spamalot } { of weddings and taking risks

[impetere]

Cora: [is nestled snugly between Stiles's legs, her back against his chest, feeling slightly buzzed and generally happy and lazy. Her fingers brush over Stiles's hand, tracing patterns against his skin]

Stiles: [completely smashed, one hand holding him up in the sitting position, then other around her waist that her hand was playing with] Why have we not used this fire pit before? This was an awesome idea.

Cora: [she smiles as she leans back against him, nuzzling closer] Probably because Peter didn't trust us with fire.

Stiles: Oh, we are totally responsible with fire. Scott barely singed his eyebrow.

Cora: [she giggles a bit] So long as we keep all the fire in the pit, we're fine.

Stiles: We will do our job to prevent forest fires. [and he takes another sip of beer]

Cora: [she giggles more] Okay, Smokey.

Stiles: [goes and kisses her neck]

Cora: [closes her eyes and tips her head back a bit into his lips] I'm gonna miss you.

Stiles: We're going to be two hours from each other, and Beacon Hills is right in the middle. We can see each other every weekend if we wanted to. Hell, I'm leaving my window unlocked just in case you have a bad day and drive two hours in the middle of the night for some snuggling with the Stiles.

Cora: [she smiles a bit at that] Make sure you warn your roommate. I wouldn't want to scare the crap out of him by climbing in your window.

Stiles: I'm going to a tech geek school, Cora. Half the guys there probably have never talked to women as hot as you. He'll think he's hallucinating.

Cora: [she laughs] All the more reason to warn him.

Stiles: Nah, it'll be fun to watch him studder.

Cora: So you're basically giving me permission to come and terrorize your roommate.

Stiles: As long as you don't sleep in his bed by accident.

Cora: Not unless you're sleeping in his bed by accident. I think I can follow my nose on that one.

Stiles: Well you know, I do get cold at night.

Cora: [she laughs] Oh really? So you're going to opt for snuggling with him instead?

Stiles: You're the one who told me to go to a different college. You lose snuggling rights and you can't complain about it at all. So enjoy them now.

Cora: [sighs dramatically] Fine. I suppose it's my own fault.

Stiles: Totally your fault. I'm going to have a snuggle affair with my roommate and it's one hundred and twenty percent your fault.

Cora: [she laughs] So long as it stops at snuggling.

Stiles: Maybe it will. But hey, it's college. Could decide to experiment. See what the other team is like.

Cora: [eyebrows raise, before dropping her voice a bit] Well, if you're going to be experimenting, I'm going to be experimenting.

Stiles: [blinks] You'll tape it for me, right?

Cora: [makes a face like she's considering] Maybe.

Stiles: I mean, you need to make me jealous and all. I need to see every single detail. In HD.

Cora: I don't know. Sometimes your imagination can be way worse.

Stiles: No, my imagination is pretty damn good.

Cora: I think it might be better just to let you suffer.

Stiles: Why am I with you again? You're so mean. [he's so drunk]

Cora: [smirks a bit as she turns to face him] Because you think I'm pretty.

Stiles: [his jaw works a moment, then he snorts and grins] Yeah, you are.

Cora: [she grins a bit as she leans in to kiss him]

Stiles: [kisses her back, the hand at her waist moving up to cup her cheek]

Cora: [hums softly into the kiss, just settling closer to him]

Stiles: I'm so going to miss being able to kiss you every day.

Cora: Me too. But it'll make kissing me when you see me better.

Stiles: Just get to get a bunch in now so I can survive [kissing again]

Cora: [she nods a bit in agreement, kissing him back and sliding one hand up through his hair]

Stiles: [kissing, kissing... and losing balance and he totally falls back with her and he's laughing] I'm sooooo drunk. THIS IS AWESOME.

Cora: [she laughs a bit as she rests her head against his chest] I think we should cut you off.

Stiles: No, don't cut me off. I feel good.

Cora: Yeah, but if you don't drink some water, you'll be feeling really bad later.

Stiles: Isaac - water me!

Isaac: [throws a water bottle at them because, nope, dancing with his girlfriend]

Cora: [catches it because knowing Stiles it would hit him in the face, which would also hurt]

Stiles: Good catch.

Cora: Thank you. [she twists the top before handing it to him] Drink. Then we're going for a walk.

Stiles: Why are we going for a walk? The party's here.

