canon au } { post-3b, of pizza dinners and accidental flashing

[impetere]

Cora: [and as per usual, Cora is slipping in Stiles's window because he should pretty much know to leave it open at this point. She also hasn't called to say she's coming. She likes surprising him. It usually makes for a good welcome]

Stiles: [is actually not in his bedroom at the moment. He's in the room next door decorating it for her. Making sure she has towels and bedding and places to per her things. he also fixed the bathroom to give her space for her stuff too]

Cora: [she frowns for a moment at the empty bedroom, before she hears the sound of him moving around in the other room and follows it. She leans in the doorway, just watching him for a moment, before making her way closer and sliding her arms around his waist from behind] Hi.

Stiles: [he starts a moment, then turned his head and smiled] Hey, you're back! I was trying to surprise you. Um... surprise?

Cora: [she smiles a bit before looking around] This is for me?

Stiles: Yup! I mean, I'm all up for you staying in my room but I wanted you to have something of your own too in case you wanted to get away if Scott's over or anything. Plus you got drawers! [see, there's a whole set of them for you!] And a closet. Oh, and come check it out. [grabs hand and takes her to the bathroom and makes a ta-dah motion at the sink] I cleaned and you have room to put anything girly that you need to in arm's reach.

Cora: [she follows him, taking it all in as she does and it's ... good. It's hers. She's never really felt like she's had that before. She gives his hand a bit of a squeeze as she nods] Perfect. Thank you. [there's a "but" coming but they can wait to talk about that. she just wants to take it all in first]

Stiles: [grins] You hungry? Dad's working the night shift and I told him I'd bring him something for dinner. You can help me pick out dinner. I was thinking pizza.

Cora: I am starving. [because werewolf metabolism means she's almost nearly as huge of a bottomless pit as her boyfriend] Pizza sounds perfect.

Stiles: Cool. Let me just go grab socks. [he goes to leave, then stops and turns back. And he grabs her cheeks and kisses her] I'm glad you're back, by the way.

Cora: [closes her eyes into the kiss, and she smiles a bit as he pulls back] I'm glad I'm back too.

Stiles: [bright grin, then he leaves to go find socks and shoes and where the hell are his car keys?]

Cora: [wanders into the living room to wait for him, flopping back against the couch. She winces a bit when something pokes her in the back, and she reaches behind her to pull out the key ring in question] I've got your keys.

Stiles: [and he's at the stairs] Oh that's where they are. Great. [runs down] Let's go!

Cora: [nods as she gets up and hands off his keys to him] Can we skip the weird toppings this time?

Stiles: What weird toppings?

Cora: Any of them? Can we just stick with like ... pepperoni? [she's a purist when it comes to her pizza]

Stiles: No pineapple?

Cora: There's acid in that. It could melt your tongue one day if you eat enough. [... there is nowhere near enough on a pizza to melt your tongue but that's her story and she's sticking to it]

Stiles: It's citrus! And it balances out the salt in the meat that will give non wolfy genetic people heart attacks.

Cora: It's weird. It doesn't belong on a pizza. [yep. nope. you will never be able to convince her it does.]

Stiles: We will forever be doomed to have split pizzas. But we can get two and Dad can just pick and choose what he wants.

Cora: [nods] Sounds good.

Stiles: [and off they go to the pizza shop and put in their order] So... how did things go with Derek?

Cora: Really good, actually. I think he ... I think he's trying.

Stiles: Trying is good. Trying is fabulous!

Cora: Yeah. I mean, he's not okay, as much as he likes to say he is, but he wants Beacon Hills to be home, which is ... more than what he was doing before.

Stiles: That's a good thing. Beacon Hills is my home, and your home, so being his home means we're all here.

Cora: [she nods] I'm going to try and be around the loft more, though. He wants it to be a home for me, so I'm going to try and meet him halfway. [which means less nights at Stiles's but that might all be a moot point once Kate shows up again]

Stiles: [thinks] He's not back on the whole “stay away from my baby sister” mindset, right? Like I can come over too and not get growled at?

Cora: [laughs before nodding] No. I think he's hopefully permanently out of that phase. [there's a beat] Though ... he does know that we've ...

Stiles: [chokes on air, then hiss whispers] You told him?!

