new york wolves } { of first times and scent changes

[impetere]

Stiles: [he wouldn't remember what the nightmare was about when he woke up, he rarely did. The horror of the moment tended to take that from him as he fought his way out of the clutches of the monster. Nightmares were normal for most people, but because of disease, it affects him just a bit more. It started with his hand twitching, just a bit at first, but then more noticeable until it clutched on its own whatever was in its grasp as he gave a soft whine]

Cora: [she shifts a bit when she feels his hand grab at her, the sound of his voice pulling her out of her own sleep. She's been a light sleeper, ever since the fire, and sleeping with someone else only amplified that. Her eyes blink open, and she frowns] Stiles?

Stiles: [his head just twitches a bit, his arm twitching as his hand holding her went ridged and kept the firm grip on her. His heartbeat was starting to spike, reacting to the nightmare in his head]

Cora: [the moment his anxiety climbs she's straightening against him, not pulling away, but trying to get more leverage so that she can try to rouse him, shaking his shoulder as she tries to snap him out of it] Stiles!

Stiles: [it takes a moment and then there is a jolt of his body, and then his whole body stills as his eyes open. He looks around in almost a panic a moment, and then only then does he start to breathe again, his hand loosening]

Cora: [she doesn't pull away, moving her hand to the side of his face gently to bring his eyes back to her] Hey, you're okay.

Stiles: [he nods, but he needs to sit up] Inhaler.

Cora: [pushes up and reaches for it. She's hung out in his room enough at this point to know where he keeps it, and she grabs it before climbing back into bed to hand it to him]

Stiles: [and he takes it and takes two hits, trying to will himself back down to calm] I just... bad dream

Cora: [she nods a bit, because she knows the feeling, caught in memories of smoke and burning flesh] I get them too. It's okay.

Stiles: [nods, looking at her a moment as he puts the inhale down. His hand is still rigid and he tried to shake it out a bit before tucking it under his armpit a moment. Sometimes warming it helped] Yeah, I guess college stress is just making me get them.

Cora: [nods before reaching for his hand, tugging out from under his armpit and massaging it between her hands] Wanna talk about it?

Stiles: I don't actually remember what was happening. [he lets her after a moment, and the massaging help, but he's still twitching a bit.] I just... you ever wake up and can't move?

Cora: [she glances up at him, her fingers still working against his as she shakes her head]

Stiles: Yeah, it's called sleep paralysis. Normally when you sleep your brain shuts off your body so when you're like, running in a dream your body doesn't actually run. Sometimes... sometimes if like you fall or get hurt in your dream, your brain snaps out before it wakes the body up, and you're pretty much unable to move or speak for a second.

Cora: That sounds terrifying.

Stiles: Yeah, yeah it is. [he flexes his fingers in her hands, feeling them move]

Cora: Most of mine are just ... being back in the fire again.

Stiles: I used to get them when my mom was sick. But lately they just come.

Cora: [she moves one hand to brush against the top of his head, trying to be soothing] Maybe it's just midterms?

Stiles: [he gives her a smile, but it's one of those that hints there's more than he wants to say behind it] Yeah, that's probably it.

Cora: [she watches him, unsure for a moment, before giving his hand a squeeze] You think you can go back to sleep? Or do you want to try and go for walk or something?

Stiles: Walk is probably better. Could clear my head so I can get back to sleep.

Cora: [nods before sliding off the bed to find her shoes] Okay. Let's go for a walk.

Stiles: We can see if the twenty four hour on campus coffee shop is really twenty four hours.

Cora: I feel like it might be lies, but we can try.

Stiles: I probably won't get back to sleep, so I can start my caffeine intake early.

Cora: [smirks] So you want to just guarantee it?

Stiles: Oh yeah. There's nothing like a triple espresso at two in the morning.

Cora: [laughs] I'll take your word for it.

Stiles: [and he's got his keys and wallet and phone] Good?

