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She sighed - not unhappily - against his mouth, tilting her head a little into the kiss. Huh. How could she manage to slyly ask him to tug at her hair a little more? Maybe if she just tugged slightly at the front of his shirt...

He did, but it was a reflexive movement as he shifted on the bed, scooting in closer to her. She tasted better than he remembered and he wanted to keep doing this. No getting mad at him for dying, more kissing because he was alive.

Maybe it was just a reflexive movement, but it was still sort of exactly what she wanted - so it got a little coo right into his mouth, back straightening as plunged deeper into the kiss. Huh. Who knew that would be something she liked?

If he'd known she liked it, he would have been doing that from the get go. As it was, his brain wasn't quite so steeped in hormones that he couldn't pick up on the response, fingers tangling deeper in her hair as he started to so very subtly move to lie them out a bit. For her comfort, of course.

She didn't need the subtlety, but it didn't go unappreciated, either. She obliged, making sure to keep him close, to keep him with her. And then- "Mmhold on. My jacket. It's really warm in here."

He pulled away, but only as much as she'd need to undo her jacket. In fact, he so very helpfully reached for the zipper. "Here, let me help you."

She snorted at that, holding her arms out to her sides. "Here, go ahead." And he would find a very short and very yellow sundress on under it. So she wanted to make sure that he thought she was hot today.

The color didn't really surprise him, but it certainly got his attention. As did the fact that it stopped before he'd finished unzipping her. Oh... oh wow. He parted her jacket like she was some sort of special discovery, eyes raking over her with obvious appreciation. "You look... nice today."

Good answer. Best answer. The exact response she was looking for, in fact, and she just grinned mischievously at him. "I figured you would be more receptive to being chastised if I was sexy today."

Mm... that made him think of naughty teachers and that was not helping his hormone problem. He rested a hand lightly on her thigh, just under where the dress ended. "Oh, you can chastise away. Sexy chastising is a favorite of mine."

"I have already done the chastising! Stop dying. That was the point I was trying to get across, I think."

She swatted his hand from her leg just so that she could push lightly on his shoulders, trying to get him to lie back.

Oh no, Jade. He was going to just slide his hand back where it was, maybe tickling a little further under the hem. "Consider me immortal. Wear more dresses like this whenever you want to yell at me. I'm totally okay with that."

"I had to borrow this one." Okay, fine, she wouldn't stop him this time - she would paw at his shirt a little, though. And then, because Jade always picks the most appropriate time to ask stupid questions: "Have you told anyone you've slept with me?"

His hand stopped an inch under her dress, his eyes lifting to hers. "Um, yeah? Only one person though. And it's Scott, so really, that doesn't even count as a person."

She didn't seem bothered, simply curious. It was that same curiosity that had her pushing his shirt up at his stomach, gliding her hand along his bare side. "What'd he think?"

Oh, good. Good, she wasn't mad. That was good. That was, mm, hand on his skin. "Hmm? Oh, he, uh, he was happy for me. He's been wanting me to stop whining about being a virgin for ages."

"I'm surprised that was a problem for you, jeez." Jade Harley was the one who thought Dave, the try-hardiest of the tryhards, was unequivocally cool as fuck. Her hand slid up to his chest, rubbing a careful circle beneath his shirt.

"Not everyone's a fan." His hand started moving again, sliding up until, oh, hey, were those her underwear? Maybe he'd just let his hand skim over those for a bit.

Yep, they sure were, and she stilled for a second, just letting him do that. "I'm free for the rest of the afternoon, by the way. Juuuust so you know."

He looked down at her, a somewhat hopeful look on his face. "Do you think we could, um... do something?" Just be a man and say sex, Stiles. God.

She fixed him with a suddenly sheepish look. "I, uh, waxed? A very sensitive place. On me. Sort of figuring we might, actually."

Look, Stiles. She liked you a lot.

Oh. Oh. His hand suddenly tingled with the need to pull those panties down and see for himself. "Did it hurt? I heard it hurts." He was gentle as his hand skimmed over her again. "I could, um... kiss it better."

"Ehehehe." She cut her eyes down, flicking her thumb absently across one of his nipples. "-- well, I guess it does hurt some. Kisses are supposed to make it feel better, right?"

"Mm yeah. Yes they are." He responded eagerly, eyes shining as he moved to wriggle down on the bed. Look at him, about to do some downstairs kissing on a girl. Hot.

Yeaaah she still wasn't sure what she thought about that. Nervous. They'd had sex - logically she knew he wouldn't be grossed out by her, but still. "What d'you need me to do?"