thepicketfencecliche | superman } { of superheroes and movie dates

Stiles: [it is movie snuggle time at Cora's. She got to pick this week, and he brought the snacks. Everything is going hunky dory until there is a scream from outside. It's not below the window--probably some distance away--but Stiles sits up and turns in that direction]

Cora: [turns when she feels him sit up, and frowns in response.] Everything okay?

Stiles: I thought I heard a scream.

Cora: Really? [she hadn't heard anything, but she was too busy enjoying the movie and the cuddle time. she starts to sit up] I didn't hear anything.

Stiles: [he's about to pass it off as someone's tv being too loud, but there it is again, closer this time.] Shit.

Cora: [frowns because she thinks she might have heard it this time too] Maybe we should let Kara know. She's upstairs, right?

Stiles: Not sure actually. But let me run upstairs to check. [and he will get up and head for the door]

Cora: ... I was thinking texting her? [because date time. but he moves too fast so she'll just pause the movie and stay put until he gets back]

Stiles: [and he is... going to end up not coming back right away]

Cora: [pouty face. depending how long it takes, she might wind up accidentally falling asleep on the couch while she waits]

Stiles: [it won't take too long, but he forgot an extra grappler arrow, so he's going to end up climbing the fire escape, trying to be very quiet about it]

Cora: [good, take advantage of her lack of werewolf hearing while you have it, Stiles. she does get a 12 on that listen check, though so she does stir slightly when she hears the rattle of the fire escape]

Stiles: [well, he got a 10 on stealth, and he may have a problem opening the window from the outside.]

Cora: [and she maybe reaching for a bat or something as she goes to investigate to be sure it's not someone trying to kill her when she recognizes Stiles and goes to open it] What are you doing out here?

Stiles: [and yeah, he's looking sheepish in his DEO uniform, purple shaded glasses perched on his nose, and his bow and arrows on his back] The roof door is alarmed and our apartment window must've come off track when I left cause it's jammed. [rubbing the back of his neck]

Cora: [yeah that ... is an outfit. She steps back once the window's open so he can climb in] Where did you go?

Stiles: I, um... I went to check out the screaming woman. Since Kara wasn't home.

Cora: Oh. I would have just texted her.

Stiles: She met me there.

Cora: [she nods and sits as she tries to connect the dots here] Do you do that a lot?

Stiles: [sighs and looks at the floor a moment] Yeah. It's... kinda part of my job.

Cora: Oh. [a pause, because she knows when she's had the wool pulled over her eyes] So not so much a desk job, then.

Stiles: No, I still do a lot of paperwork. I'm just also part of a strike team for the DEO as well.

Cora: Got it. [she's trying to work out this knot of feelings, because she knows that he probably has to keep it a secret, but it still bugs her that he didn't tell her the whole truth] Good to know.

Stiles: I'm sorry I didn't just tell you. Technically this is a secret identity.

Cora: No, I get it. [she does. she's kind of surrounded by superheroes] I guess I just didn't realize this was your thing.

Stiles: Yeah. Well, you know I was going to study to be a cop like Dad. While I was in college, I took an archery class for an elective. And I'm good. Really good. They did some eye exams and realized I have crazy sharp vision and I can process the peripheral of my vision just as sharply as straight ahead. When I won nationals senior year, I got approached by all the organizations made up of three letters. When Kara decided to move here, it was an incentive to take up the DEO's offer.

Cora: And you like what you're doing there? [she still thinks about what Clark said sometimes, about the DEO not being trustworthy] You're doing good with all of this?

Stiles: I help people. I mean, I'm not Clark or Kara's level of superhero, but sometimes the hero doesn't need to be super. And, well it is kinda fun flighting dirtbags hurting people. [small smirk] Great cardio.

Cora: [she snorts] And you're safe?

Stiles: Yeah. Flexible Kevlar and knowledge of being small and slippery makes goons underestimate how fast and strong I am. Like, Dex stats like crazy.

Cora: [she nods, and relaxes some. She's still not sure she's 100% used to the idea, but those are the big concerns] Then that's what matters, I guess.

Stiles: It comes in handy when friends are in trouble.

Cora: Yeah, I'm sure it does. [she runs a hand through her hair] Sorry. I'm not trying to sound unsupportive. It's just ... you're a lot more fragile than Clark and Kara are.

Stiles: I know. But I've been holding my own. And I'm using arrows, so I keep a good distance away from the action.

Cora: That's good. Just ... keep being careful, okay? I don't know what I would do if I lost you.