Cora: [nods as she grabs the same, pulling on her sweatshirt] Yep.

Stiles: [and is going to take her hand as they head out and walk along the sidewalk from the dorm to the student center]

Cora: [follows along with him, giving his hand a soft squeeze as she does. She doesn't know what to say to him, or how to distract him. The anxiety is starting to fade from his scent but there's still something ... different in it, and she can't pinpoint what it is] Do you have an early class tomorrow?

Stiles: No, first one's at eleven.

Cora: So why don't you skip the expresso and try and get some more sleep?

Stiles: But we're already halfway to the espresso.

Cora: There's more than just expresso there. Like brownies.

Stiles: They are espresso brownies.

Cora: Muffins?

Stiles: [nose wrinkle]

Cora: Cookies?

Stiles: ...... Okay.

Cora: [makes a face] They're really good cookies.

Stiles: No, no we can totally have cookies. But then I'm going to want milk. With Espresso.

Cora: [sighs] I'm just not sure it'd be a good idea to start caffeinating now.

Stiles: I've done worse.

Cora: You still need sleep.

Stiles: It's overr....]and that's a yawn interrupting his word]

Cora: [smirks a bit] That's my point.

Stiles: [ waves it off] that's just a reflex

Cora: Uh-huh.

Stiles: [yawns again, louder this time] No really, just need more oxygen.

Cora: [stops as she turns to face him, before pushing up onto her toes and leaning in to kiss him slowly]

Stiles: [mmm, hello beautiful girl kissing him. This never gets old and he just leans into it]

Cora: [she holds the kiss for a moment, before pulling back and sliding her arms around his neck] How about hot chocolate and cookies, and we try to sleep.

Stiles: [yeah, no he's totally infatuated] I think you convinced me.

Cora: [yeah, that thing Malia said about sleeping with him before she's in love with him? Not going to happen. She may not say it, but she's already halfway there. She smiles before setting down on her feet to take his hand again] Good.

Stiles: [and together they go to get hot cocoa and cookies]

Cora: [yep, and once that's done they return to his dorm and she will put him into bed and curl up with him]

Stiles: [and he's going to nestle into his pillows and bed and warm girlfriend in his arms that his eyes just start to drift close] You're a very nice, warm blanket, you know?

Cora: [smiles a bit at that, running her fingers through his hair a bit to help] I didn't. Good to know.

Stiles: Yeah..... just very... nice. I like it.

Cora: You're pretty cuddly yourself.

Stiles: [there's a soft groan, his eyes shut] I'm boney.

Cora: [shakes her head as her lips brush his forehead] You're not that boney.

Stiles: [there's a soft sigh, but no real reply as he's drifting off]

Cora: [she'll keep it up, staying up for a bit until she's sure he's really asleep and not just dozing. once she's sure, her nose dips a bit, pressing against the nape of his neck as she tries to pinpoint what it is about his scent that's bugging her, but in the end, she can't pinpoint it as anything more than just a little bit wrong]

Stiles: [his head moves just a bit to let her get at his neck better, but otherwise he is out and will remain that way until his alarm goes off]

Cora: [eventually she will give up and just cuddle in next to him, passing out herself. her class is earlier than his, but she's probably just going to skip it. it's a Spanish class, no one will miss her]

Stiles: [nope, and he may end up curling more into her during their long nap]

Cora: [she does not have a problem with that. it means she will wake up nice and warm and snuggly when they do finally wake up again]

Stiles: [and he will wake up normally this time, and smile at her] Hey.

Cora: [stirs a bit at the sound of his voice, before blinking her eyes open at him] Hey.

Stiles: Did you not go to class?

Cora: [she shakes her head] It was just Spanish. I'll get the homework later.

Stiles: Ah. Muy bueno.

Cora: [smirks a bit, before brushing a hand against the side of his face] How're you feeling?

Stiles: [big yawn] Still tired.

