potus } { of thanksgiving and friction

[impetere]

Cora: [so after a night of turkey and wine and pie and biscuits, she takes her leftovers from the fancy white house dinner back to her house, puts the important ones in the fridge, before pulling out her phone and texting her boyfriend with a picture of one of the whole pumpkin pies that weren't touched] I have an entire pie all to myself. Want to come share it with me?

Stiles: [and he has been sitting at the diner with his headset in, textbooks out and studying for a final. His phone beeps and he looks over at it, and then smiles] Did Boyd know you stole that out of the White House?

Cora: The secret service has their own fleet of pies. This was from the ones for the first family.

Stiles: Ah. Well, we can't let it go to waste. I haven't hit dessert here yet so I think I can manage half of it.

Cora: Great. So I'll see you in a bit?

Stiles: Give me about thirty minutes.

Cora: I'll be here. [and she will put the pie away until he gets here because she doesn't want it to turn to pumpkin soup]

Stiles: [and he will show up later with his backpack, his layers, and his little beanie. He's also wearing his glasses that he wears when he's been doing a lot of reading because eye strain sucks. Hopefully the SS won't pat him down too hard today before he goes to knock on the door] Hey it's me.

Cora: [that depends on if you're doing something that makes them think you should be pat down, Stiles, but he's been around enough at this point that if he's not being super suspicious they'll wave a wand over him then wave him through. Still, she'll open the door with a smile] Hey. Happy Thanksgiving.

Stiles: [grins] Happy Thanksgiving. So I heard there was pie?

Cora: You heard right. C'mon in. [and she'll step to the side so that he can come inside, before closing the door behind him] It's in the kitchen.

Stiles: Awesome. [and he will leave his bookbag at the front door and head into the kitchen] So did the dinner go off ok?

Cora: It did. [she follows him in and goes to grab plates] My mom made her requisite turkey jokes, there was a good amount of wine, and everyone was happy.

Stiles: I bet the turkey was awesome. You know, the one who didn't get pardoned.

Cora: Oh, it was really good. Especially when smushed into a pile of stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy.

Stiles: What actually happens to the pardoned turkeys anyway?

Cora: They go to Virginia Tech. The students there take care of them.

Stiles: Ah, well that's good.

Cora: Yeah. They're very happy and live good long turkey lives.

Stiles: Good for them. I hope they set up retirement plans.

Cora: Lots of feed and turkey friends are involved.

Stiles: Ah. All the other pardoned turkeys.

Cora: Yep. [and out comes the pie as she goes to get a knife to cut it]

Stiles: Well, I spent time at the diner with a hot open turkey sandwich and a side of mashed potatoes. I was about to get some pie when you texted so you had perfect timing.

Cora: [smiles] Good. [and she'll hand over a plate with a piece to him] Did you get to talk to your dad?

Stiles: Yeah, I did. He's working the afternoon to midnight shift.

Cora: On Thanksgiving?

Stiles: He lets the guys with families have that time off to be with them.

Cora: Will he be able to get time off for Christmas when you're home?

Stiles: Oh yeah. Though I'm also good just riding along with him too.

Cora: They let you do that?

Stiles: When you're the Sheriff's kid, yeah.

Cora: Was it fun?

Stiles: Sometimes. It depended on the call. If it was for something that had fatalities I was either put in the backseat or dropped off at the station or hospital on his way to the call.

Cora: So basically you missed out on all the interesting stuff.

Stiles: Yeah. But the amount of drunk guys trying to convince my dad they weren't drunk was hilarious.

Cora: Oh, I'm sure.

Stiles: But it's a small town. When my mom died, most people didn't really say much about me being in the car while he was on patrol as long as I didn't get in the way.

Cora: I did not get that lucky with my mom. Most politicians didn't really want her kid hanging around.

Stiles: But you're still close to her, right?

Cora: [she nods] My mom's always been really family focused - that part of her campaign wasn't all for the cameras. She tries to make time with me once every couple weeks at most. She'll have me block off a night and we'll watch movies or something.

Stiles: [smiles] Aw, that's awesome.

Cora: Yeah. It doesn't always work out, though. Sometimes running the country gets in the way.

Stiles: Yeah, darn that country.

Cora: Besides. Now I have you to distract me when she's busy.

Stiles: Hey, if it involves pie, I'm always down for it.

Cora: [smiles] Good. I'll make sure to have some on hand.

Stiles: So, after the pie, I guess I'm supposed to distract you?

Cora: I think it would be a fair trade, since I did provide the pie.

Stiles: Yeah, it sounds like a fair trade. [grins and takes a bite of his pie] God that's good

Cora: The pastry chef at the White House is the best. The food is the only reason why I am tempted to regret my decision to live elsewhere.

Stiles: If that's true, maybe I should reenlist and get a job there.

Cora: Are you sure you want to put yourself within interrogation distance of my father?

Stiles: If I'm on duty, I'm supposed to be silent and observant.

Cora: That won't stop him from trying to ask you questions.

Stiles: True.

Cora: He'll just measure how much you sweat.

Stiles: As long as your brother doesn't do it, I can handle it.

Cora: You sure about that?

Stiles: You seem to know something I'm not aware of.

Cora: My dad taught my brother how to be scary.

