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He had died, and that sucked. More for Stiles than Jade, of course - he was the one that had died, after all, but still. She had checked on him when he'd finally gotten out of the castle, kissed him once when no one was looking and told him that she was glad he was alright, and spent the next few days busy with helping out repairs in the city.

Now, though.. now she was kind of tired of avoiding him. Instead of a text this time, though, she simply showed up outside his bedroom door in Odin, knocking twice.

And if he wasn't home? She'd just sit by the door and wait.

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"...ehehe, sorry. Just stuff I've been thinking about. Too much?" Whether or not that she meant to admit that she apparently daydreamed about sex with him in unusual places was up for debate. And then she mumbled, mostly to herself: "I bet we could get away with it at work."

"Oh, don't say that. That's not fair. I can't work in a place with you when I'm thinking about..." About pushing her over a table and seeing if he could make her yip. Or bark. He oddly liked when she barked.

She'd be relieved, later, if he found out that she didn't find it freakish. He was sweet and normal - how hard was it to adjust to something like that? "Thinking about what?" She pinched his collarbone with her teeth. "Trying to fuck in the pantry at work without anybody hearing it?"

She wasn't looking at him, couldn't see his face, and that made it so, so much easier to be impish.

"Well, now I'm thinking of that." His hand slid down to her ass, squeezing it gently. "I was also thinking about over the table. Or the counter. Maybe under the table. Or in the freezer. I don't care. Anywhere there where I can get you somewhere with a little less clothes and a lot more friction."

She laughed, a noisy little sound of delight as her ear flicked against his cheek. "I thought boys were supposed to get less horny after sex."

"Maybe ones that get it all the time. But this," he nuzzled against her moving to bite gently at her ear. "This is new and kind of mind blowing for me and I'll take as much as I can get."

"Dumb. Dumb dumb dumb." She pushed gently at him, trying to get him to roll onto his back, wanting to crawl atop him. "We can go see plays. And eat pizza? We can hold hands, oh my god, we have to do that all the time. Shower sex? That's always seemed difficult."

He moved easily when she pushed him, but he kept his arm around her to pull her with him. "We can do all that. Especially the pizza eating and shower sex."

"Especially the hand holding. That's the most important part." She pushed her teeth against his chin, peering up at him through her lashes. "You held my hand earlier." Are you sleepy, Stiles? She was looking for that in his face. "-- and not pizza and shower sex at the same time. I bet you'd have fun if I blindfolded you."

He wasn't sleepy yet, smiling at her as he ran his hand over her back. "Yes, there can be hand holding. And I'll tell everyone I meet I have a kick ass girlfriend who gropes me with weeds."

The blindfolding idea was actually interesting and he looked like it caught his attention. "I bet I would."

"I have not actually groped you with weeds!" Jade sounded mock-scandalized, and then squinted thoughtfully. "... yet."

"Bullshit," he shot back, laughing as he squeezed at her butt. "You did that first day. Totally felt me up. And then there was that whole Poison Ivy bondage thing. Pretty sure that was me being felt up."

"Nuh uh. That was me holding you down. There's a big difference between that and actually feeling you up." As if to make her point, she slid her palm firmly along his bare side.

"I felt pretty felt up to me. You didn't have any of your planties down around my Johnson, but you were doing some pretty fun other things. Accomplices in feeling me up."

"Maybe next time I will just actually feel you up with them." She very lightly scraped her nails against his side, rhythmically. "-- hee. We could go to a fancy restaurant and I could try to feel you up under the table. I want to do all of the shitty romance movie cliches."

"You do that and you won't be doing it for long before I pull you under it." His eyes went to half-lids as he looked up at her, his own hands moving to her thighs. "We can do whatever you want, Jade."

"It's okay for you to tell me what you want, too, you know." Affectionately, she licked the side of his throat, a placating little gesture.

"When I figure out what that is beyond just the broad generalization of 'more of this'? I'll let you know." His hand comes up to grab at the base of her ear, tugging gently.

She whined appreciatively, tilting her head a little into the tug. "Would you still date me if I stopped the spontaneous sex?"

"Yes. I'd console myself with pie and furious jerking off sessions."

That gave her pause. "-- but not jerking off into the pie, right?"

"Eww, no. I have to eat that."

She snickered, settling. Not tired, but comfortable, content to lie there in mostly silence, until - "How have you not had a girlfriend by now?" It's not a teasing question; she seriously sounded baffled. "Highschool must be waaaay different than I was imagining."

"High school's high school, but... I dunno. I guess I fall into the one percent of the school's population that isn't fabulously gorgeous. You've seen the others from my home. Put me up against them and that's why I'm single."

She wrinkled her nose at that, pretty clearly unhappy with that answer. Almost huffily she answered, "I think you're fabulously gorgeous. You have a good face."