Cora: [she glances back over at the clock] You still have a little time before you have to get ready for class.

Stiles: Mmm, I think I may suddenly be sick.

Cora: [smirks] Oh really?

Stiles: Yeah. Maybe. Or I can blame the alarm. Totally didn't go off. [alarm goes off] Traitor.

Cora: [laughs, before reaching over and shutting it off] There. Must have slept right through it.

Stiles: [ grins and shifts back, pulling her into his arms and further into the bed] We can make up classes tomorrow.

Cora: [nods a bit as she leans in to kiss him softly] Sounds good to me.

Hal: [and there are keys at the door] Stiles, I'm coming in in five... four...

Cora: [sighs as she pulls back from the kiss. They're both dressed, so she doesn't bother pulling away, mostly because she's comfortable, but she'll cease the kissing. for now]

Stiles: [sighs, then leans his head back] Come in.

Hal: [enters, smirking with a cup of coffee in his head] Morning sunshine. Cora.

Cora: [small smile] Hey, Hal.

Hal: So I don't know if you guys were paying attention, but it started snowing around four and there's already a few inches out there but they think we may get more and some bad wind. Some classes are cancelled.

Cora: Really? [her head picks up and she twists to look out the window] Huh. Look at that.

Stiles: You know, I've never really had a snow day before.

Cora: [smirks as she glances back to him] Are you excited?

Stiles: Only if it's enough for us to go build a snowman.

Hal: It's getting there. Anyway, I'm going to hit the showers. [grabbing his robe and shower caddy] Give you two some time to change. I have a study session that still wants to meet over lunch.

Cora: [nods as she starts to climb out of bed, despite her better judgement]

Hal: [and he's gone]

Stiles: [whimpers] Now my bed's cold again.

Cora: [glances back over her shoulder] I'll be back in a minute. I just have to let my sister know I'm staying on campus again.

Stiles: She's going to start thinking I'm possessive or something. Never letting you go home.

Cora: She knows me well enough to know I don't like going out in the snow.

Stiles: But you're going to go out and build a snowman with me, right?

Cora: Yes. I just don't want to try and take the subway or grab a cab.

Stiles: Okay. Um... [he looks around the room as he sits up] Do you have an extra change of clothes that you can wear tomorrow?

Cora: ... Not with me. But either me or Malia have probably left something in Alexis's dorm. I can have her meet us with it.

Stiles: Nah, that's fine. Here. [and he holds out a Beacon Hills lacrosse sweatshirt] This will keep you warm and hide yesterday's shirt so people won't know.

Cora: [takes it from him tentatively, before glancing up at him again] Are you sure? [you may not get it back, Stiles]

Stiles: Yeah. I mean, you'll give it back, right?

Cora: .... Yeah. [when he asks for it]

Stiles: [has no idea the beast he is about to make] Then yeah, I'm sure.

Cora: Okay. [takes a step forward and kisses him softly] Thank you.

Stiles: [kisses her back] You're welcome.

Cora: [and with that she's going to finish her text to her sister and her uncle just in case Laura lost her phone, and then go right back to bed, as promised] Done.

Stiles: [grins and snuggles her close to him against, leaning over to kiss her] Much better.

Cora: [smiles softly into the kiss, before leaning back so that he can do that as much as he likes]

Stiles: [nope, he's going to do that pretty much until Hal comes back]

Hal: [sighs] Or you know, not get dressed. Yeah... [and grab his clothes and head back to the bathroom to get dressed]

Cora: [she'd say sorry but her lips are busy, sorry Hal.]

Stiles: [finally he pulls back] So, can I have coffee now? Because if they are closing campus, we may need to go get those now.

Cora: [sighs and nods] Yes, we can get coffee.