Stiles: [and he's going to shrug out of his quiver and leave it, the bow, and his glasses at the window and walk over, putting his hands gently on her shoulders] I'm not going anywhere, Cora. I promise.

Cora: I know. [and she'll push up on her toes to kiss him, sliding her arm around his torso] Just be careful. [it bore repeating, in her mind]

Stiles: I will. [and he will kiss her back, holding her tightly]

Cora: [she pulls back and glances over her shoulder] The movie's still paused, if you want to finish it.

Stiles: Love to.

Cora: Do you want to go get changed? I think I still have your spare key.

Stiles: Yeah, and probably grab a shower.

Cora: Okay. [and she'll go fish out the key to hand it to him] I'll be here when you get back. [a beat] If you want to just crash here tonight you can too.

Stiles: You sure? [because that's not something she offers lightly, he knows that]

Cora: Yeah. Just to sleep. [she's still not ready to do more than that quite yet, but she likes waking up with him, if nothing else.]

Stiles: [nods, smiling] Okay. I'll come back down in my pjs then.

Cora: Okay. I'll warm up the popcorn.

Stiles:]and he will head upstairs with his stuff and grab a quick shower]

Cora: [and she will reset everything up for the movie and get into her pjs herself]

Stiles: [and he'll come back down in sweatpants and a Batman t-shirt, giving her her key while he has his again] Alright, I'm ready

Cora: Good. [and she will pat the spot next to her on the couch as she reaches for the remote to turn on the movie]

Stiles: [and he will slide right back into place, and it'll be like nothing happened. Except for the lost time in the evening]

Cora: [yep, they will enjoy the movie and finish the popcorn, and eventually make their way off to her bedroom where they can curl up in Cora's big comfy bed]

Stiles: [he needs a nice, comfy bed like this one. But he's also glad to snuggle up in hers]

Cora: [well, he's welcome in hers anytime. she sleeps better when he's here. And the next morning, she'll wake up warm and snuggly, tangled up against him]

Stiles: [and he is just happy and content in her arms, still deep asleep]

Cora: [smiles softly as she watches him, before one hand reaches up, brushing her fingers against his temple gently]

Stiles: [and his lips will purse as he unconsciously leans into her touch]

Cora: [and she doesn't speed up or slow down but just continue to let her fingers gently trace against his skin]

Stiles: [and eventually his eyes will flutter open, and he'll smile at seeing her] Hi.

Cora: [smiles back] Hi. Did I wake you?

Stiles: No. Not really.

Cora: Okay. I didn't mean to. [her fingers hook behind his ear, coming to rest against his neck gently] Good morning.

Stiles: Morning. Looks like it's going to be a beautiful one. [looking just up at her]

Cora: [she blushes a little at that, before shifting to tuck in closer] Do you have any plans today?

Stiles: I was thinking about ordering a pizza and spending the day playing videogames.

Cora: That sounds very relaxing.

Stiles: You wanna join me?

Cora: What are you playing?

Stiles: I was going between Fortnight or the new Zelda game.

Cora: I could go for either of those. [though Zelda would be more her watching, but she idly design things on her tablet while he plays]

Stiles: So I guess we'll move the sleepover upstairs

Cora: [she nods] But we should have pancakes before we have pizza.

Stiles: With bacon?

Cora: With whatever you want, if we head over to the diner.

Stiles: Not really dressed for the diner.

Cora: I could order in pancakes from the diner?

Stiles: Better idea.

Cora: I'll grab my phone in a sec. [and she will lean in to kiss him, just because she feels like it]

Stiles: [and he will hum into the kiss, his hands going to trace along her back to keep her close]

Cora: [and she'll shift to settle comfortably next to him, her hand moving to trace over his shoulder lightly as she continues to kiss him]

Stiles: [and yeah, he's good just doing this for awhile, letting her get nice and close]

Cora: [it feels good, that nice, warm lazy feeling, and she leans into it, trying to remember how she used to like this, once upon a time. After a minute, she nudges him to the side, rolling with him so that she can settle above him, if he'll let her]

Stiles: [he'll let her do pretty much anything, but nope, not going to complain about her being on top of him.]

Cora: [she won't go much further than that, but she likes being close to him, so she's just going to bask in that for a bit, before pulling back and resting her forehead against his] Is this okay?

Stiles: Yeah, totally fine.

Cora: Okay. [she doesn't want to just assume] I really like this, by the way. What we're doing.