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[ Though they were on a shaky truce with the Argents, Diana could at least trust that they wouldn't shoot at her or the pack with aconite laced bullets any time soon. "Trust" was a... generalized way to put it, but it was the only word she really had at the moment. Because she couldn't say the same of outside hunters who came through hearing there was a growing pack roaming the city of Beacon Hills, ones that barely followed the code.

She'd lead them away from the pack, and away from the Hale house where Isaac had been hiding when she yelled at him to, but now she's left roaming with nowhere to go and a bullet wound in her leg, aconite oozing into her system. Reaching quietly, she pulls the hood of the stolen red hoodie up over her head, hiding herself further as she hunches in it and her jacket.

With a quiet and discontent rumble, she walks up the front steps to the Stilinski household, not quite noticing the droplets of blood trailing down her legs as she holds a hand out to knock dizzily on the front door rather than attempt to climb through a window. ]

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[Oh okay. He's down with this. Easily twining his fingers with hers, his mouth draws into a little grin and he pulls them towards him, kissing the top of her hand. and mumbling against it, eyes lit up with his mischievous grin.]

Is this going to be the new reward system? Because I can so get behind that.

Well, if that's all you want as a reward.

[ Both of her brows quirk up, and she leans back from him, the corners of her mouth quirking up in cruel amusement. But it's the fond variety she tends to offer the members of her pack, Stiles included. ]

No! [Almost immediately, he scrambles to cover that less than smooth answer out--even with his arm flailing, he doesn't let go of her hand.]

I'm pretty sure that is a tier based reward system, I'm just saying. And that took a lot of blood and sweat and tears and early onset scoliosis.

[He is pretty much wrapped, Diana.]

[ Diana lets her arm go ragdoll limp so that Stiles can actually move it as he flails, clearly still amused as he does. Really, he's way too easy. It's sort of endearing. ]

And how many hours did you devote to that? [ She leans into his personal space again, close enough that all she has to do is tip her chin and she could kiss him. But she doesn't. ]

[Stiles inhales sharply the minute she comes into his space--it's not out of fear or anything, but she definitely startles him. And, okay, hell, that's really exciting. Closing an eye as if thinking about it for a second, he responds with.]

Long enough that I woke up with the imprint of my keyboard on my face?

[ It's always interesting to catch Stiles off guard, especially since no two reactions are ever the same. He has a way of making the same string of words or expressions sound or look even the slightest bit different. ]

You need to stop doing that before you have a permanent imprint.

[ She rolls her eyes, but then she tips her chin and presses her lips to his. ]

Use it to cover up my moles. [He mutters that against the kiss, grinning like an absolute moron at his stupid joke and at the kiss, and lifts his other hand to thumb at her cheek. His dad isn't mad at him. He has a girl in his room that he's actually allowed to have there. The girl is kissing him.

Life is so perfect right now.]

Edited 2013-02-25 06:22 (UTC)

I like your moles. [ She nips at his bottom lip in admonishment, nose scrunching with annoyance before she brings her free hand up. Her thumb automatically maps out the course his moles make on that side of his face, dipping and sweeping across them as necessary. After looking at him long enough, she knows the exact path they have.

She'll never admit to it, though. ]

Glad someone does. [His eyes flutter shut as she traces his moles, and Stiles drops his hands down to rest on her waist, ending up settling on wrapping them around her, instead, giving just a little tug to haul her closer.]

[ Despite how stubborn she typically is, she goes easily as Stiles pulls her closer, bringing up her other hand to set it on his chest. The other continues to map out the path of his moles as she kisses him, letting out a low rumble at the back of her throat. ] I like each and every one of them.

[ Diana taps a finger against his chest, teasing. ]

[He can't help the grin that crosses his face, and Stiles murmurs against her mouth, keeping his arms tight around her and giving a teasing tug close.]

Even the ones you haven't found yet? Because there are a lot of them. Like, a lot.

[ Raising a brow, she pulls back from the kiss to drop her hands down. A small smirk quriks at the corners of her mouth, just before she takes hold of the bottom of his shirt to pull it up over his head. ]

Time to fix that, I think.

[THROWS HIS HANDS UP IN THE AIR]

Yesssssssssss.

[ She just. Laughs at him, trapping him in his shirt while his arms are raised. It leaves him open for her to press her mouth to his throat, leaving an open-mouthed kiss there before biting softly at the vulnerable span of skin. ]

Edited (REPEATED WORDS NO) 2013-03-01 19:33 (UTC)

Youmfmohmygod. [He doesn't even get to let out his retort--one minute he's muffled and the next he's making a noise at the sudden kiss, his back arching upwards out of reflex. Well, holy hell, he's completely down with this mole hunting plan.]

[ Grinning as she pulls back, she slowly slides his shirt off completely, eyes bleeding into red. But she knows she should dial back a little, considering that the sheriff is downstairs and the door is partially open. So she leans in to kiss a path along his cheek, following the moles. ]

Oh my god?

Oh my god. [Half confirming, half teasing, he tries to look down and see if she's left a mark, cocking his head enough to the side that there's room for her to continue her path as his less than smooth mouth continues to betray him.]

I am just saying. Totally forgot the ones in my pants.

I'll take that into consideration.

[ Rather than be particularly annoyed by Stiles' oh-so smooth mouth, Diana just calmly rolls with it, working her way down in a path that's set by his moles. He really is covered in spots, moreso than she actually realized. So, of course, she's going to enjoy every minute of kissing and biting her trail across his body.

As she comes to his collar, she leaves a bite there. Light enough that it shouldn't actually hurt, but hard enough to leave a mark. ]

[Dropping his head back, Stiles beams, pleased with this development, and hisses out a "yessssssss", making it even easier for her to get at his neck. He does, however, bring a hand up to rest in her hair, fingers threading through the soft strands, and makes a soft noise at the bite.

Awesome. This is so awesome.]

[ Rolling her eyes at his hissing, Diana tips her head just enough to look up at him from under her eyelashes, cocking an eyebrow. There's a soft rumble building at the back of her throat, but it's not threatening. Unless one were to consider the next firm bite she presses against skin to be a negative thing rather than a positive thing.

She highly doubts Stiles will. ]

[ Considering the 'nngh' that escapes him at the bite, it's pretty obvious that he's not minding. His free hand comes down to wrap around her waist, sliding long, dexterous fingers up under the too large shirt (that he is considering giving t Diana forever--she makes his whole wardrobe look less tragic plaid more screaming hot woman) and spreading them wide across her lower back.

This is still awesome. Really awesome. He leans backwards a little more against his headboard, pushing the shirt up. Might as well get back to where they started.]

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