Stiles: Alright. Let's go do that, and then we can come back to this after. [or you know, get lunch, build a snowman, snowball fight, totally kissing in the snow, all of that]

Cora: [she nods as she goes to put on actual pants and shoes] Sounds good. [and yep, they will totally do all of that]

Stiles: [and yeah, he totally tackled her into the snow while building the snowman and kissed her in it because yeah, totally a boy]

Cora: [there was shrieking because COLD and there are still parts of her that are a California girl, but she relaxes into the kissing eventually feeling completely comfortable with him]

Stiles: [laughs against her lips because he IS a California boy but nope, totally happy and can't feel the cold when with her. He pulls back and looks down at her] You're the best snow angel.

Cora: [tips her head to the side to try and look] Am I?

Stiles: Uh huh. [pulls himself up and helps her up too.] See?

Cora: [lets him pull her up before turning to look, leaning into him a bit for warmth] Not bad for you catching me by surprise.

Stiles: [wraps his arms around her, tucking his head on her shoulder] I'm sure next time I can do better too.

Cora: [hums softly as she stays close] Next time just give me a little warning.

Stiles: But what's the fun of that? [grins]

Cora: [laughs] Right.

[And eventually they get out of the snow and come back in to find a note from Hal being very specific as to when he will return.]

Cora: [studies the note carefully] What does he think we do while he's gone?

Stiles: [rubbing the back of his neck] Making out.

Cora: ... Okay, fair.

Stiles: And I mean, he doesn't know how much we do, so he may think we're having sex.

Cora: .... Oh.

Stiles: I don't share details, so I um... yeah, it's not like he actually knows... you know... yeah.

Cora: [she turns to face him and leans in to kiss him softly] I'm glad you don't kiss and tell.

Stiles: [smiles and kisses her back] I'm glad you're glad.

Cora: [smirks a bit, before slipping her arms around his waist, pushing up on her toes to stay close] So what should we do until he gets back?

Stiles: Well, I was going to go with the whole making out thing but that's what he's expecting.

Cora: I'm totally good with the whole making out thing, personally. He's not actually here.

Stiles: [this gif]

Cora: [yep, she's a-okay with this. her arms slide around his neck as he lifts her, her toes still brushing the ground slightly as she kisses him]

Stiles: [and well, this probably wasn't the best thought out plan because he's pretty much just going to turn a moment later and lower them both to the bed, him on top, pressing his hips down against hers as he kisses her hard]

Cora: [she shifts just slightly to get comfortable beneath him, moaning softly as his hips pressed down into hers. she gets just enough leverage to push up to meet him, her fingers sliding through his hair gently]

Stiles: [his hands are going to move to run along her stomach and then her breasts, staying on top of her clothes as always because he was good at waiting for her to show him how far she was willing to go]

Cora: [she appreciates that, and she's been getting more and more comfortable with wanting his hands to wander. As she deepens the kiss she nudges one hand lower, slipping just under the edge of her shirt]

Stiles: [he grins against her lips, his cold fingers pressing against the warm skin of her stomach, massaging it gently before he started to wander up]

Cora: [she shivers a little at the feel of his hands, arching up into his fingers as she moves to tangle her fingers in his hair]

Stiles: [and that would be the point his hand goes over her bra, caressing her breasts with just that one layer between them]

Cora: [her head tips back a bit, breaking the kiss just enough to try and catch her breath. her body pushes up into his hands, her nose dropping to nudge against his shoulder]

Stiles: Like that, huh?

Cora: [hums softly in agreement before nodding. Yes. yes she does]

Stiles: [kissing along her neck as his fingers grab the edge of her shirt with his free hand and he nudges it up a bit] Can I... it makes it a bit easier...

Cora: [swallows before nodding, pushing up a bit so that he can pull it off more easily]

Stiles: [and he's going to carefully take it off, and then...] Wow. You really are perfect.