Cora: I didn't! [not directly anyway] Maria and Tara were there and they were running their mouths and they forget that werewolves can hear everything.

Stiles: He's not going to growl at me, he's going to rip my throat out. With his teeth!

Cora: I think if he was going to do that he would have done it already.

Stiles: Okay. So we just won't... in your room. Or mine. Um... hell.

Cora: [her hand finds his. She thinks he needs it] It'll be okay.

Stiles: If this turns into a Romeo and Juliet type thing…

Cora: [a bit of a look] Don't be dramatic.

Stiles: Okay, okay, sorry, that was a bit over the top. We'd be more like midsummer night's dream anyway.

Cora: [brow furrows] You mean the one where people get love potioned into loving the wrong people?

Stiles: The part before that where the guy was clueless that the girl liked him and then shit happened and they got together and stuff.

Cora: [she considers that for a moment, because the shit that happened was him getting love potioned into loving her, but the bare bones of it still work. she guesses] Sounds right.

Stiles: [sees that doubt and pulls her closer] But I didn't need to be drugged to love you.

Cora: [smiles a bit as she leans into him] I'd hope not.

Stiles: And as long as you never go into service of Oberon, King of the Fairies, we're good. [smirk]

Cora: [she laughs] I think I'll pass. From what I remember, he's kind of an ass.

Stiles: Yeah, he kinda was. Probably worse than Peter even.

Cora: Peter at least is getting better. I don't think there's any hope for Oberon.

Stiles: No, no hope at all. [and he may lean in for another kiss, but oh hey, pizza up!]

Cora: [cockblocked by food, story of Stiles's life. Cora turns to take the pizzas from the guy with a smile, before turning back to Stiles] So head to your dad?

Stiles: Yup. Feed Dad, and see how late he's working.

Cora: Okay. Let's go.

Sheriff: [And they get to the sheriff's office and manage to get him while he's in his office, looking grateful for dinner] Cora, nice to see you back.

Cora: [gives a bit of a smile] Thanks. Good to be back. [because she probably hasn't really seen him since she fell through the hell portal]

Sheriff: [no, she hasn't, but he knew she was back with how stiles had been in a better mood] Maybe now you can help me figure out what to do with this one for the summer.

Stiles: Hey, sitting right here.

Cora: I'll do my best to keep him from getting into too much trouble. Promise.

Sheriff: Well, that would be a miracle.

Stiles: Still sitting right here.

Cora: [he's right. that's probably expecting too much] I'll keep him out of major trouble?

Sheriff: That sounds more reasonable.

Stiles: [Just scoffs and reaches for a slice of Hawaiian. You can kiss his pineapple lips later in revenge]

Cora: [smirks a bit as she picks up her pepperoni and settles into one of the chairs] Did I miss anything interesting?

Sheriff: No, it's been pretty quiet. Just trying to get the federal fingertips out of the cookie jar, so to speak.

Stiles: Scott's dad isn't leaving anytime soon.

Cora: [she has yet to determine if that's a good or bad thing] Is he still trying to impeach you?

Sheriff: He and I have a very complicated history.

Stiles: He's a jerk. It's not that complicated.

Sheriff: [patience, Stilinski] but I have a feeling that the longer he sticks around here, the more he's going to understand what it means to work in this town.

Cora: I guess then it's only a matter of time before he finds out about ... everything else.

Sheriff: I really feel bad for Melissa at this point, but the ball is in her and Scott's court.

Cora: [nods a bit] And telling your parent isn't exactly easy. [as Stiles's attempt at telling the Sheriff proved, even if Cora sort of derailed it by collapsing in the middle]

Sheriff: Hopefully it'll be easier than how Melissa found out.

Cora: How ... did she find out? I wasn't here for that.

Stiles: You heard about Jackson being an evil lizard?

Cora: [there's a beat and she nods]

Stiles: Okay, well what happened was that at one point we were trying to convince my dad that this guy, Matt, was the other killer and he showed up with Jackson and a gun. Locked dad and Scott's mom in the jail cells, and then shot Scott in front of her in the stomach.

Cora: .... Wow that kid was a special kind of crazy.

Stiles: Well, he ended up shifting in front of his mom trying to protect her from Jackson. It was... awkward for a while after that.

