potus } { of bad nights and unintentional frustrations

[impetere]

Cora: [okay, so late evening one Friday night, he'll get a slightly autocorrected text fom Cora] Are you home?

Stiles: [finishing up a workout and looking at his phone] Yeah, just got back from a jog.

Cora: [A series of texts, sent one after the other, each sentence it's own text:] Can I come over? I don't know where you live. You would have to tell me. But I don't want to go home right now.

Stiles: Sure. Where are you and I'll come escort you over?

Cora: I'm at the White House. Boyd will get me there, I just need the address.

Stiles: [and he sends her the address] Just give me 30 to shower and clean up a bit.

Cora: [there's a beat and she responds with] Boyd says with traffic it will take us 30 minutes to get there anyway.

Stiles: Alright. Just hit buzzer 5 when you get here.

Cora: Okay. [and that will be the last text until she gets there, moving to the door and pressing the buzzer as requested]

Stiles: [and he's showered and the dirty clothing hidden in a closet. He'll head over to the door and hit the buzzer] Third floor, come on up.

Cora: [and Boyd will walk her up, because after tonight he's not leaving her side until she's safely in Stiles' apartment]

Stiles: [and he is standing at the open door, waiting]

Cora: [she's dressed up, wearing her tall shoes and a red one shoulder dress, with a man's suit jacket around her shoulders. She looks tired and a little out of it, probably because she's stoned, but one she gets close enough to him he can see the tracks from where her mascara was cleaned up, but not quite as perfectly as it should have been] Hi.

Stiles: [and cue concerned friend] Hey. What’s going on?

Cora: [she shakes her head] Bad night.

Boyd: You need to take her inside. [waiting in the hallway is not a good move to avoid prying eyes]

Stiles: Yeah sure. You coming in too?

Boyd: [he shakes his head] I'll be out here if you need anything.

Stiles: [nods and helps Cora inside and closes and locks the door. He's already got the window blinds down] Come on, sit down. You want something to drink?

Cora: [she shakes her head as she goes and sits on his couch, tucking her legs up just to wrestle her shoes off her feet though it's more complicated than her addled hands can manage at the moment] Kol gave me a couple glasses of bourbon and a brownie.

Stiles: Ah. [he'll smile and go over, gently taking her shoes off] So you need some water for sure, and a solid surface to ride out this trip. I got you.

Cora: It's not that bad. [and once her shoes are off she tucks her legs under herself and looks over at him] Just stay here?

Stiles: It’s my place. Not going anywhere. [and he'll go sit next to her]

Cora: [she nods as she looks over at him] My lawn is going to be covered in reporters. [she makes a face]

Stiles: Well if they want a picture of you here, they need to climb up my fire escape.

Cora: [makes a bigger face] They totally would. But they don't know who you are, so no one should be able to find me here.

Stiles: Hopefully. You want me to get you something to change into?

Cora: Sure. [this dress is uncomfortable]

Stiles: Alright. Hang here in a moment. [and he'll go find her a pair of marines sweats]

Cora: [she nods and waits for him to come back. when he does, she pushes up on her knees a bit so that she's a bit taller. once he's close enough, she asks:] Can I try something?

Stiles: Sure?

Cora: [maybe it's the booze, maybe it's the weed, maybe it's just the fact that she's curious and it was a really bad night and she wants to do something impulsive. she pushes up, leans in, cupping his face in her hands, and kissing him softly]

Stiles: [and his eyes are going to widen a moment before they just close and he leans down to her, kissing her back]

Cora: [kissing she knows how to do. kissing she's done before, and when he kisses her back, she just sinks into it, wanting to feel something good and not thinking about the swirling pit of anxiety in her stomach]

Stiles: [and he is going to slowly bring his hands up to hold her back and pull her a bit closer]

Cora: [she goes in with him, but her knee slips off the edge of the couch and she starts to drop out of kissing range with a soft eep!]

Stiles: [good thing he has that grip on her and he will catch her, chuckling] Sorry, I threw you off balance.

Cora: It's okay. [and she'll pull back because she doesn't want him to feel like he has to keep kissing her] It was nice though.

Stiles: Yeah, yeah it was. Kinda how I imagined it would be.

Cora: You thought about it?

Stiles: [rubs at the back of his neck, blushing a bit] Maybe once or twice.

Cora: [and her head ducks a bit as she sits back on her knees] At least it wasn't just me.