Cora: [she flushes a bit at the statement, looking up at him for a moment before her hands wander to the sides of his face, pulling him in to kiss her again. She doesn't really know what to say and hopes that the kiss conveys it easily enough]

Stiles: [no, no that works and he kisses her back as his hands go back on their mission and soon she's going to feel his hands on her breasts, caressing them nice and firmly]

Cora: [moans softly into the kiss, her hips pushing up to brush against his in response]

Stiles: [he'll continue to kiss her, laying her back gently on the bed and soon his kisses will travel down her jaw, her neck, shoulder, and soon he will kiss a bit of the flesh on her breast that the bra didn't hide]

Cora: [she lets her head fall back against the pillow as his lips move lower, letting his hands slide over his shoulders as her explores her skin]

Stiles: [and he will take his time, his lips getting to know her breast tops, and then her stomach as he kisses his way further down.]

Cora: [her hands continue to slide up, fingers slipping through his hair. Her breath catches a bit as his lips move to her stomach, but she doesn't stop him]

Stiles: [his hands go to slide along her back, and he goes to unsnap her bra. After all the different contraptions that Lydia used to wear, Cora's was simple. He didn't kiss his way back up yet, but his eyes looked up to her to see if she was still okay with it]

Cora: [she nods, even going so far as to push up so that he can help take it off. After, she reaches forward, tugging at his shirt as well. if she's going to go topless, so is he]

Stiles: [that was going to be his next plan of action, but hey, he'll take the help getting shirtless. He grins and goes to kiss her again, his hands now cupping her breasts properly, his thumbs playing with her nipples]

Cora: [she sucks in a breath at the touch, her back arching to fit into his hands. Her hands wander back over his shoulders again, this time exploring every inch of new skin under her finger tips]

Stiles: [he's totally boney, but there is a bit of definition from playing lacrosse when his asthma let him. Which also left some scars from scrapes and accidents, but nothing major. And with her sucking in that breath, he's going to go back to kissing one of her breasts before sucking it into his mouth, his tongue and teeth gently teasing her]

Cora: [there's a soft moan that, her hips squirming under his and her fingers curling against his skin. She's careful not to scratch too hard, and her eyes close tightly, trying to keep her heartbeat from climbing too high]

Stiles: [there's a soft groan against her breast at her light scratching, and his hips move firmly against hers in a thrusting motion. God, he so wanted to have sex with her right then and there, but he was going to focus and calm himself. This wasn't about him. Well, it was. It was them. But the timing was about her.]

Cora: [He isn't the only one. She wants it too, wants to just give in and let it happen and just tangle herself in him, but there's that part of her that's still second guessing. Still wondering if she should wait. Still doubting her instincts. That voice gets quieter and quieter the more he touches her and the side of her that just wants that if she kept waiting for perfection, it was never going to happen. They're here, now, and in this moment, she doesn't want him to stop] Stiles? [the word comes before she can stop it, before she can second guess herself again and keep it to herself]

Stiles: [that means his lips have to leave her nipples and he is panting against it, his hot breath on the wet cooling spot his lips had left around her nipple to the cooler room air] Yeah?

Cora: [that still has her squirming against him a bit, as she exhales slowly and gasps for the words] Do you have a ... ?

Stiles: [it takes him a moment to figure out what she was asking, and then he nods] Yeah, in my desk. Why?

Cora: [there's a slow breath as she tries not to let the nerves sink in and get the better of her] Because maybe ... I mean, if you want to ... do this.

Stiles: [blinks, and nods] Yeah, I do. But only if you're sure.

Cora: [she nods not trusting her words let things get away from her] I am.

Stiles: [and he's going to lean up and kiss her deeply, his hand cupping the back of her neck to give her that bit of strength from him before he made to slide off the bed.] So, um, not to ruin the mood... but have your sisters told you about first times?

Cora: [smirks a bit as she shifts a bit to watch him] How it's awkward and weird and not always fun? Yeah.

