. [gets up because she didn't touch her wine. at all] C'mon. We should probably turn in too.

Cora: We'll see you guys in the morning?

Scott: Oh, I'm sure you will. I doubt the kids will let us sleep in.

Allison: Good night. [And off they go to their room]

Cora: [turns back to her husband and rubs his chest gently] Hey, Stiles?

Stiles: [rolls his head to look at her, smiling drunkenly] Yes?

Cora: I think it's time for bed.

Stiles: Bed would be good.

Cora: C'mon. [and she'll take his hand and pull him up slowly]

Stiles: [and he will come, reaching down for his gift] I think the wine hit me harder this year than normal.

Cora: I also think it doesn't help that you were the only human drinking.

Stiles: Allison wasn't drinking? [blinks]

Cora: Nope. And she was probably hoping we wouldn't notice.

Stiles: ....... [and then he laughs] Again?

Cora: Well, those two are like clockwork. Every two years, there's another McCall.

Stiles: I hope they weren't expecting us to keep up with them.

Cora: [she laughs] Well, I wasn't planning on it.

Stiles: Me neither.

Cora: Besides, we were already one behind to begin with.

Stiles: So they would expect twins. [laughs]

Cora: God, no. [not that she has any control over that, but she's heard horror stories from her sister and NOPE.]

Stiles: [and they get to their room - still looking like Stiles' room from childhood but cleaned up enough] Good, because not my goal.

Cora: No. [turns to face him and slides her arms around his shoulders] But it might be nice to have another little one eventually.

Stiles: Did you ask Santa for this? [smiles, his hands around her waist]

Cora: No. Asking Santa for it would be weird.

Stiles: ... Yeah, yeah that would be.

Cora: But ... I don't think I'd mind if we started trying.

Stiles: Well, we can do that. It just means leaving one thing off, after all.

Cora: True. It is very easy to do.

Stiles: Is that what you want for Christmas then?

Cora: [small shrug] Being with you is always on my Christmas list.

Stiles: [he will smile, and then lean in to kiss her. But he is also drunk and smells like fermented grapes]

Cora: [yes, but it's still Stiles kissing her, so she will happily kiss him back]

Stiles: [and after a few seconds he will get dizzy and lose his balance] Bed. We should. Lay down.

Cora: [laughs, before nodding] Okay. We can do that. [and she goes to guide him to the bed to lie down]

Stiles: [...... and he's going to end up falling asleep within a minute of hitting the bed]

Cora: [of course he is. Way to get your wife going and then let her down, Stiles.]

Stiles: [because wine and dice hating him]

Cora: [uh huh. he better make it up to her later. but with that, she will curl up with him and go to sleep herself]

Stiles: [oh, he will because he will be waking up at four in the morning with his phone vibrating under his pillow because he has plans]

Cora: [and being a werewolf, she will feel that and frown] What is that?

Stiles: Reminder for me to get up and put the Santa presents under the tree for the kids since it's my year.

Cora: [and there's a mumble of agreement before she rolls over to go back to sleep]

Stiles: [which he goes down to do quickly, and then when he is done, he will grab one of Cora's presents he hid here as well and go fix it. He will return to their room, shifting into the bed again and laying down, looking at his wife and smiling, reaching over to caress her face]

Cora: [hums sleepily at the touch, before curling into him more]

Stiles: Good morning, Cora...

Cora: Is it morning now?

Stiles: It's those beautiful hours between where the children as still asleep and yet there is coffee.

Cora: [hums] Did you bring me coffee?

Stiles: Yes. And some breakfast.

Cora: [sigh. fine. She rubs her eyes for a moment as she starts to sit up] Do we really need to be awake right now?

Stiles: Depends on if you want to take advantage of the children sleeping.

Cora: [her head tips to the side] Depends on what you mean by taking advantage.