Cora: [nods slowly] Yeah, that's ... I can't really say I blame her.

Stiles: So as long as you know, it doesn't happen like that to his dad, they're off on a better foot.

Sheriff: Just as long as you two don't try the chessboard analogy.

Cora: For the record, I'm not sure my method would have been better.

Sheriff: The thing you were going to show me before you passed out?

Cora: [nods] I would have gone the direct route.

Stiles: She would have transformed in front of you.

Sheriff: Oh. [picks a pepperoni off his pizza as he thinks] Yeah, I probably would have shot you.

Cora: I would have prefaced it with "werewolves are real" first.

Sheriff: [ he points between the two of them] You two need to discuss plans with other people before you actually go through with them.

Stiles: It was a good plan! I even color coded the flags.

Cora: It was a little much.

Stiles: Traitor. [at Cora, pouting]

Sheriff: [smiles to himself]

Cora: Hey, he didn't like my idea either.

Stiles: But we're supposed to be a team. Was I calling your plan a bad one? No!

Sheriff: [laughs] Kids, eat. Pizza is getting cold.

Cora: [laughs a bit as she takes another bite of her pizza] I can't help it. I'm direct. It's genetic.

Sheriff: Yeah, I noticed that from your brother. He doing better now that you're back?

Cora: [takes a breath before nodding] I think so. A little bit anyway. [he still has a ways to go before he's fine, but he at least thinks he's fine.]

Sheriff: Good. [saves him from finding ways to keep Derek Hale out of jail]

Cora: [she appreciates that, sheriff, if she knew what was actually happening. all the same she nods] I think so.

Stiles: [and wow, is the Hawaiian pizza done already? Stiles may be trying to take a slice of pepperoni from under his wolf girlfriend's nose]

Cora: [she'll let him take it, so long as he doesn't take all of it. the narration said she was almost as much of a bottomless pit as her boyfriend - there's still a bit of wiggle room]

Stiles: [metabolism - it's a bitch. And yum, pepperoni.]

Sheriff: [and at that point, there's noise on the radio] Looks like I'm done.

Cora: [picks her head up at the radio, trying to pick out what kind of call it is] Do you want us to leave you the rest?

Sheriff: Nah, I can swing by the diner on my way back. Parrish is probably working desk and wouldn't complain taking scraps I bet.

Cora: [nods before scooping up the box] I'll take it over. [and give Stiles some time with his dad]

Stiles: [walks his dad to the front, talking about curfew and locking the door and behaving and NOT FOLLOWING HIM and BEHAVE]

Cora: [smirks a bit, before offering up the pizza to the deputy and giving a bit of a wave as she meets Stiles at the door]

Stiles: [waves his dad off] So that means we are going to have at least three hours before he gets home. [looks at her and grins]

Cora: [she grins a bit herself] Three hours is a long time.

Stiles: And that's just normal. If it gets complicated, he could be gone longer.

Cora: Whatever will we do with ourselves? [teasing, she has a feeling he probably has a few ideas.]

Stiles: Monopoly. [trying to look serious]

Cora: [mmhmm. She can totally play along with that] I happen to be really good at Monopoly.

Stiles: Me too. Dibs on banker.

Cora: Deal.

Stiles: Should we pick up anything on the way back?

Cora: [she pauses, before shaking her head] I think we have everything there. Unless there's something you want.

Stiles: Nah, I'm good.

Cora: Then let's go.

Stiles: [and into the jeep and off they go!]

Cora: [off back to Stiles's house where Cora sincerely doubts they're going to actually play Monopoly.]

Stiles: [totally not. unless she wants to because then they can totally play Monopoly]

Cora: [nope, she's pretty sure she's good with his actual plan for the evening because it probably involves kissing of some kind]

Stiles: [yup. involves that and other things that he is so aiming a shirt at the security camera in his room]

Cora: [oh my. that does sound like a fun evening]

Stiles: [and it will be until you know, Scott is coming to visit his BFF and opens the window and sees what's going on and FALLS OUT THE WINDOW]

Cora: [.... goddamnit Scott. Though Cora will probably be turning beet red at the sound of him hitting the ground and be scrambling to get covered somehow] ... You okay, Scott?