Stiles: [nods] Well, yeah. My first time wasn't really the best, trying to fumble around. At least I won't have to do that with you. But I can't make it not hurt. There's actually this thing called a hymen in you and if it's there, I kinda have to break it to go in... [he's babbling because wow, yeah they are going to do it and he's actually got the nervous excitement going]

Cora: [huffs a laugh] Actually not every girl still has one by the time they have sex. It can be broken other ways.

Stiles: Yeah, I know. I just... if it is... well, I'm going to go slow anyway but yeah, that's where the actual pain comes from. At least that what I was told. Everything else is just getting used to you know... having something in there.

Cora: Okay. I trust you.

Stiles: [nods, and he's going to unceremoniously strip out of his pants and shorts as he comes back to the bed. He grins, going to kiss her stomach] Let me just... get these off of you...

Cora: [okay he's naked and they're ... doing this. She closes her eyes and shifts her hips to help him get her pants off, trying to even out her breathing and keep her nerves at bay]

Stiles: [He's going to kiss her stomach and then down her thighs as he first goes to play his fingers along her sex, rubbing her clit and then sliding into her as he kissed the hard nub. He had learned more since his first time with Heather, and Lydia had shown him how to make sure she was good and ready before they had sex. So Cora would benefit from that, and Stiles making sure her body was really good and ready so it wouldn't take as long for her body to take him in]

Cora: [as he works she relaxes - only some. Just enough that she gets out of her head and is just focused on the things he's doing. Her hips rock up gently into his fingers and mouth, just losing herself in the sensations]

Stiles: [he's going to keep going until he knows she's ready, and his fingers will pull out to go and work to put the condom on as her noises and the idea of having sex with her already has him hard and ready. Sheathed, he goes to slide up her body, pulling the blanket up around them just in case Hal comes back early, and he tucks his hips between hers, cradling her to him as he kisses her deeply]

Cora: [kissing helps. Kissing helps a lot. And oddly enough, so does the blankets, because she doesn't feel quite as exposed to his gaze. Not that she doesn't trust him, doesn't want him to see her, but this feels a little more isolated. A little more like it's just them and no one else matters]

Stiles: [he keeps kissing her, but one of his hands takes hers, guiding it down to where his penis is pressed against her stomach, and he puts her hand on it. It's a silent gesture for her to tell him when she's ready for it. The condom is lubed though, so it's a bit slippery, but he's hard and throbbing in her hand]

Cora: [her fingers curl around him slowly. She's touched him before, but this is different, this is more and she can feel her heart rate start to pick up a bit and she breaks the kiss, keeping her eyes closed as she shifts under him, moving so that her hips were settled more comfortably and then starting to guide him towards her]

Stiles: [with her head tilted back, he kissed along her jaw and neck as he felt her hand guide him. Once he was there, his hand guided her leg a bit more over his hip to make it a better angle, and then he gently pushed forward, only letting the tip of himself enter. He focused himself, reminding himself he had to go slow. Gentle. Give her body time to adjust. He could do this]

Cora: [her breath catches a bit because it is weird, but it's okay so far. she lets him guide her, move her so that things fit better, and she exhales slowly. Her hips push up a bit, tentatively, and she gasps as she feels him slide in a bit further]

Stiles: [he pushes in a bit more, and then pulls out a bit to push back in - shallow little thrusts to help her body get used to the friction. His hand on her hip guides her to move a bit closer, and then slides up her back to caress her breast again]

Cora: [as she adjusts to the sensation the slide gets a little easier, her body adjusting to the sensation slowly. She gently rocks her hips to meet his, the same slow pace, just trying to follow her instincts and taking her cues from him as best she can]

Stiles: [he just goes nice and slow, going a bit deeper each time and soon they are at the point where he's completely inside of her, and his hip bone is pressing against her nub, rubbing it as he shifts against her. He groans against her neck at that point, feeling himself completely inside and how perfect the fit was]

Cora: [her head lolls to the side a bit as they fit together, legs hooking up over his hips as she stays close. Each rock of him against her sends a jolt through, one particularly good one drawing her spine taught as she presses back against him. Her hands wander to his sides, letting her fingers ghost over his ribs for a moment before pulling back to look at him]

Stiles: [Lydia had helped show him how to move like this to get his pelvis to stimulate her clitoris so he made sure that especially for this first time, he did it all right and gave Cora all the good stimulation he could. When she looked back at him, he smiled and his hand went to run along her cheek and push some hair from her face] You okay?