Stiles: [and he will roll to the side and pull up a tray, including strawberries, bananas, their coffee, whipped creme and dipping chocolate, and little sugar waffles in the shape of rose petals with red sugar crystals]

Cora: [her eyes widen and she smiles] This is very impressive.

Stiles: I figured it would be the only time we get to ourselves today.

Cora: Probably true, unless you want to wait until we finally wind up back home.

Stiles: Well, I think I passed out before something special last night.

Cora: Mmm. That you did. It was very disappointing.

Stiles: I think we need to limit my alcohol intake. I'm getting old and it sucks.

Cora: Poor, old Stiles. [teasing, then she glances up at the ceiling] You know, as much as I loved that hotel room? Sometimes I wish our first time had been here.

Stiles: Yeah, me too. [and he will go to feed her a rose petal waffle bite dipped in chocolate] But it was the right time, and that's what made it special.

Cora: Yeah. [and she'll take it with a pleased hum] And it's not like we didn't have a number of other times here.

Stiles: A lot of other times. [and a strawberry now] Amazing, wonderful, sweaty times.

Cora: [another hum and she curls into him a bit] Yep. Lots of those.

Stiles: And one beautiful child born of that sweaty lovemaking.

Cora: Even though he takes after his father with even less impulse control.

Stiles: Well, you did say you would like another little one. Third time's the charm on getting one not like me?

Cora: Maybe. Fingers crossed. [totally teasing]

Stiles: [and now he will feed her a bit of banana]

Cora: [yummy yummy yummy. and eventually the feeding her will give way to kissing him]

Stiles: [and he will shift the food to the dresser and then he will roll on top of her, working to pull his shirt off]

Cora: [and she will help, dropping it to the floor before shifting up a bit so he can get hers off]

Stiles: [and he will reach over to the whipped creme and playfully decorate her nipples before going to suck on them]

Cora: [which will make her laugh, before shaking her head] Don't make too much of a mess.

Stiles: Hey, you know I keep a messy room. [and he will feed her a strawberry and then kiss her]

Cora: [kisses her back, sliding her hands over his shoulders] I was thinking more me who will wind up having to shower before I see the children.

Stiles: Scott is the only one with a werewolf nose here you need to worry about.

Cora: I was talking about me being sticky, not what Scott's werewolf nose will detect.

Stiles: Oh. Then I'll be careful. Mostly. [and he will kiss her again as his hands start to work on removing the rest of their layers]

Cora: [yes, good, the less layers the better. She helps him wriggle out of them, before hooking her legs around his hips to draw them closer]

Stiles: [and it isn't long before they are both ready and he slides inside of her with a soft groan]

Cora: [moans in return, nosing at the nape of his neck as her hips rise up to meet his]

Stiles: [and he is going to make love to his wife, kissing along her neck and nibbling on her ear]

Cora: [her head tips back as he does, sinking into the moment and just enjoying her adult time with her husband]

Stiles: [and as he gets closer, he will slide his hand down to play with her nub, getting her to join him]

Cora: [it doesn't take much. She responds eagerly to his touch, and it's not much longer before she's tensing under him and then relaxing through the waves of pleasure]

Stiles: [and he will join her, free from protection to start working on the odds of that next bundle of joy]

Cora: [which if we're rolling for it they just barely miss. but that's okay, they can keep trying later. For now, Cora will just nuzzle in closer and relax around him] I love you.

Stiles: [he has no problem with keep trying] I love you too, Cora.

Cora: Merry Christmas.

Stiles: Merry Christmas. [and he will kiss her]

Cora: [and she kisses him back, just settling in for comfortable lazy makeouts until the door to their room slowly creeeeeeaks open]

Ben: Daddy?

Stiles: [swore he locked that] Yes, Benny? [pulls the blankets up a bit higher]

Ben: [as his mom inches closer to be out of her son's line of sight] I don't like that room.

Stiles: How come?

Ben: It's not my room.

Stiles: I know, but it's your room when you are here at Grandpa’s.