Stiles: No, it wasn't just you. [smiles a bit, going to sit next to her] I just... I didn't want to lose a friend if you weren't interested, and I value our friendship too much to risk it.

Cora: Me too. [she reaches over and takes his hand] You're a good friend.

Stiles: [and he will squeeze her hand back] Thanks. You too.

Cora: [and with that curiosity satisfied, she's tired, so she's going to just tip over away from him, letting her head rest against the pillow and curling into Kol's jacket, completely forgetting about the change of clothes he got her] Bedtime.

Stiles: Yeah, but you're going to sleep in my bed. I'll take the couch.

Cora: [she shakes her head because that involves moving] Couch is comfy. [though she is passing out so Stiles can move her against her will after she's asleep]

Stiles: [or he can just go over and pick her up, cradling her in his arms easily because Marine, and carrying her to the one bed in the apartment.] Bed is comfier.

Cora: [and she'll just pass out completely against his shoulder, down for the count for the rest of the night]

Stiles: [and he will gently set her down, giving her the second pillow and pulling the covers over her to make sure she is okay before going back outside to get the sweats and put them and a bottle of water on the folding table next to the bed. Once that's settled, he will take his pillow from the bed and head to the couch, flopping down on it]

Cora: [and she will sleep through the night. in fact, she will even sleep through the knock that comes on the door early the next morning, though it will probably wake up Stiles]

Stiles: [which it will, and he will get up and rub at his eyes, heading to the door] Who is it?

Jackson: Some friends of Cora's.

Stiles: Is Boyd still out there? [because is someone took out Boyd and was coming for Cora...]

Boyd: They're good, Stiles.

Stiles: [with Boyd's confirmation, he'll open the door. He's still asleep enough to not realize he's just in his sleep pants.]

Jackson: [he and Ethan really don't care, but he does look underdressed in comparison to Jackson's thousand dollar suit. He smiles, before holding up a hand with a phone, while the other is carrying an overnight bag, and points back to himself] Jackson. [points to the man next to him] Ethan. [then he holds out the phone to Stiles] For you. [and once he takes it he'll head inside to find Cora]

Stiles: [blinks because that's... not his phone.] She's in the bedroom, probably still asleep. [and then he will look at the phone because is there someone on it he's supposed to speak to...?]

Freya: [there is! and the phone will indicate as much, all he has to do is talk]

Stiles: [and he will hold it up to his ear] Hello?

Freya: Stiles, isn't it? Freya Mikaelson.

Stiles: [the fixer. Okay] That would be me, ma'am.

Freya: I need a small favor. Given that there is a very large amount of reporters currently sitting on Cora's front lawn, I was wondering if it would be alright if she stayed with you for a few days.

Stiles: I don't mind, but why can't you just have her neighborhood cleared? If they realize she's here, I don't have nearly the same level of security her place would.

Freya: See, the benefit of you, Stiles, is they don't know you exist. And if they don't see Boyd and Isaac then they have no reason to suspect she's there. Having her neighborhood cleared makes it seem like she has something to hide and she doesn't, so I'd prefer to keep them on one target for as long as possible.

Stiles: [runs a hand through his hair as he looks back towards the bedroom.] Alright but come Monday we both have classes.

Freya: This should be resolved by then. I just want to give her some time to recoup without cameras in her face.

Stiles: Okay. Well, she is more than welcome to hang out here. I'll take care of her.

Freya: Good. You'll have to give Jackson his phone back, but I can give you my number if you need anything.

Stiles: Yeah, let me just... find a pen. [and he will go wandering into the kitchen to find something to write with]

Freya: [and she will wait for him to do that while Ethan checks the windows and sweeps for bugs just to be on the safe side]

Stiles: [yeah the only bugs he might find aren't the electronic ones and that's because he lives in a crappy apartment]

Freya: [ew. but once he writes that down] Thank you, Stiles. I was serious about this being a favor, if you need anything at all just let me know.

Stiles: It isn't a problem. She's my friend. She'd do it for me in a heartbeat so we're good.

Freya: Good. I'll let you know when everything is clear. [and she'll hang up so he can give Jackson his phone back]

Stiles: [and he is going to wander back to check on Jackson and Cora] Here's your phone back.

Jackson: [and Cora is awake and they are hugging, but once Stiles comes in, he'll pull back and take his phone] Boyd and Isaac will still be here, but they'll be pulling back so that they're not spotted. You need anything you call me or Freya and we'll get it for you.