Cora: Because fresh air might do you some good. Besides. [she leans in a little bit closer so that she's whispering in her ear and hoping her cousin and Scott aren't listening] Maybe I want a more private party.

Stiles: Oh. OH. Okay, yeah no, totally go for a walk. [and he will drink that water just for you, Cora]

Cora: [good boy. And once he's finished drinking, she's taking his hand and pulling him to his feet] We'll be back later.

Malia: [is mostly focused on Isaac at the moment] Mmm-hmmm.

Stiles: Later guys! [and he's totally giving the guys the thumbs up with his free hand as he's dragged off by Cora, then stumbles and gets to her side] I tell you yet how sexy you look in that bridesmaid dress?

Cora: [she grins at him a bit, moving into the woods] I think you might have mentioned it once or twice.

Stiles: Well, you really do. really, really do.

Cora: [she waits until they're out of earshot of the rest of the group before grabbing him by his suit jacket, pulling him in closer as she leans back against the tree behind her] You look pretty good yourself.

Stiles: I paid good money to rent this tux. I better look good in it.

Cora: [waits until she's against the tree and he's leaning against her before she speaks] Your money paid off.

Stiles: Glad to know. [and no, he's not an idiot. Drunk - not an idiot. He leans in and kisses her, pushing her into the tree]

Cora: [she hums, pleased as she kisses him back, her fingers curling into the lapels of his jacket as she stays close]

Stiles: You know... if it weren't for like, all the wolves in the forest. I'd totally take you against this tree right now. [a few words said between kisses]

Cora: [there's a bit of a shiver at that. it happens before she could stop it] Really?

Stiles: Well. Yeah, really. I mean... do you want me too? [oh my god she wants him to?! his eyes are confused, excited and shocked all at the same time]

Cora: [her teeth dig into her bottom lip slightly, and she ducks her head as she blushes] I don't know. [but she's not completely repelled by the idea.]

Stiles: There's nothing wrong with you wanting to. I think.... we just need to move downwind of the reception. Otherwise I may die.

Cora: [she glances back to the reception for a moment, tipping her head to the side to check the wind, before deciding to just go with it and taking his hand, pulling him further into the woods]

Stiles: [is dragged along] Oh, okay.

Cora: [she stops after a ways, leaning back against a nearby tree as she pulls him in again] Do you have a ... ?

Stiles: Oh, yeah. No I figured that if this wedding went the way of the last one, I should be prepared. Totally doing a boy scout thing.

Cora: Good. [and her hands are finding his jacket and she's tugging him in for a kiss again]

Stiles: [he should be used to having his girlfriend toss him around for kissing, and he enjoys it, even she he stumbles over to her and leets her lips, glad not to have accidently fallen into her]

Cora: [she hums softly into the kiss, just leaning back against the tree and soaking in the feeling of Stiles pressed against her. She isn't going to have it for much longer - she wants to take advantage of it while she has him there]

Stiles: [once he gets his feet planted and relaxed, he's a lot more confidant in his kissing, pressing up against her and the tree]

Cora: [once he relaxes more, she relaxes, almost forgetting what she agreed to do and just getting caught up in the feeling of kissing him, and how it always makes her feel like there's nothing else, just her and him]

Stiles: [it's because she is the only one. She's his world, and he's happy to give all of it to her, and he's going to miss her so much being 2 hours away in different schools. So he was just enjoying her with him now, and what she would give to him]

Cora: [she's going to miss him too, but she's convinced herself that this is the right thing. She doesn't want him to lose sight of what he wants, doesn't want him to resent her for keeping him from having it. It's just two hours. She's sure they'll be able to figure it out, one way or another. For now, she's just going to kiss him, shifting one leg to hook over his, her heel brushing against the back of his calf]

Stiles: [when her leg hooks over his hip, he steps in a bit closer because, yeah, they were going to do that, right?] You sure about this? [kissing along her neck now] I mean, sure sure.

Cora: [she keeps her eyes closed, head tipping back a bit as her fingers dig into his shoulders] Yeah. Yeah I'm sure.

Stiles: Here, hold on. [he went to take his jacket off and slide it around her shoulders.] Don't need you to get tree bark marks on your back now.

Cora: [she slips her arms in the sleeves, before looking up at him with a smirk] Not like it wouldn't heal.

Stiles: Yeah, but also don't need to explain blood stains on your back.