Ben: [and Cora's hand wanders over the edge to find her shirt and sleep pants because she knows where this is going] Can I stay here un ... until Santa time?

Stiles: Well, you could... but you don't have your pillow. Did you leave it on your bed?

Ben: [nods lamely] Uh-huh.

Stiles: Well, go back and get it, and then you can stay in here, ok? But go slowly and quietly so you don’t' wake the others.

Ben: Okay. [and the door will close again]

Cora: [sighs as she goes to pull her shirt on] The joys of having children, right?

Stiles: Talk less, dress faster. [and he will toss her the baby wipes in his bedside table drawer after taking one and cleaning himself up, and then he goes to dress and jump back into bed]

Cora: [and she will do the same, but thankfully Ben's still figuring out the walking thing, so walking with a pillow takes a lot of time. and soon the door creaks open again and in toddles their son] Make sure you close the door, Benny.

Ben: [and he will do that, before coming to his parents bedside with his pillow] I got it.

Stiles: [and he will reach down and pull Ben into the bed with them] Good boy.

Ben: [and he will just curl up between his parents, getting cozy while he can] Why did we have to sleep here?

Stiles: Because Grandpa's house doesn't have bedrooms for everyone.

Ben: Why do we have to sleep at Gampa's house?

Stiles: Because we don't have a chimney at the apartment for Santa to come down.

Ben: [makes a face and curls into his pillow] I wanna go home.

Cora: [sighs as she pulls him in a little] It's just like sleeping over at Grandma's kiddo.

Ben: [makes a bigger face] I don't like that either.

Stiles: It's not that bad. You get to hang out with Michael.

Ben: But Aunt Idia and Uncle Pabbish aren't here. Or Chewy. And I wanna sleep in my bed and you aren't there at Gamma's and ...

Cora: Hey, buddy, it's okay. [keeps her voice soft as she holds him close] We're right here.

Stiles: [gives him a soft smile and runs a hand along Ben's head] Aunt Lydia and Uncle Parrish are going to meet us at Grandma Talia's for dinner. And tonight we'll be back home, ok?

Ben: Promise?

Stiles: Promise. [that was their plans, after all]

Ben: [he's only two!!!! he doesn't know how this all works, Dad!! this is the first Christmas he can actually remember] Okay.

Stiles: [he knows, but he is making with the comforting, okay?!]

Ben: [and with that he will sigh and close his eyes and pass out not long after with the comfort of knowing that he will be in his own bed tomorrow]

Cora: [while his mom will make worried faces and just brush her thumb over his shoulder gently. she doesn't like it when her baby is upset]

Stiles: I didn't have to worry about that with Dina. We never went anywhere when she was this young. [and Dina was not heartbroken in leaving either]

Cora: I don't think it's the going places that bothers him, it's staying overnight.

Stiles: More waking up in a place that he doesn't recognize, I think.

Cora: Yeah. Hopefully he'll grow out of it.

Stiles: I'm sure he will. Otherwise he will never move out and we're stuck with him forever. [grins]

Cora: [she laughs] I'm not so worried about that right now.

Stiles: You should be. [laughing though, pulling wife and son closer]

- - - - -

Melissa: How did we lose one in the middle of the night?

Dina: [rolling over] He's with mom and dad. He doesn't like other beds.

Melissa: Oh. [exhales] Okay then. Who wants pancakes?

Michael: Me! Me! Pancakes!

Dina: Can I help make them?!

Melissa: Sure! We can divide everything up downstairs. [Noah and Ryan are also down for pancakes, so downstairs they will go]

Dina: [and a mess will be made while Michael sits on the steps patiently waiting for mom and dad because OMG presents are under the tree but he was told he can't open them yet]

Melissa: [sorry Mikey. but eventually the smell of pancakes will rise from the kitchen to get the attention of the rest of the household]

Sheriff: [including the grandpa who is coming down and picking Mikey up] You trying to be a speed bump here kiddo?