Cora: [nods] Tell her thank you for me?

Jackson: Course. [and he'll make his way out, but stop to make an okay sign from behind Stiles that makes Cora roll her eyes]

Stiles: [and he will be confused and turn around to look at Jackson and Ethan because what were they doing?]

Jackson: [and poker face] Nice meeting you, Stiles. Call if you need anything. [and with that, he and Ethan will be gone]

Cora: [and she will sigh, running her fingers through her hair and feeling gross now that she's sober] Uh. Do you think I could take a shower?

Stiles: Yeah. Did they bring you stuff to shower with? You could use mine if not but it's nothing fancy

Cora: [holds up the bag] Jackson brought me some of my own stuff from home including a change of clothes so I'm good to go. But your bathroom may smell like flowery fruitiness for a while.

Stiles: [laughs] It'll be an improvement. I've only got pop-tarts for breakfast. I can run to the market though on my way back from my morning jog.

Cora: Pop tarts sound great, to be honest.

Stiles: I have chocolate and strawberry.

Cora: Dibs on the chocolate. [and she will smirk before heading towards the shower]

Stiles: [and he will laugh and go to clean up the kitchen a bit, doing the pile of dishes so he doesn't heat up the poptarts too early. But he will have a pot of coffee brewing and will put the poptarts in when he hears the shower turn off]

Cora: [and she will return with wet hair and in her own clothes, giving a small smile at the smell of coffee] Thank you again, for agreeing to this. Are you sure it's okay?

Stiles: Yeah, it's fine. I just don't have a lot around here in the ways of entertainment.

Cora: I think we'll be able to figure something out. I have a lot of practice with being trapped inside. [she fixes her coffee and turns to face him again] Also, about last night ... we should probably talk about that?

Stiles: We should. [and he will hand her a plate with two pop tarts on it. His is already on the counter next to him]

Cora: [and she will take it gently] I was drunk. And high. And upset and ... feeling impulsive. So you really don't have to humor me or anything if that wasn't okay.

Stiles: I wasn't humoring you. I was aware of your condition, which is why I wouldn't have let it go any further than a kiss anyway.

Cora: That's good to know. [she puts the coffee down and just breaks off a piece of the pop tart] I just ... feel like people don't want to tell me no sometimes because I'm the daughter of the leader of the free world so I don't want you to feel that way.

Stiles: Well Cora, if I didn't want you to kiss me, I would have told you. Maybe before the Marines I'd be like that, but I learned a lot about honor from the people there. Plus, like I said last night, I'd been wondering about what it would be like to kiss you. Now I know. [small smirk]

Cora: You do. [and that is reassuring to hear. She pops the piece of pastry in her mouth, giving herelf a moment to think] And now you know - but is that all you want to know?

Stiles: [laughs, looking at the table] Cora, I'm a gentleman, but I'm also a guy. Of course it's not. I have way too active of an imagination.

Cora: [her head ducks a bit, with a bit of a blush] I just ... don't have a lot of experience with this.

Stiles: I don't either. Like I said, even in uniform people thought I was dorky.

Cora: Dorky isn't bad. [she looks up after a minute] But ... you also aren't the only one with an active imagination.

Stiles: [and that is going to get her an embarrassed chuckle] Well, then I guess perhaps I should ask you out on a date so we can see what happens and if we want to go there once we're comfortable with each other?

Cora: Going ... out can get a little complicated. [what with her security detail and what not] But we could stay in? maybe watch movies at my place or here or I can make dinner?

Stiles: That could be nice. Though it will probably end up ruining my anonymity with the press to give you a hiding place.

Cora: Maybe. But we have a while before it does that. And we are stuck here for the weekend.

Stiles: True. Which if you want to cook, I can pick up real food. Otherwise I usually just grab microwave stuff.

Cora: I can cook if you want me to cook. It is your kitchen.

Stiles: I don't even know if I have things to cook with to be honest.

Cora: Then maybe we can save that for another time.

Stiles: Well, how about this? I need to take my morning jog. You look in the kitchen and see if there is anything you can eat, and then just text me and I can stop at the market on my way back.

Cora: That sounds like a plan.

Stiles: Also, should I get something for Boyd and Isaac? How do they get fed?

Cora: They photosynthesize. [teasing]

Stiles: [chuckles] They may need sunshine and fresh air then.

