[Anita chokes back a laugh at the innuendo. A couple of years ago, she would have been red in the face, but now she had the grace to be amused. Extensive time spent in Dean Winchester's company had been enough to desensitize her to a hell of a lot of things that used to make her blush.]
Aw, how cute. It's like having a trophy husband.
[She grins, bracing one hand against her waist and cocking her hips to the side as she turns her attention to Derek. Two miles? Very doable. She was used to doing four -- alone. Two with company was a hell of a lot more enjoyable.]
I may have to make a habit of tagging along some mornings, then. I've got that same rule, by the way.
[She gives Stiles a nod of approval, forcing a somber expression. It isn't entirely convincing.]
Basically I don't believe in doing anything I don't feel like on Sundays.
[She still went to church, though, whenever she could make it. Alone, but she went.]
And he cooks, too. [ Stiles winks at her for that comment, elbowing Derek in the chest lightly, then runs a hand over his own hair, jerking his head towards the path. ]
Thank you! That's how it should be. It's the lay on your ass and do nothing day, period. [ He laughs and waves over towards the forest. ] Ready to go?
I also double as a sugar daddy. [ Derek's comment is completely dry as he comes back to the conversation at large, actually paying attention now that his preliminary scan of the neighborhood has yielded nothing amiss. Thankfully-- having the threat right in the heart of his territory is something he doesn't want.
He rolls his eyes at them both in regards to not doing anything on Sundays, adding a slight shift of his head in it as well. But he's been coerced rather convincingly into staying in bed with Stiles when it comes to Sunday mornings. ]
You two will get along just fine. [ Rolling his head with an actual purpose, he cracks his neck and shoulders before looking to the forest. ]
[Oh, she likes both of you. She nods, rolling her right shoulder back in its socket a couple of times to loosen it. She'd already stretched before coming outside, glad to have a nice, clean, non-skeevy living room carpet to do it on rather than the floor of a seedy motel room.
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Aw, how cute. It's like having a trophy husband.
[She grins, bracing one hand against her waist and cocking her hips to the side as she turns her attention to Derek. Two miles? Very doable. She was used to doing four -- alone. Two with company was a hell of a lot more enjoyable.]
I may have to make a habit of tagging along some mornings, then. I've got that same rule, by the way.
[She gives Stiles a nod of approval, forcing a somber expression. It isn't entirely convincing.]
Basically I don't believe in doing anything I don't feel like on Sundays.
[She still went to church, though, whenever she could make it. Alone, but she went.]
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Thank you! That's how it should be. It's the lay on your ass and do nothing day, period. [ He laughs and waves over towards the forest. ] Ready to go?
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He rolls his eyes at them both in regards to not doing anything on Sundays, adding a slight shift of his head in it as well. But he's been coerced rather convincingly into staying in bed with Stiles when it comes to Sunday mornings. ]
You two will get along just fine. [ Rolling his head with an actual purpose, he cracks his neck and shoulders before looking to the forest. ]
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[Oh, she likes both of you. She nods, rolling her right shoulder back in its socket a couple of times to loosen it. She'd already stretched before coming outside, glad to have a nice, clean, non-skeevy living room carpet to do it on rather than the floor of a seedy motel room.
She could get used to this pretty damn fast.]
Ready when you guys are. Let's go.