thepicketfencecliche | potus } { of thanksgiving and family games

Stiles: [so the whole pardoning of a turkey? That was fun. But after that they moved to the residences and Stiles was brought into his first big Thanksgiving dinner in... like forever. Military Thanksgivings were big, but not like this. He forgot what a family holiday was like, and he was enjoying just standing back and watching the Hales together]

Cora: [they're a lot less reserved when they're alone, Cora and Talia especially, but eventually she will make her way over to him with a smile] You okay?

Stiles: [from where he is perched] Yeah, totally. I just like watching.

Cora: [goes to plop down next to him] That would probably sound creepy in any other context.

Stiles: Probably. But everyone's over 18 and has their clothes on, so it's not.

Cora: I'll take your word for it.

Stiles: [leans in to whisper] I really like how your butt looks in that dress.

Cora: [head ducks a bit as she blushes] Thank you.

Stiles: So can I help at all before your brother kicks my ass playing football on the lawn?

Cora: [shakes her head] No, don't be silly. You're a guest.

Stiles: Yeah, but that doesn't mean I can't help.

Cora: My mom likes doing this herself.

Stiles: [dropping his voice again] Sure, because otherwise I'm going to just sit her and imaging what I'm going to do when I get that dress off you later.

Cora: [you are so lucky they aren't werewolves in this verse, Stiles, but you girlfriend is just going to keep blushing] Well, you're going to have to suffer in silence because I'm pretty sure my mom has an executive order against anyone trying to help her with Thanksgiving dinner.

Stiles: Except for you.

Cora: Except for me?

Stiles: She's letting you help.

Cora: It's not really helping so much as keeping her company.

Stiles: And now you're keeping me company? [and he will take her hand in his, massaging her knuckles a bit]

Cora: I am. Unless you want me not to be.

Stiles: i would never turn you away.

Cora: Good. [leans in to kiss him softly]

Stiles: [hums and kisses her back, his fingers sliding along hers]

Cora: [smiles as she pulls back] But you have to be good for a couple more hours.

Stiles: I will be a perfect angel.

Cora: Why do I have a hard time believing that?

Stiles: I can be good when I need to.

Cora: [drops her voice] Says the boy who was whispering dirty phrases in my ear not two minutes ago.

Stiles: I said I would be good, not that I would think good.

Cora: Sure you did.

Stiles: Plus, in the end it is still me being good. Just for you. [winks]

Cora: [laughs] I'm sure.

Stiles: You haven't complained so far.

Cora: Oh, there are definitely no complaints in that department.

Stiles: Good. I may have plans for being extra good later tonight then. [kisses her again]

Cora: [hums as she kisses him back] I'll be looking forward to it.

Derek: [and here he comes in jeans and a sweatshirt, holding a football] Alright, who's up for a game?

Cora: [glances to Stiles] I think that's your cue.

Derek: Oh no, little sister. Everyone plays. Go put your jeans on.

Cora: Seriously? [she hates football. She was a soccer girl, you know this, Derek]

Derek: Yup. Laura too. [Allison would already know]

Cora: The way you phrased the first question seemed to indicate that there was a choice though.

Derek: Yes. There is a choice. You can volunteer, or you can get drafted.

Cora: [grumbles as she glances over to Laura and there's a silent sister conversation before:] Allison is on our team.

Stiles: We're really going boys versus girls?

Cora: Yep. [because she knows how competitive Derek's fiancée is and intends to make him regret this]

Derek: Fine. We get Dad. [two time all American]

Cora: Fine. [and she'll get up to go change because she can't play in this dress]

Stiles: [and then they will go out and play a good game of flag football what was really mostly catch your girlfriend or daughter and twirl them around]

Allison: [which Allison will get frustrated with because THERE ARE RULES YOU GUYS]

Stiles: [what are these rules you speak of?]

Allison: [You told her this was a game! How is it a game if you don't let her have a chance to properly play]

Derek: [it's not about playing. It's about being together and having fun]

Allison: [then you shouldn't have made it a game it should have been another activity]

Derek: [sigh]

Allison: [she's not actually angry Argents are just competitive people you should know this already Derek. you agreed to marry her]

Derek: [will him begging for forgiveness on his knees, kissing her in places he can reach in that position help ease her frustration?]

Allison: [maybe. later. not in front of his family]

Derek: [oh hell no!]

Allison: [you just have to warn her when a game isn't really a game]

Derek: [he will make a mental note of it]

Allison: [but eventually they will all sit down for a lovely family dinner]

Derek: [so good. Mom is an awesome cook]

Allison: [yes she is, and there will be lots of compliments from the guests]

Stiles: [so full he is gonna explode]

Cora: [don't do that, you made her promises]

Stiles: [he will fulfill promises. After a tryptophan nap]

Cora: [then you nap, Stiles, and she will support your head on the couch while she has another glass of wine]

Stiles: [mmmm, warm Cora lap]

Cora: [her hand slides down, fingers running gently through his hair]

Stiles: [totally purring]

Cora: [which is totally adorable]

Stiles: [and when he wakes up, he will see her and smile] Hey.

Cora: [smiles back] Hey.

Stiles: Did I miss dessert?

Cora: No, not yet. Allison and Derek just left for her parents’ house.

Stiles: God save your brother.

Cora: He's the one who wanted to marry her.

Stiles: I think he spent way too much time in the desert.

Cora: What does that mean?

Stiles: Went a bit insane. I mean, Allison's nice, but he's told tales of her family.

Cora: [shrugs] My brother's always been the kind of guy who wants what he wants.

Stiles: Yes, I'm well aware. And he also will yell and scream if you don't do it fast enough.

Cora: There are some areas where he can be more patient.

Stiles: I know, but he was also my superior and expected me to follow orders without question.

Cora: Well, that was your job.

Stiles: I know. I'm just not used to his patient side still.

Cora: You'll get there.

Stiles: I'm sorry I fell asleep on you. Literally.

Cora: [shakes her head] Don't worry about it. You have a good nap?

Stiles: Yeah. I was very comfortable.

Cora: Good.