Scott: [from the bushes] I'm fine.

Stiles: [is glad his pants are still on] Dude, there's this thing called a phone.

Scott: When have we ever called first?

Stiles: Um... okay, you get that. From now on, mutual calling.

Cora: [will just be over here, sitting up against the wall with a pillow covering her chest She glances over the floor to where they had been tossing clothing before gesturing for Stiles to hand her her shirt]

Stiles: Hey, stay down there a second buddy?

Scott: Sure.

Stiles: [gets Cora her shirt, kissing her] I'm so sorry.

Cora: [she shakes her head as she pulls her shirt back on. She's not really sure where her bra went but at least she feels more covered. And she's still going to keep that pillow against her chest for right now] It's okay.

Stiles: Safe to come up now. [oh crap, zips up his pants]

Scott: [pops his head in slowly, red with embarressment.] I'm really sorry. I didn't think you two were... here.

Cora: [yeah, Cora is just as red, because it's not every day that your boyfriend's best friend accidentally sees your boobs.] It's okay, Scott. Really.

Stiles: No, what else would I be doing in my room with my girlfriend while my dad is at work?

Scott: I didn't know Cora had gotten back yet. [and he swings into the room] I just needed somewhere to hide.

Stiles: So you come to my place, where no one will expect you to be?

Scott: My dad and mom are arguing again.

Cora: [she glances down at her hands for a minute before, glancing to the door] Maybe I should ... go downstairs for a bit. [Scott seems like he needed someone to talk to and Stiles is his best friend]

Scott: Nah, it's okay. I just needed to get somewhere else.

Stiles: We used to do this all the time. [goes to sit on the floor] Usually ended up playing cards until it was his bedtime.

Cora: [nods a bit, still feeling slightly like a third wheel in all of this, but if they want her to stay she'll stay]

Scott: So... um. What's going on?

Stiles: Not much. Had dinner with dad, came back here and opted that Monopoly wasn't the best use of our time.

Cora: [she nods a bit. though part of her was starting to wish it was] Should have thought that through a little better.

Stiles: [wiggles closer, taking her hand and playing with her fingers] Well, I can go get the board now?

Cora: [her fingers slip between his and she glances over at Scott] If you want to?

Scott: I'll go get the board. [and he's leaving the room to go find it]

Cora: [sighs a bit as she brushes his thumb against the back of Stiles's hand] Sorry if I'm being ... [weird]

Stiles: You're not acting any weirder than someone seeing your chest that shouldn't have. Kinda jealous myself.

Cora: [there's a bit of a grateful look at that] You do know you're the only person I want seeing it right?

Stiles: You better. [grin]

Cora: [grins back at him, before leaning back against the wall, her hand still sitting in his]

Scott: [comes in, looking at them] I mean, if you want I could go to Kira's?

Stiles: You could?

Cora: [she looks up at Scott because she really does feel caught in the middle] I don't want you to feel like we're kicking you out.

Scott: [laughs and shakes his head] No, I get it. I was the same way with Allison. [puts the game on the desk] I'll talk to you both later?

Stiles: Thanks, man. And call first. Tomorrow.

Cora: [nods a bit] I'll see you, Scott.

Scott: Later guys. [and he's back out the window.]

Stiles: [watches, then closes, LOCKS and pulls the blinds.] There, your breasts are safe from everyone.

Cora: [smiles at him before nodding] I appreciate your defense of them.

Stiles: Well, they are amazing and need to be defended at all costs.

Cora: [she nods as she reaches for his hand, pulling him back towards her] You do an excellent job.

Stiles: [crawls back on the bed] I'm glad to see someone appreciates my attempts at protection.

Cora: I do. [she leans in to kiss him, moving the pillow to the side so that she can lean back against it] I appreciate them a lot.

Stiles: [and he's leaning over her, kissing her again] So we were at this point, right? [his hand sliding up her stomach under that shirt]

Cora: [she nods a bit, then sits up a bit] Actually - [she reaches down and pulls her shirt up over her head] - I think we were here.

