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"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."

Jade have a little hiccup of curiosity, lifting her hips enough to help him get her panties off. "Yeah? How's that?"

But she was quieter suddenly. Stiles had neighbors, didn't he?

"It's okay in that I'm still here and there's, um, a certain part of me that's... okay." That would be a reference to the very uncomfortably hard dick stuffed in his pants right now.

But he slid her panties down, pulling them off over her feet and tossing them away. Hello, waxed crotch. It was shiny and smooth and Jesus, he wanted to do something dumb like bury his face in it.

Instead, he moved back up, watching her as he slid a hand over her, feeling just how smooth it was. Fuck.

"Oh my God, do you have a single opinion that's not filtered through little Stiles first?" But that was blurted with a breathy laugh as he slid his hand over her, and she bumped her hips up slightly, against it.

"Iii.. was told guys like this sort of thing."

"Not when it comes to sex, no." He moved his hand so his fingers were splayed over the top of her while his thumb dipped down past her lips to play with her clit.

"Who told you that?" He was watching what he did, watching how his thumb slid over her, seeing the little nub of flesh he was playing with. "I haven't exactly built up enough experience to have a preference." He was more of the 'oh god, naked junk in front of me, yay' kind of guy. It could come any way it had to.

The idle way his hand was playing with her combined with the way that he was watching had her blood rushing a little warmly in her ears. It felt good, stirred something in her stomach, and she reached one hand down toward him, trying to silently indicate that she wanted to hold his other hand. The jury was still out on his efficiently she communicated that, though.

"Umm. My friend Roxy. Do you know her?"

Her communication skills needed work, because Stiles was busy. He was busy watching the way his thumb glided back and forth over her, how he could move his hand further down, spread her lips open wider with each sweep and see things he hadn't seen in person before. Yeah, he was definitely going to be trying out giving her some oral appreciation.

"No. Never heard of her." The answer was distractedly given, his attention firmly elsewhere as his other hand, the one she'd been asking for, moved up to join the first, to help spread her wider so he could see.

That got another little laugh out of her, a soft and surprised sound as her elbows dug a little into his bed. Okay. She'd just ask him for his hand point blank in a minute, when he was done.. doing whatever the hell he was doing.

"This isn't a pelvic exam, Stiles."

He blushed at that, looking up at her almost apologetically as his hands stilled. "I know. I just... It's not like I have one to look at myself."

He shifted so that he was moving to lie down between her legs again, still watching her. "Can I...?" He was hoping she'd pick up on what he was asking.

"Well, mine isn't going anywhere." She was left blushing back at him, expression twitching into something amused. "And um, yeah, sure. Do you need both hands?"

She wanted something. An anchor.

"I, um, I don't know?" This was his first time doing this, Jade. He didn't know if he'd need a full tool belt or not.

"Okay, okay. Um, nevermind. Just.. let me know if you don't." She would just.. scrabble for one of his pillows, moving to hug it to her side. Jesus Christ, had he felt this exposed when she'd tugged him out of his pants?