Cora: [she smiles with him, nodding a bit as she leans into his hand] Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

Stiles: Good. [and he leans in to kiss her as he starts to move again, speeding up just a hair to get them going in a steady pace]

Cora: [leans into the kiss eagerly, taking a moment to get a feel for his motions before starting to push her hips up to meet him on each stroke. She's figured out that that, at least, feels god and she's slick enough at this point that he can move pretty easily]

Stiles: [and it's just going to be medium speed lovemaking as his fingers explore her back, his lips press against hers and nothing to interrupt them]

Cora: [keeps with his speed, her hands wandering over his back and pulling at his shoulders as she feels tension start to pool in her stomach. It's a feeling she's getting all too familiar with and she's become accustomed to chasing, but right now it's not enough. She needs more but she doesn't know how to ask for it or even communicate that]

Stiles: [he's getting close to his orgasm - how could he not with having sex with her? - but he can see in her face that she needs something more. He knows she's trying to get to her orgasm too, but he needs to help her along more. He debates a moment, and opting for pleasure over pressure, he slides his hand between them and he shifts his hips to go into her from a different angle as his fingers find her clit and start to rub it in a steady circle]

Cora: [that is just what she needs, something to keep pushing her closer and closer to the edge. It doesn't take much more to have her falling over the edge, her fingers digging in and dragging down as she buries her face in his shoulder]

Stiles: [and that sends him with her, gasping for air as he thrusts into her a bit harder than before, burying himself in her and then just trying to thrust deeper a few more times as he breaks out in a sweat.]

Cora: [she slowly melts into a puddle beneath him as the tension flows out of her and she stars to come down, lying back against the pillows behind them but staying close, not pulling away]

Stiles: [he rolls a bit to his side, keeping her close, keeping himself buried in her as he kissed along her neck and his hands gently played along her ribs]

Cora: [she hums softly at the attention, before tipping her head away so that she could look at him] Hi.

Stiles: Hey. [and he kissed her gently] So... I have successfully taken your virginity. How do you feel? [there's a teasing smile]

Cora: [she huffs a bit at that before, shrugging] I don't know. Mostly the same? [her fingers of one hand find his, as though that will keep him close] Good the same, though.

Stiles: [he laces his fingers with hers] Good. And it does get better the more you practice and find what you like and what you don't like. Just, make sure you tell me that as you discover it cause I'm so not a mind reader.

Cora: [she nods, before making a bit of a face because the endorphins were fading and while werewolves weren't really ones for soreness or pain, the healing process takes a second to kick in] But right now, I think I need you to ...

Stiles: Oh. Yeah. Um... give me a sec. [and he will pull out, and reach over her to grab a tissue to clean himself up and wrap the condom in before tossing it into the new trash bin by his bed. He then resettles, opening his arms in an invitation to snuggle] Better?

Cora: [she will take that invitation, shifting to curl into him and snuggling close, nodding as she does] Better.

Stiles: Good. Soak it in now because I'm pretty sure I'm dead the next time your brother sees me now. [chuckles as he kisses the top of her head]

Cora: [laughs] I won't let him kill you.

Stiles: Promise? Because I mean, it would kinda put a damper on our relationship and all with me being dead.

Cora: It would. I like you much better alive.

Stiles: I mean, we've all got a big clock telling us how long we've got to go... I don't want mine to be up that fast.

Cora: Neither do I. I really like this.