Cora: One of them will swing off to pick up food every once in a while. Especially since they're in stake out mode, they probably loaded up with snacks.

Stiles: Alright. I just need to know if I need to get enough for two or four.

Cora: Probably for two. But I will let you know if that changes.

Stiles: Alright. Well - [going to eat the rest of his poptart] - I'm going to head out then. It usually takes me an hour to run my circuit.

Cora: Okay. I'll ... keep myself occupied.

Stiles: The wifi password is on the router.

Cora: Thank you. But I think I should stay off the internet today.

Stiles: TV too?

Cora: Do you have Netflix?

Stiles: I have my dad's login so yes, I technically have Netflix.

Cora: Then I can work with Netflix. I just don't need to be tempted by the news.

Stiles: Alright. Well, just text me what i can bring back for you. And again, I'm sorry about the mess.

Cora: It's not bad. Honestly. And I will text you.

Stiles: [and he will get up and put his dish in the sink, and then head back to his bedroom. He'll reemerge in a minute in just his jogging shorts, his phone strapped to his forearm with his earbuds wrapped around his neck, and his sneakers.] Be back in an hour. [and he will just head out]

Cora: [and she will finish her pop tarts and her coffee and go and curl up on the couch with some Bill Nye.]

Stiles: [and if she doesn't remember to text him because of the science guy, he will come back after an hour all sweaty and a bit out of breath, heading right for the kitchen for a glass of water and not at all aware of what he looks like in that moment]

Cora: [she does forget to text him, but unlike Stiles she is very aware of what he looks like and her eyes definitely track him into the kitchen, but she keeps her place on the couch]

Stiles: [and he is going to put his head under the faucet in the sink a moment and cool his head off, and then head to the living room with his glass of water] Doing okay?

Cora: [god this is unfair] Yeah. Just spending some time with Bill Nye.

Stiles: Cool. I'm gonna grab a shower and then work on some homework if you're okay with that

Cora: Yeah, that's fine. You don't have to entertain me.

Stiles: And since you didn't text me, we can figure out food later. [and he will walk n front of the tv and head towards the bedroom and bathroom]

Cora: [and there is a very deep breath as he passes that she doesn't let out until after he closes the door]

Stiles: [yeah because he will go just to the bathroom to shower, and will take a quick one, and then will make the walk from the shower to the bedroom in just a towel around his waist]

Cora: [NONE OF THIS IS FAIR. Look her inexperience isn't for lack of wanting to it was lack of having the right person to do those things with and now she has more details for her active imagination, and no really way to do anything about it. So she just tries to keep her eyes on the screen and not let her eyes wander, but she doesn't succeed at that as well]

Stiles: [and he's trying to just act natural but yeah, between smelling her fruity stuff in the shower and seeing her on the couch and remembering that kiss, he may have had to do a little handywork in the shower before he could get out. But he is going to join her on the couch on he's dressed and he will have his laptop and his backpack]

Cora: [and she just smiles as she makes room for him, tucking her legs under her] What are you working on?

Stiles: I have my math class, Intro to Criminal Justice, and pre-law terminology.

Cora: I can help with math if you need it? [the other two, not so much]

Stiles: I may take you up on that. I have to study for a test. If you want to make me some problems to solve, that would be awesome. I've already solved all the ones in the textbook.

Cora: Sure. What are you studying?

Stiles: [and he's going to show her the advanced trig that he has, because Stiles is a genius after all]

Cora: [and she will take his text book and a note book and work on making problems for him while he does other work]

Stiles: [which he will do, pulling up the online homework sheets and keeping the textbook on the arm of the couch as he looks for the answers and types them in]

Cora: [and the math will distract he for a while, but not entirely because his hands were always the most distracting thing about him and he's using them a lot with his computer right now]

Stiles: [and he will get the idea she's watching him after awhile and will look over at her] You okay?

Cora: [blinks and shakes her head] Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Stiles: You just keep looking over at my computer.

Cora: [she shakes her head] Just easily distracted. Sorry.

Stiles: I can loan you some of my Adderall if it'd help? [smiles as he focuses back on his computer screen]

Cora: [she shakes her head] No, I'll be okay. [and she renews her interest in math again. Math is good. Math is totally not sexy, right?]

Stiles: [unless she totally strips for correct answers, it's not sexy at all.] Alright. [and he wil go back to work for a bit more before he has to get up and get more water]

Cora: [and when he comes back, she will hand him the math problems] If you want to take a break for something else.