Cora: True. [she leans back against the tree again, the sleeves pooling around her wrists as her fingers curl into his shirt] Are you sure about this? Sure sure?

Stiles: [nods] Sure sure. [he grins, then blinks] Once I figure the logistics out on how we actually do this.

Cora: [she smirks a bit at that] Well, first ... [she takes his hand and moves it down to her thigh, guiding it up under the hem of her dress. She needs to lose her underwear, Stiles]

Stiles: [oh] Oh right. Here, um, let me help you with that. [and he's going to kneel down and help her remove those panties, and his fingers will linger at her feet] Want out of these heels?

Cora: [she steps out of the underwear, before pausing as well, then nodding] It'll probably be easier.

Stiles: Okay, let me get these off you then. [and he's going to help get them off, and then sliding back up her body, pulling her dress up to her waist as he did so.] Not sure how much foreplay we're going to get, but I'm already pretty much ready.

Cora: [she nods her legs shifting a bit. She's good. She thinks. this is all still pretty new to her too. Her fingers move to the fly of his pants, knuckles brushing against him as she pulls the material apart, letting her hand slide around him for a moment] Where's the condom?

Stiles: [no, he's going to just groan a moment before he thinks to reach into his back pockets and hand it to her] Here.

Cora: [she smirks a bit at that - she still loves that she can get him to react like that. she tears the packet open, before sliding it on him and pulling him in closer] Do you think you can pick me up?

Stiles: Oh, I'm sure I can. [thinking] Okay, put your leg back up here, and I can just... [and he lifts her up and tries to shift her so that he can get inside of her. Luckily he got the condom with lubrication so if she wasn't fully ready, he would give her some more comfort]

Cora: [she slips her legs around his waist lifting her hips just slightly, but giving him more room to slide inside her. Her hand slips down between them to help him, feeling the head of him brush against her entrance and she sinks down onto him slowly, moaning slightly as she does. The angle is new and different from usual, but it's still good. They may have to try it again sometime]

Stiles: [and he takes a step closer, pressing her hard against the tree to give him better balance] Oh god. Oh god Cora... [and that was a good panting as he tried to move his hips, figuring out how to thrust into her without really moving much so she didn't slide down the tree]

Cora: [he can't without her shifting a bit, but that's okay. She kind of likes the drag of the bark against her back, in contrast to the warm mix of firm and soft in front of her. Add to it the friction of their clothes and she actually likes this a lot. She shifts her hips a bit to give him a little more room to thrust, one hand moving to the tree behind her, claws digging in to hold her upright more] Stiles ...

Stiles: Yeah, that's better... [her grip helps let him get a bit more leverage, and his hands go to grab her ass under the dress, and he uses that to change angles just a bit] Oh god. Cora... Cora I... [and he's kissing her hard, thrusting her down onto him hard and deep]

Cora: [there's a surprised sound from her at the change in angle, but a good one. She kisses him back just as hard, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip as she tries to rock her hips against his. She doesn't have a lot of room to do so, but the instinct is there]

Stiles: [he moves in just a bit more, fingers digging into her as he all but lifts her up and down on him, his hips thrusting on the down. His arms were flexing, doing a good portion of the work until he was there, falling over the edge and thrusting up into her hard against the tree without rhythm as his shaft throbbed inside of her]

Cora: [she's right there with him, completely caught up in the moment with him, her body rocking against him and soaking in the sensations on every thrust. Her eyes flash a bit as she feels the release hit her, her body clenching around him, before slumping back and relaxing against the tree. She stays there for a moment, trying to catch her breath, before leaning in and kissing him a bit more gently]

Stiles: [he's panting, trying to hold her up even as all his muscles want to turn to jelly on him. But he kisses her, smiling against her lips] Good?

Cora: [she grins at him, a little breathless as she slowly lowers one leg to the ground, to take a little bit of her weight off him] Really good.

Stiles: We should totally do this again.

Cora: Mmmm-hmmm.

Stiles: [laughs and kisses her neck] God I love you.

Cora: [grins a bit] I love you too. But you should probably avoid saying goodbye to my uncle. Or my brother. Unless you want to shower first.

Stiles: Noted. Unless you wanna... just come home with me?

Cora: [rakes her teeth over her bottom lip] Think your dad would mind?

Stiles: No. I mean, I'll just tell him you're my designated driver and he can't smell what your uncle can, so we're good.

Cora: [nods a bit in agreement] Okay.