Stiles: Really? [the pie stops an inch from his mouth]

Cora: You thought that was all the Marines? Some of it's just genetic.

Stiles: Please tell me you're not a scary drill sergeant in hiding

Cora: Oh no. I take after my mom.

Stiles: Good. Because I don't really want you shouting at me like that.

Cora: Not if it does nothing for you.

Stiles: It would probably make me shoot up ramrod, or drop and give you twenty. [and he will eat that hovering piece of pie as he smirks]

Cora: [she laughs] Definitely not what I would be going for.

Stiles: Good. But taking all that into account, yeah probably staying out of reach of your dad.

Cora: Good plan. Though if this keeps going well, you will probably have to meet him one day.

Stiles: Yeah, one day you will eventually have to bring me up to the big white house on the hill

Cora: But that will be a day that I'm really, really sure you're the one. And I think we're still a little too new for that.

Stiles: Yeah, and we don't need to end up on page six just yet either.

Cora: [shakes her head] No we do not.

Stiles: So, what shall we do after we finish this pie?

Cora: [she shrugs] Well, we did say something about distracting me.

Stiles: We did. I could distract you with my boring homework essay.

Cora: That was not the kind of distracting I had in mind.

Stiles: Are you thinking more of the kind of distraction that involves nakedness and special dancing?

Cora: Special dancing?

Stiles: Pelvic dancing.

Cora: Ah. Well, yes, that is more what I had in mind.

Stiles: Good. It'll help us work this pie off.

Cora: I thought so.

Stiles: You do have a habit of thinking about everything.

Cora: Well, I am a teacher. I do a lot of thinking.

Stiles: Are you going to teach me something new tonight as well? [wiggles his eyebrows]

Cora: [she laughs a bit at that as she moves closer] I could ... though I'm not sure what you have in mind.

Stiles: [his grin grows] I'm always willing to learn something new.

Cora: [her teeth rake over her bottom lip because she's not sure she has anything to "teach" in this particular department, so she does her best to make this sound sexy] Well, most of my areas of expertise are engineering, so that'd be a lot of talk of momentum ... friction ... thrust ...

Stiles: I like thrusting.

Cora: Me too.

Stiles: We could work with some of that.

Cora: We could. [pushes up on her toes to kiss him]

Stiles: [kisses her back] See what thrust direction creates the most friction?

Cora: We'd need to do lots of practical research.

Stiles: We should probably start now. Day's not getting any younger.

Cora: [she nods as she leans in to kiss him again, winding her arms around his neck]

Stiles: [and he will kiss her back, smiling against her lips as he holds her close, his hands tracing up along her back]

Cora: [and she sinks into his hold, staying as close as she can before she starts to pull him towards her bedroom]

Stiles: Mmm, yes time to go to school.

Cora: [she laughs as she tugs him in and starts pulling at their clothes]

Stiles: [and he will help her until they are both nice and naked]

Cora: [and down to the bed they go as lets her hands wander over his shoulders gently]

Stiles: [and he will sigh happily] So what lesson are we starting with?

Cora: Hmmmm. [she pauses for a moment, considering] ... Friction?

Stiles: Friction sounds good. Do we need a good lubricant for this lesson?

Cora: Probably best. Too much friction can cause burns.

Stiles: Well then, let me go get some. [and his fingers will slide between them and go looking for her clit]

Cora: [and she shivers as he brushes the right place, parting her legs to give him better access]

Stiles: [and he will find that nub, gently teasing it to get her turned on and going]

Cora: [and she will respond favorably, eventually pulling him in for a deep kiss once she's ready to go]

Stiles: [and he will kiss her back deeply] So friction.

Cora: Friction is the heat created when two forces meet. [and she rocks her hips up to grind into his]

Stiles: Well, I'm already feeling very hot. [and he will grind back up against her]

Cora: Mmmmm. One surface pushes against the other and it creates resistance. But adding lubricant, can ease the friction and make it easier for them to move.

Stiles: And the thrusting?

Cora: Thrust is a sudden push in a certain direction. Thrust combined with friction can create lift.

Stiles: [wiggles his hips a bit] I don't think I'm lined up for proper thrusting.

Cora: Oh no? [well that's good because they need a condom still so she reaches towards her nightstand] Let's see if we can fix that.

Stiles: Yes, please. Quickly.

Cora: [and she grabs the condom, tearing it open and slipping it on him before she shifts so that he can slide into her]

Stiles: [and he will do that with a satisfied moan] OH yeah, much better.

Cora: [moans as well, tipping her head back as she shifts her hips to meet him]

Stiles: [and his hands are going to go to her hips to help him with that thrusting up deep inside of her]

Cora: [and she grinds up into him on each thrust, adding that little bit of friction for extra stimulation]

Stiles: [and he will enjoy at how the lubrication increases, making it easier for him to speed up, going hard and faster]

Cora: [and it doesn't take her much longer before she's tumbling over the edge, gripping his shoulders tightly]

Stiles: [and he is right behind her, a few final thrusts before he joins her and then leans forward, panting hard]

Cora: [sighs softly as she relaxes under him, before leaning up to kiss him again]

Stiles: [kisses her back, rolling them both to their sides] So how did I do, teacher?