Stiles: Oh yeah, now I remember. [and he's kissing her as his hand is fondling her]

Cora: [sighs as she leans back into the pillow again, deepening the kiss as she moans at the feeling of his hands on her]

Stiles: [his hands are fumbling a bit on her breasts - he's still new at this - but he decides to go and try to figure out this whole sucking on breasts things he saw in the "instructional video" online. So he lowers his heads away from her lips and kisses along the top of her breast]

Cora: [she closes her eyes, tipping her head back to give him better access, enjoying the feeling of his lips moving over her skin]

Stiles: [continues to kiss, hesitant that he's doing it right but he's going to keep going anyway until he gets down to her nipple, and he just kisses the area first before looking up at Cora]

Cora: [she looks back at him before nodding, one hand moving to run her fingers through his hair]

Stiles: [he nodded and then went back at it, a bit firmer and more confidant now, kissing it again before he let his hand hold her breast so he could wrap his lips around it and suck]

Cora: [her breath catches at the tug of his lips, her fingers tightening in his hair. Her back arches slightly, as though she's trying to push forward towards his lips]

Stiles: [good. Good he was doing this right. Okay, he was just going to do this for a while until his tongue accidently flicked her nipple]

Cora: [there's a surprised noise at that, but a good one, her hips shifting to get a bit of friction between them]

Stiles: [noise? that was a good noise. He flicked it again, shifting to lay a bit easier between her legs as his hand started to caress her other breast]

Cora: [more good noises from her, her hand moving to his shoulder, letting her fingers curl against his skin. her breathing was starting to quicken, softly panting under him]

Stiles: [and that would be when he switched breasts. He goes right for the nipple this time though, knowing it was what she liked]

Cora: [and he's rewarded with more of the same noises, her hips rocking up into his to try and give a bit of extra sensation for him too]

Stiles: [oh, he was getting that sensation and finally he couldn't stand it any longer and pulled back to look at her] You ready?

Cora: [she nods a bit, her hands wandering back to the fly of his jeans to get his pants off his hips]

Stiles: [she's helping him, getting them off and then leaning over the side of the bed to grab the box of condoms that he wedged under his mattress so his dad wouldn't find them]

Cora: [pulls back a bit to get her own pants off her hips, along with her underwear, and she shifts a bit to settle her legs for him to come back when he's done]

Stiles: [and he's getting the condom on and then coming over to her.] You want to try being on top this time?

Cora: [she considers for a moment, before nodding] Okay. [she starts to shift to the side, so that he can lie down and she can move over him]

Stiles: [does so, using his pillows to keep his shoulders up a bit] Okay, so you totally control this so... have at me.

Cora: [she smirks a bit as she straddles his hips, trying not to let her weight settle on him too much. She shifts a bit to get comfortable, before glancing back to him] Are you good?

Stiles: Why wouldn't I be good? Hot naked girl straddling me? I'm good. Totally good.

Cora: [she laughs before moving backwards so that her hips are hovering over his] Just ... let me know if it's not good, okay?

Stiles: I promise to let you know if somehow the sex isn't good.

Cora: [she gives him a look that says "you know what I mean" before she pushes up onto her needs and reaches below her to find him. Her hand wraps around him gently, lining him up and starting to slide down onto him slowly. There's a soft moan at the angle, as it's different and new, but for the most part she doesn't say anything until her hips are flush against his]

Stiles: [wow, this was a good angle. Stiles loved this angle. His hips moved up as she came down to press against her hips as he gasped, fingers gripping the bed]

Cora: [she sucks in a breath as his hips meet hers, pausing for a moment as she gets used to it. She rocks her hips experimentally after a moment, trying to get a feel for how she's supposed to move. It doesn't suck so she tries it again, this time getting a little more friction as she comes down again]

Stiles: [he moans, fingers gripping the bed with each of her rock backs. His head falls back, trying not to just lose it right away]

Cora: [as she starts to get used to it, she starts to move a little faster, moaning softly as she feels the drag of him sliding in and out of her. After a moment, she reaches over, taking his hand and moving it to her hip, needing him to touch her, even if it's only a little]

Stiles: [he can do that. He can totally do that. In fact he can sit up a bit more, shifting his legs so that his feet can get flat on the bed and his hands can slide up her body before caressing her breasts, squeezing them in time to her thrusts]

