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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?"

What he wanted to say was 'lay back and enjoy it, baby', but what came out of his mouth was, "Don't crush my head with your thighs?" He moved to squirm in between her legs, already liking where he was. Then he pushed that pretty yellow dress up past her thighs and saw the hidden treasure chest that was panty clad girl bits. He looked up at her before lowering his head and kissing against her inner thigh. "I mean, if you're okay with me doing this..."

"Huh? Yeah, of course." He was pretty goddamn good with his hands for someone who had been so recently a virgin; the thought of his mouth on her, too, made her shiver a little suddenly. "And I will try not to, um, crush my skull with your legs. But I'm not literally Superman, so you probably shouldn't worry about that?" Hello Stiles, your face sure was close to a very sensitive area.

"Superman or not, you could do some damage with these." He slid his hands up her thighs, smiling up at her before he leaned in and pressed a kiss over her underwear. Then another one, a little further down. And another, again further down. He did that until he was positioned right over her clit, nuzzling in against it through the panties. The smell of her was stronger here, but it wasn't a bad smell. If anything, it just had certain parts of him filling faster, throbbing insistently with the need to be involved in this.

The descent of his face was slow and teasing and maddening. As assured as she was about herself, despite her confidence and curiosity, this was terrifying. She could feel him against her, through the barrier of her underwear, feel his face and breath and how had this even ended up happening in the first place?

Jade moved one hand down, slid it lightly against the top of his head. She.couldn't not touch him, not right then. ".. is it okay?"

He looked up at her, fingers moving to hook into the top of her underwear so he could start tugging them down. "Jade, it's very okay. It's beyond okay. There's a pretty easy way to tell how okay it is, and it's very, very okay."