Stiles: Yes, please. Math is easier for me than this stuff. [and he will mark his place in the textbook, put the laptop on the floor, and use the textbook as a table to do the math problems]

Cora: [And she will cross her legs under her stretching up a bit to arch her back without really realizing what she's doing]

Stiles: [and he will look up at the movement and see that and um, yeah, he will stare a moment before he shakes his head and tries to refocus]

Cora: [she doesn't catch him staring but she does catch him shaking his head] Not too hard, right?

Stiles: What, this? No, I can figure it out. I just need to focus.

Cora: Right. [and she'll resettle before reaching for his law books to idly flip through one]

Stiles: [and he is going to finish one math problem and then sigh, looking down at the book] We're really going to be completely frustrated by the end of this weekend, aren't we?

Cora: [blushes a bit] Maybe.

Stiles: [rubs at his eyes and then looks at her] What do you want to do about it?

Cora: [she looks back, raking her teeth over her bottom lip as she shrugs] I don't know.

Stiles: Would you be opposed to me kissing you again?

Cora: [she shakes her head] Not even a little.

Stiles: [and he is going to put his books to the side and slide across the couch to cup her cheek with his hand and kiss her]

Cora: [closes her eyes and kisses him back, one hand moving to his shoulder to pull him closer, just sinking into his hold]

Stiles: [and he will shift closer, his other hand going to her hip to pull himself closer as he deepens the kiss]

Cora: [and with that nudge she'll push herself onto her knees a bit, giving them a little more leverage to pull a bit closer]

Stiles: [and if she's on her knees, he may as well just nudge her into his lap]

Cora: [which she will take, shifting a bit so that she's straddling his lap]

Stiles: [and when she settles, she'll feel something hardening and he will groan as he feel her pressing down on it]

Cora: [and she'll gasp a bit as she feels it, because while she's academically aware of how things work, she's never actually felt it in reaction to her, and she shivers a bit as she tentatively presses down more to meet his hips]

Stiles: [and he will gasp, and then groan] Oh shit, Cora...

Cora: [and she'll lean in to kiss him deeper, just following the sensations and her instincts, quietly going after what she wants as best she can]

Stiles: [and since she's pretty much giving him a lap dance at this point he's going to let his hands slide up and start to cup and massage her breasts over her shirt, wanting to feel her]

Cora: [and there's another gasp at a new sensation, though this one she's passingly more familiar with. She was felt up a bit in high school but it never really went further than that, and it didn't feel like this - it was mostly haphazard grabbing of teenage boys who didn't know how boobs worked. Stiles' hands are good, and she can't help but arch into the touch]

Stiles: [and when she arches back, he will pull his head back a bit.] Can I take your shirt off, Cora?

Cora: [she looks at him for a moment, face flushed, before nodding, pulling her hands back and reaching for the bottom of her shirt to pull it over her head]

Stiles: [and when it's off, he will rake his teeth over his bottom lip as he reaches out to touch her sides gently] You are so beautiful. You know that right?

Cora: [and her cheeks flush a bit, leaning into his hands. She instinctively wants to lean in to kiss him again, cover herself a bit but how is she going to do this if she can't let him look at her] It's still nice to hear.

Stiles: Well, you are. It was the first thing I noticed. [and his hands will go back to her breasts as he leans forward to kiss along her shoulder]

Cora: [she closes her eyes and tips her head back a bit] First thing I noticed was your hands. [and she's still blushing as she mentions this, but she's starting to lose track of whether it's her being embarrassed or us the heat of her skin]

Stiles: You mean my veiny kitten paws? [chuckles]

Cora: [she shakes her head as she pulls back just enough to catch one of his hands in hers.] Broad palms, long fingers. They're good hands. [and then one hand moves forward to tug on his shirt because maybe him being shirtless too will make her feel a little less self-conscious]

Stiles: [and he will smile a bit at that, and then pull his shift off. He's got that bit of tuff of dark hair on his chest and near his belly button, still maintaining his Marine figure even if there is a bit of a softness to that six pack from the freshman fifteen trying to make it's way onto his hips.]

Cora: [she takes her time looking, and her hand eventually wanders up to brush against his skin, just letting her fingers trace over the lines of muscle there]

Stiles: [and there will be a hitch in his breath, and he will look up at her] It's been a long time since someone's touched me like you are.