Cora: [she moans softly at the attention, before shifting slightly to lean back at the legs behind her, shifting the angle again leaving her hips to stutter slightly as she tried to rhythm even]

Stiles: [her leaning back made her not get down as far and he wasn't liking that, so he starting to thrust with her to get that bit more into her from that angle]

Cora: [she gasps when she feels his hips move with her, trying to shift her position a bit so that she can better meet him. She can feel some kind of tension building in her stomach and she tries to push through it, wanting to match his thrusts as best she can]

Stiles: [that's better, and he really just wants to keep this, needing it to go faster. Harder. And he whimpers and lets his hands slide down her body to her hips to try and guide her to speed up]

Cora: [she can do that. She follows his lead and starts to pick up her speed a little more, letting out a soft whine of her own as she starts to feel the tension building even more as she goes]

Stiles: [a few more thrusts and he gives a strangled noise between a moan and a gasp, his head falling forward against her chest as he fell over his edge, his orgasm flashing through him]

Cora: [there's a slight frustrated noise at that because it's not quite enough to push her over the edge, and she feels like she's just teetering on the brink. Her arms slide around her shoulders, staying close, but she can't help that slight rock of her hips, still searching for that tipping point]

Stiles: [he keeps thrusting until he's spent, not knowing she didn't join him and he looks up at her]

Cora: [she looks back at him, not really sure how to say it and instead takes his hand and guides it between them, hoping that he'll get the message]

Stiles: [oh crap. He nodded, sliding his hand between her legs and he looked for her nub to rub at. He was already softening and sliding out so he shifted to get out and used his other hand to push two fingers into her so she could still have something thrusting into her]

Cora: [she moans softly, leaning in to kiss him as she rocks against the pressure of his fingers. It's not long before she feels the tension knotting at the pit of her stomach before it releases completely, her body clamping down on his fingers as she falls over the edge]

Stiles: [he kissed her, letting her get to the end and fall over, and smiled at her] Better?

Cora: [she sighs softly as she nods] Mmm-hmmm.

Stiles: [ he slowly pulls his hand back, and is about to wipe it on the bed but stops, then bites his lip a moment before he brought it to his hand to sniff it]

Cora: [her brow furrows a bit as she watches him, like what are you doing. There's a part of her where her stomach twists, almost nervous because, well, the obvious.]

Stiles: [he notices her] I was going to work up to trying to, um, go down there next time. You know.

Cora: [her eyebrows rise a bit, more curious than anything else] You want to?

Stiles: Well, yeah. It's supposed to be really good for you too, so why wouldn't I. [and don't mind him as he finally licks his finger] Huh, that's what you taste like. And wow, that sounded cannibalistic.

Cora: [she laughs a bit, shifting out of his lap so that she can stretch her legs a bit] Just a little bit. [her teeth rake over her bottom lip] Is it ... good?

Stiles: Yeah. Kinda salty? [and yes, he's going to hold his hand out to you so you can taste yourself, Cora. Your boyfriend has tact]

Cora: [yeeeeeeeeeah she's not quite there yet] I'll take your word for it.

Stiles: Okay. [and he goes to wipe it on the bed by the wall] Let me, um... go hide the evidence. [and he's up to discard the condom and find something to stick it into so his dad didn't see it just sitting in the garbage]

[And they both get dressed and crawl back into bed to just snuggle through the afterglow.]

Cora: [curls up into him, one finger tracing idly over a scar on his arm] How'd you get this one?

Stiles: [laughs] So this one time, Scott and I watched way too many Tony Hawk videos and decided we wanted to be skateboard masters.

Cora: [her eyes close a bit and she cringes] Why do I feel like that ended badly?

Stiles: I was at least wearing the helmet.

Cora: Well, that's good [she would have hated for his brains to have been street pizza before she even met him] Did you actually get any good?

Stiles: Not at all. But we gave up for an illustrious career as super heroes after that.

Cora: Which I'm sure ended much better. [hard to tell if she's being sarcastic or not]

Stiles: My mom enjoyed making us our costumes. I still have it somewhere. [it some of the last things he had done, which is why he held onto his comic geek side a lot]

Cora: [she smiles a bit at that, her hand finding his because it's his mom, and she knows how losing her feels] Did you have names and stuff?

