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Stiles Stilinski
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[Charlie isn't in the right shirt. Not that she's aware of this. At present, she;s curled up in Stiles bed, after one very...interesting and pretty awesome night, still almost entirely sound asleep in just her underwear and a shirt that really was not hers. And she looks pretty content.

There's no expression of unease on her face as there usually is when she slept. It's actually a pretty alright stretch of sleep she'd gotten, even if it was only a few hours.

She rolls over on the bed, frowning at the way the shirt twists around her. She opens her eyes to look, blinking sleepily for a moment.
Yup. Definitely not her shirt. She didn't own anything that said 'Mac and Cheese' on it.]

Hmm.

[What an intelligent and well thought out reaction, Charlie. 'Hmm'. So insightful. She looks again at the shirt as she stretches out on her stomach, buries her face in her arms to stifle a yawn and sighs softly. It seems as though 'hmm' is all she's capable of getting out.]

[Has Stiles slept? Probably. Definitely. Especially after last night. Though waking up next to someone? That is new. Brand new and kind of amazing and confusing all at once.]

Hey...

[Charlie'd suggest if that's what it takes to get the two of them to sleep well, but she's still processing what happened and she regrets none of it. She hears Stiles next to her and smiles softly, turning to look at him with a tired grin on her face.]

Hi. This is your shirt. Thought I grabbed mine.

[...she's not sorry.]

[He grins at her.] That's okay. Just be glad I didn't grab yours.

[She laughs softly, shoulders shaking some.] Your frame is a bit broader than mine. I think you'd wreck them.

[She props herself up on one elbow, chin in her hands. A bit of hair falls in her face and after several attempts to get it out of her eyes, she gives up because it's doing what it wants.]

You slept.

[He props up the same, watching her.]

A little bit, yeah. You too.

I did.

[Color her surprised.] I was expecting some sort of insomnia crash later in the week, but if I can avoid one of those as...pleasantly as we've done, I'd rather stick with what works.

[Speaking of teens getting tipsy and having sex;] Are you okay?

[There's an unspoken 'with what happened'.]

Yeah, I mean...are you? [He'd love to not have an insomnia crash, really.]

Yeah. Yeah, I am. [Really, really. She curls herself against him, her head under his chin. Her arm eases around his waist and her eyelashes possibly brush his neck some.]

I enjoyed it.

[In case he was wondering. Sure, it hadn't...been the best feeling at first? But...she'd enjoyed it.]

[He'll just play with her hair, then, shall he?]

Good. Me too. So you know.

[Oh, she's more than okay with that any time he wants to do that, she won't say no. Most likely.]

What time is it?

[He checks his TC.]

Three, it looks like.

In the morning or afternoon?

[Strangely enough, she's hoping for morning. Otherwise, she's probably out a job.]

"Morning. Definitely morning."

Jesus. [Charlie squints at the TC, just to double check.]

At least we didn't sleep through school.

[Charlie settles on the bed again, her hand reaching for his.]

Three AM is sleeping in for me. That's...bad, I think.

[Watching her for a moment.] Hell, I'm usually still awake.

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[Watching him as well, smiling softly.] I'll have to remember that net time it's three AM and my brain thinks it's time to wake up.

"Good. It's totally useful information!"

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