Cora: [she looks up to meet his eyes because a long time isn't never] But you have, before?

Stiles: Just once, when I was seventeen. My friend Heather didn't want to be a 17-year-old virgin, and she trusted me to be good to her and not judge her. We'd been friends since I was three. It was a onetime thing and we never really talked about it or repeated it again.

Cora: [she nods a bit slowly, considering for a moment whether she should tell him, before the words come out as almost a whisper] I haven't. [it doesn't feel fair not to tell him what he's getting into]

Stiles: That's okay. And Cora, if you don't want to, I'm not going to be upset. I don't want to force you into something. [he will be frustrated and need a very cold shower, but he won't judge her]

Cora: [she shakes her head the second he says that] No, I definitely want to. [almost impatiently so] I just ... thought you should know.

Stiles: [nods] It's only my second time, so it's not like I'm a pro. But I'm honored. That you chose me.

Cora: [she gives a small shrug as she leans in to kiss him again] It was an easy choice.

Stiles: [and he will cup her cheek and kiss her back, his other hand sliding to her hip to pull her back closer to him and against him as they kiss]

Cora: [and she will kiss him back deeply, wrapping her arms around his neck as she settles in and presses her breasts against his chest]

Stiles: [and they can just go back to making out like that for a bit before his hands are going to slide up her back and go to fiddle with her bra strap]

Cora: [and she will not stop him, exactly, but she will pull back with a very important question] Do you have a condom?

Stiles: Yeah [chuckles] My friend Scott threw them in my bag when I was packing to come out here. It's still sealed.

Cora: Okay. [and she'll lean back in to kiss him again her fingers coming up to unhook her bra and slip it out from between them]

Stiles: [and yup, those are breasts. And he's going to go back to massaging them, his thumb paying with her nipples as they kiss]

Cora: [which will get a lot of happy sounds from her, as she leans into his touch, her hips pushing down against his in response]

Stiles: [and once he gets to the point where being in his pants is uncomfortable] Do you maybe want to go to the bedroom? We have more room there.

Cora: [she pulls back to look at him before nodding and starting to slide off his lap] Yeah. Sure.

Stiles: [and he will get up and that is a very obvious erection straining against his shorts. You did that, Cora]

Cora: [yep and she will definitely be blushing, but it's not like she isn't feeling something too. She'll just glance away and let him lead the way]

Stiles: [and he will take her hand so not to lose that connection, and then gather their clothing and lead her back to the bedroom]

Cora: [and she will make her way past him once they're there, going to sit down on the edge of the bed and shift to pull down her pants and leave them on the floor]

Stiles: [and he will stop, just taking her in again and just smile because damn, she was perfect]

Cora: [and then she notices and her head ducks a bit] What?

Stiles: [and he is going to go over and kneel in front of her, smiling up at her] Just thinking about how the hell I'm lucky enough to have someone like you want to be with me.

Cora: [she gives a small shrug] You were kind to me. [her hand reaches out to brush against his cheek] You treated me like a person, not the President's Daughter. That was good enough for me.

Stiles: When I look at you, all I see is Cora. I don't see anything else, nor do I want to. [and he will lean up to kiss her as his hands settle on her knees]

Cora: [and she kisses him back, leaving it at that as she slowly inches back further onto the bed and leaning back so he can move over her]

Stiles: [which he will do, and his lips will leave her lips at that point and go to engulf one of her nipples]

Cora: [and she will arch up a bit at the sensation, her fingers running through his hair a bit before sliding down to his shoulders]

Stiles: [and as he uses his tongue to play with her nipples, his fingers are going to work on getting rid of the rest of her clothing]

Cora: [it isn't much, all that's left is her panties and once those are gone, he can probably feel her pulse pick up just slightly, excitement and nerves rolling into one]

Stiles: [Well, he is right there by her heart, so he can feel it and it makes him smirk before he starts to slide down, kissing his way down her stomach]

Cora: [she closes her eyes, trying to keep her breathing calm but the anticipation is keying her up. she's been curious and wanting this in general for so long, but she trusts Stiles and just lets him take the lead]

Stiles: [and he knows she's probably going to find this weird. He's also done this like, once before, but the guys talk about doing it in the barracks so he knows what to do. So he is going to guide her legs onto his shoulders as he settles his face between her legs and he's going to kiss her little mound, his eyes looking up at her]

