peter & cora } { of mate bonds and pros and cons

[impetere]

Cora: I can control myself.

Stiles: I'm not saying you can't. But like, heat of the moment taking you up against the door because we haven't seen each other for a week and you're feeling possessive...

Cora: Then I can bite you with my human teeth if I'm really feeling that desperate. I can keep a handle on it. Alphas usually have more of it than most.

Stiles: Well, that's good to know. But we could still try to see if this flower does exist and find one. Like an emergency plan b pill or something.

Cora: [she nods a bit, before taking a deep breath] I also don't want to turn you like that either.

Stiles: I know you don't. Too bad that kind of biting isn't like an exempt kind. Like instead of releasing werewolf changing stuff, it just released bond making stuff.

Cora: Yeah. [she sighs as she moves to shift closer, letting her head rest against his shoulder] Do you want to be a werewolf, Stiles?

Stiles: You know, I keep asking myself that and I don't really know.

Cora: Then we shouldn't even think about doing this until you know for sure.

Stiles: Will do. I'll keep thinking about it.

Cora: [she nods] What are the pros and cons?

Stiles: Well, pros are like the healing factor, not having to worry about my mom's disease taking hold, plus the reflexes will probably make flying all the more fun.

Cora: All true things.

Stiles: And cons include the fact some hunt might come along and kill me, murderous rage at the full moon learn to control, and of course worrying if it would take.

Cora: Also all true things. [she pushes up and turns to face him] But the hunters are less likely if you have a pack that keeps their head down, I can help you with finding your anchor and keeping you control, and if we find those flowers then we'll be safe there. [she pauses] I'm not trying to dismiss your worries.

Stiles: I know. And it's not a complete list. I mean, Isaac alone takes up half a page.

Cora: Isaac?

Stiles: Yeah. Like how he'd handle me not only being a part of the pack but a werewolf and where would I stand in the werewolf hierarchy and will he be threatened and will that cause you problems or me finding a horse head in my bed one night.

Cora: [she rolls her eyes] Well, as my mate, you will be important, but you won't outrank Scott who's my second. So he'll have to protect you but not any more than he would protect any other member of the pack.

Stiles: But he could still put a horse head in my bed.

Cora: No, because it would also be my bed. And he wouldn't want to piss off his alpha.

Stiles: .... Ok, I'll remove that con.

Cora: One down, the rest of your list to go.

Stiles: Something like that. [and he will think a moment before looking at her] Do you want me to be a werewolf? What's your pro and con list on turning me?

Cora: You'd be stronger, and heal, so I wouldn't have to worry about you dying and getting sick. The sex would get better, believe it or not. And ... I remember what the mate bond was like with my mom and dad. I want that for us.

Stiles: ... The sex is already damn good.

Cora: Yeah. But add in a little more durability and stamina on your part, and ... [she'll let him fill in the blanks]

Stiles: Alright, adding that to my pro column too. [smirks]

Cora: But the only real con I have is that I could lose you. And that's not a con I'm willing to live with.

Stiles: Yeah. [and he will go to snuggle closer with her] So tell me what you remember about your folks and their mate bond.

Cora: [smiles as she shifts to lean into him] It's like they were one person instead of two. She wouldn't even have to say anything sometimes, he would just know if she needed him and be there. They would just sit together without saying a word, but somehow they were still communicating.

Stiles: So what, you need a sandwich and I know to go get it for you? [he's teasing as he kisses her shoulder]

Cora: [she rolls her yes] Don't make fun of me.

Stiles: I'm not making fun of you. [smiles] It sounds nice. But maybe it's not just the werewolf bond that gave them that. Could be that they just knew each other that well for so long, it was like they could.

Cora: No, you're probably right. But ... I don't know. There always seemed to be more to it than that. [she shrugs slightly] But I was eleven. What do I know?

Stiles: You knew two loving parents. That's all you needed to know.

Cora: I guess.

Stiles: [gently guides her chin to look up at him] Your parents loved you, Cora. That's what the good ones do. Never doubt that.

Cora: [she glances up at him and shrugs] They weren't really mine though. Sometimes it still feels like I was cheating.

Stiles: How was it cheating?

Cora: I was supposed to have someone else. And Peter and I still don't know who or why.

Stiles: If you want to find out, Cora, we will. One day.

Cora: I don't know if I do.

Stiles: Then let's not focus on it?

Cora: I know. [she just worries about what they don't know coming back to hurt them]

Stiles: Here, let me distract you. [and he will go to kiss her]

Cora: [she smiles a bit at that, turning so that she can kiss him more and stay close]

Stiles: [and they can fade into sweet love making times]

Cora: [yes, because they do not do well with keeping their hands off each other]

Stiles: [no, they do not, but Stiles has condoms]

Cora: [that's good at least]