Michael: [pointing at the presents] Santa was here!

Melissa: But we can't open presents until everyone's awake.

Dina: [covered in flour] Noah can wake them up. He's good at that!

Noah: Yeah! I'll go get them!

Melissa: Gently, Noah. Gently.

Noah: I can be totally gentle. [nodnodnod]

Michael: Gentle!

Dina: [shoos her little cousin away towards the stairs]

Noah: [and will bolt towards the stairs to ... essentially bodyslam his father into awakeness] Wake up guys! It's present time!

Scott: [holy shit what the hell happened and how...] Noah!

Allison: [startles awake herself] Noah, what did we say about jumping on the bed like that?

Noah: [bright grin] But it's Christmas!

Scott: [he's gotten good at controlling his shift in these moments] I know, but it isn't nice to scare us like that.

Noah: [sighs, because he knows the "you're in trouble" tone] Sorry. I gotta go wake up Aunt Cora and Uncle Stiles and Ben. [starts to scramble off the bed]

Allison: Do not body slam Uncle Stiles, Noah. Especially not with Ben in the bed with them.

Scott: [sighs and flops back against his pillow] What are we going to do with that one?

Allison: [sighs as she curls into him] Sign him up for football?

Scott: And break the lacrosse family tradition?

Allison: Football recruits earlier than lacrosse does. Do you want to give him an outlet sooner or wait for him to be old enough for lacrosse?

Scott: No, we should give him the outlet now. He can choose later if he wants to stay with it or change.

Allison: [she nods] Besides, you have two other boys to sway to the ways of lacrosse if he doesn't.

Scott: And Dina. Stiles will keep trying forever, I think.

Allison: And Ben, in that case.

Scott: And Ben.

Allison: And whatever this one ends up being. So don't worry. There will be plenty of opportunities for lacrosse children.

Scott: [leans over to kiss his wife] I love you, you know.

Allison: [smiles at that] I love you too.

Scott: We should probably get up to avoid a second wave.

Allison: [sighs] Sadly, yes. But I do smell your mom's pancakes.

Scott: [sniffs] And there is also a pie in the oven.

Allison: Valid reasons to get out of bed, I think.

Scott: Yes. [and he will go to pull on normal people clothes again]

Allison: [and so will she to follow him downstairs]

Stiles: [and he will be behind them shortly, carrying Ben while Cora showers quickly] Morning.

Allison: Morning. Noah didn't wake you up too violently did he?

Stiles: No, in fact we didn't even notice him until he was poking my cheek. Gently.

Allison: [laughs] So he does listen when I talk.

Scott: Which is good, because otherwise you'll have a Noah shaped indent in your ribs.

Stiles: I appreciate that. [looks over at Ben] You awake yet, kiddo?

Ben: [mumbles and rests her chin on his dad's shoulder] I smell pancakes.

Stiles: Yup, Grandma's pancakes even.

Ben: Is it Santa time after pancakes?

Stiles: Yup. Momma should be done showering by then too.

Ben: Okay. [he can accept that compromise]

Stiles: [and he will sit down and go to get some pancakes to cut up for Ben to eat]

Cora: [and eventually Cora will come down and they will devour breakfast and head to the Christmas tree where there are toys galore!]

Stiles: [yes, oh so many toys. For kid and adult alike]

Ben: [and he will wander over with one of his toys and climb into an adult lap, holding it up to them] How does it work?

Sheriff: Here, I'll show you. [and he will put on his glasses and do so]

Ben: [and it'll make some kind of cool noise and Ben's face will light up] Whoa!

Sheriff: [laughs and kisses the top of Ben's head] Isn't that cool?

Ben: Yeah! [grins at him] What else does it do?

Sheriff: Well, there's this button here. [points at him to press it]

Ben: [and another cool noise happens and he lights up again with laughter]

Michael: [and he will inch closer, looking up at the toy] Can I play too?