Cora: [it is a little strange, but she's explored and been told enough that she knows what he's doing. so when he looks at her, she just nods and tries to relax under him, letting her legs settle next to him]

Stiles: [and it's going to be a learning experience for them both, but he knows the one place to play with his tongue, which will go to nudge her little hard nub]

Cora: [which gets a soft moan from her, because that feels better than she expected one hand moving to brush against her stomach idly]

Stiles: [and he will take it slow, letting his tongue alternate between her nub and the sensitive lower lips]

Cora: [and she will enjoy it, her hips starting to roll with the sensations, but eventually she'll feel herself start to plateau and while she hesitates at first she finds the words.] More ... I need ... [she drops off a bit, embarrassed, but they're both new at this. they should be able to tell each other what they like] I need more.

Stiles: [and when she's asking for it, that's when the fingers will come into play, his middle finger pressing up into her]

Cora: [yep, that's it. there's a nice breathy noises that comes with that, her hips pushing up into his finger, wanting more of the pleasurable intrusion]

Stiles: [and he's going to do just that, and she will feel his finger bending a bit when it's in her. More barracks talk about the whole g-spot thing and what he's supposed to be looking for with his fingertip to really make her scream]

Cora: [and it takes a bit but eventually she shifts just the right way and there's a surprised noise, before she tips over the edge, her body throbbing around his finger]

Stiles: [and wow, he's never done that before and it's wet and messy but damn he made her have an orgasm without even having sex yet! Cool]

Cora: [yep, and she takes a minute to catch her breath, and there's a bit of a giggle as she reaches down to pull him up] Not bad.

Stiles: [and he will go up to her, wiping his hand on his sheets before leaning against her side] And that was just the foreplay.

Cora: [she nods a bit before her teeth rake over her bottom lip] Do you want more foreplay, or ... ?

Stiles: [laughs] That’s up to you. I mean, I'm pretty ready but if you want to explore a bit and take a breather, I'm not going to complain.

Cora: [she considers for a moment, before pushing up and rolling him onto his back with a bit of a grin] I think I want to explore.

Stiles: [laughs as he's pushed back] Alright, but be gentle.

Cora: You don't think I would be? [she perches on his legs, reaching up to tug down his sweats and underwear so that she can see him as much as he can see her]

Stiles: [and he will lift his hips to help her] You might forget your own strength.

Cora: [and those clothes go to the floor and she just looks at him, her eyes just taking it in and noting as much as she can before her hands come up and trail over his chest a bit] I'm not that strong.

Stiles: [and he will go to settle a bit, watching her hand] You don't have to be. Plus you have fingernails.

Cora: [and at that suggestion, her fingers will curl a bit against his abs and drag - not hard, but just enough for him to feel it] So you don't like that?

Stiles: [and his stomach will ripple and he will groan at that]

Cora: [she grins] I'm guessing that's good then.

Stiles: Surprisingly so.

Cora: Good to know. [and she'll let up again, letting her hands keep trailing lower until they reach his hips. she then glances down, and curls her fingers gently around him and brushes her thumb against him as she does]

Stiles: [and that will get a deeper kind of groan as closes his eyes and just leans back into the pillow]

Cora: [and she'll just play with it for a bit, stroking him gently as she gets a feel for it, dipping her head to brush gentle kisses against his stomach]

Cora: [and she keeps moving downwards until her mouth tentatively slips over him, trying to find the best way to do this without getting her teeth involved]

Stiles: Oh fuck. [and his hand will slap down onto the bed, gripping the sheets and it takes all his self-control not to thrust into her mouth]

Cora: [yes please don't do that, but she's always wanted to try this so she'll try to do this as easily as possible, using her hand to help ease him along]

Stiles: [and he is going to have his other hand eventually go to push her hair out of her face so that he could watch her and then caress her cheek because holy fuck she's good at that]

Cora: [beginner's luck? either way she's just going by what she's heard and she'll keep going until he stops her or he ... finishes]

Stiles: [yeah, it's going to just come out of nowhere and he may be able to call out her name before his own orgasm comes]

Cora: [and that will catch her by surprise, but swallowing's a reflex and she does that as she pills back her hand coming in front of her mouth]

Stiles: Sorry. I thought I could warn you more.

Cora: [she shakes her head] It's okay. At least I didn't choke.

Stiles: You need to get something to drink.