Stiles: [there's a moment of something in his eyes, but he's going to just lean in and kiss her instead of saying anything]

Cora: [she sees that something but before she can respond, she's distracted by the kiss, closing her eyes and sinking into it.]

Stiles: [and they will probably be like this until they are hungry and need to go forge for dinner]

Cora: [yep. And eventually she will have to return home to the penthouse and hopefully avoid the judgmental eyes of her family]

Peter: [at least not her brother since he's off on a case, but there will be an uncle who is on the couch and will just look up at her]

Cora: [and she will freeze, her hand on the strap of her bag, and she is very grateful that she showered before she left the dorms, even if she smells like Stiles' soap] Hi.

Peter: Hello. [oh, he notices that. But he at least isn't about to point it out. After all, he learned to hold his tongue after a while with Malia, and he's actually happy to see Cora happy like this] Glad to see you made it home safely.

Cora: [nods] I just wanted to wait for things to get back to normal, rather than get through the snow.

Peter: It's a smart plan, considering that being on your own without a crowd around may still be a bit dangerous for us for a bit longer.

Cora: [sighs] Probably will be until the pack decides to have a shorter memory.

Peter: Or we just kill them all. [so not serious. Mostly]

Cora: [she makes a face at that because she can't tell how serious he's being]

Peter: [chuckles and he gets up] I'm kidding. [mostly] Hungry?

Cora: No, I'm okay. [but she doesn't leave right away though, lingering in the room for a moment, before glancing back to Peter] Uncle Peter, what would ... change a person's scent?

Peter: [he thinks, crossing his arms a bit] There's a couple of reasons, depending on the biology of the person. Why?

Cora: When I was at the dorms, I just ... noticed ... I don't know. It was kind of like something going sour.

Peter: In a human?

Cora: [nods]

Peter: [his lips purse a bit, and then he waved her over to sit] Was it Stiles?

Cora: [... she's got a bad feeling about this but she lets her bag drop to the ground and nods as she goes to sit next to him]

Peter: [he turns to face her, taking one of her hands] You know how we can pull pain from people to help make them comfortable? Well, humans give off a scent sometimes when they are sick - that sour smell you feel. It it's not strong, or just comes in a flare now and then, it's not something to be worried about. It could just be an infection or something, and it goes away as it heals.

Cora: [nods. okay. then it might not be bad] What if it doesn't?

Peter: Keep track of it. If it becomes more prominent, stronger, accompanied by pain that you can feel when you touch him, or doesn't fade away after a few days... then he needs to go to a doctor.

Cora: [nods again] Okay.

Peter: And Cora.... not to scare you, but it that does happen... it means he's dying.

Cora: [her face falls a bit, focusing on her lap as she nods in acknowledgement. She's praying that it will go away, that's it's just something she happened to catch and she's overreacting, but she's not that lucky.]

Peter: [rubs her back] Human medicine has come a long way in the last few decades. If you notice it, you can actually get him to a doctor in time to get him help so he doesn't get sicker or die. It's a special gift we have, so make sure you pay attention.

Cora: I will. [she looks up with a small smile] I will.

Peter: Good girl. Hopefully it's just nothing more than a toothache you smelt though. It can be scary the first time you experience it in someone you care about, but usually it's nothing to worry about.

Cora: [nods a bit. There's still something about that look on Stiles’ face, where it seemed like there was something that he wanted to say, but for right now, she'd just keep an eye on him]

Peter: Good. You probably have homework that you need to do without a distraction around. We are paying for you to go to school, you know? [gentle teasing]

Cora: [a bit of a look because she is more than on top of her schoolwork, thank you, but she nods and gets to her feet] Thanks. [for not trying to sugar coat it for her. Also for not commenting on what he can probably guess she was up to with her boyfriend]

Peter: You're welcome. [no, he doesn't sugarcoat anything. And he knows. But again, she's happy, and that's something he wants to foster more than shut down.]

Cora: [she nods and off she goes to her room to work on her homework and hide from Derek]