Stiles: We did, but they were secret identities so I can't obviously just tell you them.

Cora: Ah. Of course. My mistake.

Stiles: But I will tell you that we saved the world at least a dozen times.

Cora: [there's a fond smile at that] I would expect nothing less.

Stiles: When Halloween comes around, we can totally do the superhero costume thing.

Cora: And which one should I be?

Stiles: You could be Wonder Woman.

Cora: That's the one with the lasso right?

Stiles: Yup.

Cora: [nods] We'll see. Halloween's a ways away.

Stiles: True. And probably best not to blacklight your brother's loft this time.

Cora: Yeah, which one of you thought that was a good idea?

Stiles: That was Danny and the twins.

Cora: They obviously didn't know Derek that well.

Stiles: I think Derek was still out looking for the things.

Cora: ... The things?

Stiles: Yeah, he didn't tell you about the container with the symbol on it and stuff?

Cora: You mean my mom's remains?

Stiles: I thought it was just her claws... not the rest of her.

Cora: The claws were all that were left.

Stiles: Oh. [and he bit his lip because wow, he totally sounds insensitive] I'm sorry.

Cora: [shakes her head, giving his hand a squeeze] It's okay.

Stiles: But yeah, they probably thought he was still gone. Derek didn't let us know he was back until that night.

Cora: [nods a bit in understanding] Still, two of them were wolves. They should have known better than to have been on another's territory without his permission.

Stiles; I think you're giving the twins credit for intelligence they don't really have.

Cora: That's true.

Stiles: It was... interesting. [and he may have made out with someone there oops]

Cora: [oh did he? Well, it was before they were them, so she could probably forgive it. Probably.] But not something you'd want to do again?

Stiles: Actually, it was kinda fun. There was glowing body paint.

Cora: [she smirks] Up until Derek came home.

Stiles: I was gone by the time he got back. Scott said he was pissed.

Cora: I am not surprised.

Stiles: But of course, he had also just been attacked by the Oni.

Cora: So it was just a bad day all around.

Stiles: Pretty much.

Cora: Well, if Derek does what I think he's going to do, there's not really going to be the space for parties like that anymore.

Stiles: And what is he going to do?

Cora: Put up walls.

Stiles: Walls in the loft? But won't they fall when demons come to attack us?

Cora: That's what Xander's for.

Stiles: Xander puts walls back up?

Cora: And fixes windows.

Stiles: Useful skill to have when hanging around Buffy and Dawn.

Cora: [she nods] I think that's part of the reason why he has it. But he used to work construction back in Sunnydale.

Stiles: Ah. So no references then.

Cora: [she shrugs] His work speaks for itself.

Stiles: Well, I'm sure Derek will want to help.

Cora: [nods a bit] It'll be good for him.

Stiles: There's a lot of things that'll be good for him.

Cora: I just wish he was more open to some of them.

Stiles: Like what?

Cora: Like ... actually talking to someone.

Stiles: Derek talking to us is still a habit he is learning.

Cora: [nods] And I know him talking to Dawn is even hard for him. But there are people out there who could really help them if he just lets them.

Stiles: Maybe he needs to get to that realization for himself?

Cora: I know he does. I just worry that he won't realize it until it's too late.

Stiles: Define too late.

Cora: [her face falls a bit] Him hitting a point we can't pull him back from.

Stiles: Then we won't let him hit it.

Cora: [she wants to believe that they'll be able to know where that point is, but Derek bottles so much, it's hard to tell. And she's not sure she can handle losing her brother when she could have helped him.]

Stiles: [hugs her closer, kissing her shoulder] We won't let him, Cora. We're pack, and the one thing Derek always told Scott is that we take care of pack.

Cora: [she nods a bit, turning to face him with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes] I know. I know.

Stiles: [runs his hand through her hair] And I've got you, alright?

Cora: [nods a bit in agreement, before leaning in to kiss him gently] I know that too. It's why I feel safe here.

Stiles: [smiles] You're always safe here. I promise.

Cora: [she smiles at that, before shifting to curl into him a little more letting her head rest against his shoulder]

Stiles: [hugs her close, kissing her forehead and shifting to get comfy] Sleepy time.

Cora: [she nods a bit as she starts to close her eyes] Night, Stiles.