Cora: [she swallows again and nods] Yeah, water would be good.

Stiles: [and he will get up and go to the bathroom to get her a cup of water]

Cora: [and when he comes back, she'll take it from him with a small smile] Was it good though?

Stiles: Yeah, that pretty fucken good.

Cora: [and the smile widens] Good.

Stiles: So, you still want to... you know, try some more? [sits back on the bed, smiling at her]

Cora: [she glances up and nods a bit] Yeah. I definitely do.

Stiles: Okay, then we're going to need one of these [and he will grab a condom from under his mattress]

Cora: [she nods in agreement as she goes to pull him in for a kiss again, but hesitates before she does] Is this ... ?

Stiles: Is this what?

Cora: Okay? I mean, maybe I should brush my teeth or something?

Stiles: No, it's totally fine. I've had worse things in my mouth before.

Cora: [teasing as she inches closer] Should I ask you to brush your teeth?

Stiles: You've already kissed me a dozen times since you got here. You're way too late. [but he will lean in to meet her and kiss her]

Cora: [grins as she kisses him back, one hand coming up to rest against his neck as she pulls him closer]

Stiles: [and he is going to pull her into his lap, kissing her hard and deep, one hand going to massage her breast as he starts to get himself back in gear]

Cora: [and she moans softly as he touches her, her hips pressing against his with a bit of a steady rhythm]

Stiles: [and it won't take him long to get hard again with her doing that, and he will shift them, rolling so that Cora was laying on the bed again and he leaning over her] You ready?

Cora: [she nods, shifting a bit to get comfortable beneath him] Yeah.

Stiles: [and he's going to slip the condom on, guiding her legs around his hips a bit] Now if it hurts, tell me and I'll stop until your body adjusts, ok?

Cora: [she nods but] I've ... explored. On my own. So I should be okay.

Stiles: You'll have to tell me about that one day. [and he is going to smile, teasing her as he guide himself to her entrance, and then shift to gently start to press himself in]

Cora: It's not that good a story. Rebekah got me a ... [and there's a soft gasp as he starts to press into her, shifting her hips a bit so that there's a better slide and he can press in more easily]

Stiles: [and he's going to lean down, kissing along her neck as he pulls out a hair to then thrust in a bit more] Trust me, the real thing is a lot better.

Cora: [her eyes close as she tries to catch her breath, her hips trying to meet his thrusts] I believe it.

Stiles: [and it won't take too long until he is fully settled inside of her, hips against hips and damn she's tight. He's glad he's already shot off once because he'd be a goner at this point. But he's going to shift, his hips sliding up to be able to wrap one arm around her shoulders to keep her close as he kisses her more, and then he will start to slowly thrust in and out]

Cora: [and she will moan into the kiss, her hands moving to his sides to steady herself and just trying to follow his movements as best she can, riding the sensations and enjoying the feeling of him moving inside her]

Stiles: [and the angle will have his shaft rubbing along her nub with each slide, and once they get into a rhythm, he will start to pick up pace]

Cora: [and as he picks up speed the sounds he's drawing from her will become louder, her head falling back and breaking the kiss as she feels herself start to climb closer and closer to the edge]

Stiles: [and he's breaking out in sweat, his hands going to her hips to guide her against him as he gets close as well] Oh god yeah, fuck Cora, fuck...

Cora: [it has always seemed awkward to her out of context, but in it, Stiles' voice in her ear, and it's enough to push her up over the edge of the plateau, gripping him tightly until she relaxes with a sigh beneath him]

Stiles: [and when she grips him, that tightness steals away his words and he just groans as the feeling washes over him and his thrusts get hard and deep, trying to get as far into her as he can before he just is exhausted and leaning over her, panting and sweaty, completely sated]

Cora: [she pants a bit herself until she manages to catch her breath and she turns to glance at him with a small smile] Hi.

Stiles: [and he will smile at her] Hey.

Cora: [the smile comes easier as it widens, almost as though she's let a decade worth of tension go in the time that they've been playing. She doesn't really know what to say, and she eventually manages:] I'm glad it was you.

Stiles: [and he will reach over to cup her cheek] me too. Thank you. [and he will kiss her deeply again]

Cora: [and she will kiss him back lazily, and we can fade them into a fun weekend of exploring and getting to know each other more?]

Stiles: [pretty much, so much exploring. So much fast food and empty condom wrappers]

Cora: [good times]