Ben: Yeah. [because Michael's cool and he'll move over so his cousin can climb up too]

Sheriff: [and he will help Michael up and laugh] I'm going to need a bigger lap if you two keep growing.

Melissa: Don't worry. I think they'll grow out of it eventually.

Sheriff: I don't mind them doing it.

Melissa: I know. My point is, enjoy this size while it lasts.

Ben: [looks up from where he's showing Michael stuff] Gampa, where'd the button go?

Sheriff: Huh? [looks back down at Ben] Which button?

Ben: The one that made the "woooooo" sound.

Sheriff: OH, that's here. [and he will point at it so Michael can push it]

Ben: [and the sound happens and the boys burst into giggles again]

- - - - -

Stiles: [yup, and one puppy waiting because Mr Parrish left for work and he is so bored]

Cora: [sighs as she ducks down to give him a pet as she makes her way in] Hey, Chewie.

Stiles: [carrying the sleeping Dina] Hey buddy. I'll walk you as soon as I put your mommy to sleep, ok?

Cora: [and she's got Ben so she'll just head right to his room to put him down]

Stiles: [and once Dina is down, he will go to take the puppy on a long walk and bring back up the rest of the toys and things from the car]

Cora: [and she is unpacking the overnight stuff, having changed out of her holiday stuff]

Stiles: [and once all the toys are under their tree in the living room, he will sneak up to slide his arms around her waist, kissing her neck from behind]

Cora: [smiles softly as she leans back into him] Hi.

Stiles: Hi. [kisses her neck again]

Cora: Everybody down for the night?

Stiles: Both kids and the puppy. We're the last ones up.

Cora: Good. [turns to face him and slides her arms around his neck] And I've almost got everything away.

Stiles: So what do you want to do after that?

Cora: [she shrugs] I don't know. You have any ideas?

Stiles: We could pick up where we left off when Ben came into the room this morning?

Cora: Mmmm. [her tone shifts, teasing] And where were we, exactly?

Stiles: Naked, sweaty, and in bed.

Cora: Ahhh. Now I remember.

Stiles: We do need to get back to that state first though.

Cora: We do. It's kind of hard to be back there without the in between.

Stiles: So we should probably just redo the whole morning.

Cora: Are you going to make me breakfast again?

Stiles: I could. Cookies work?

Cora: Maybe. That's not really breakfast, though.

Stiles: You can always have cookies for breakfast if you want to.

Cora: Mmm-hmmm.

Stiles: I know you don't want me to have any coffee this late.

Cora: No, definitely not.

Stiles: I can make the breakfast tomorrow?

Cora: [considers for a moment before nodding] Deal.

Stiles: [and he will playfully guide his wife back to the bedroom where they can get back to that adult funtimes]

Cora: [yep. adult funtimes that a tiny child will not be crashing]

Stiles: [Nope because they have locks on the inside of their doors here at home]

Cora: [yes they do. and am I rolling for this?]

Stiles: [yup]

Cora: [yeah, that was a ninety nine so that's definitely a baby boy werewolf]

Stiles: [yay! Dina gets another puppy LOL]

Cora: [LOL yep, another little brother to follow her around]

Stiles: [but for now just naked, sweaty snuggles]

Cora: [just as he requested earlier] And now we are back where we started.

Stiles: Yes, and no fear of children joining us.

Cora: Lucky us.

Stiles: And if you're a good girl, maybe I will give you some more of this before breakfast.

Cora: That is very tempting, but I think I need sleep before I consider that offer.

Stiles: Okay, sleep, and then we see what you're feeling like for breakfast.

Cora: Good. [leans in and kisses him softly] Night, Stiles.

Stiles: [kisses her back] Night Cora.

Cora: [and she will curl up to drift off to sleep]

Stiles: [best Christmas]

Cora: [indeed]

Stiles: [and we skip?]

Cora: [yep]