PSL Box

[useofcuriosity]

 

 

Want to play a PSL or a Prompt? Me too! Lets DO IT.  Give a prompt, a word, a picture. Or, start a scene with a fancy au. I'll tag you! It's neat! It's fun! GO JOE.

Examples:

Everyone shift to the left (your character is a werewolf? Now they're a banshee. Or a hunter. Whatever!)
Nogitsune Stuff
Grey's Anatomy Universe
Otherwordly

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[useofcuriosity]

He might have tipped the guy entirely too generously. Oh well. "I did indeed."

[lefthandedgenius]

"What are we going to do while we wait for it to get cold?"

Is this the same girl who was sobbing in the stairwell maybe an hour ago?

[useofcuriosity]

He is in a bit of wonderment about that. "I think we can think of a few things, yeah?"

[lefthandedgenius]

Presumably the pizza is left on a counter or table somewhere, and to be honest Lydia isn't all invested in it. She is however, letting her feet bring her nose to nose with Stiles. And if he lets her, she tugs the hem of his scrubs off, so she can his shirt right off of him.

"We are two particularly brilliant people. I don't see any reason why we can't come up with a few options on how to approach this problem."

[useofcuriosity]

"I'm pretty clever when I put my mind to it. You never know what either of us might come up with, really." Right now, he's setting his mind on getting her into his room.

[lefthandedgenius]

She seems inclined to assist this notion of his. He's kind of leading her, and she's walking backward in whatever direction he's guiding her. But since he no longer has a shirt, she just leads him along by he waistband of his scrub pants. Which gives her the means to kiss him again, and him a little bit of a harder time navigating.

[useofcuriosity]

But? Eventually? They'll get to his room, and he'll just have to help her with her own scrubs. That's polite...to an extent.

It's not entirely altruistic.

[lefthandedgenius]

Lydia appreciates his courtesy. And she's a big fan of his altruism.

To top it off, she seems to thoroughly lack anything resembling body shyness when it comes down to it.

[useofcuriosity]

Which is absolutely something he can appreciate, of course. And he can appreciate that right on over to his mighty convenient bed. Which is even made, miracle of miracles.

[lefthandedgenius]

It won't stay made for long.

He'll find out she's quite the explorer, not one to lay back and let him do all the work. She tries to find all the spots - not just the universal ones that everyone knows - that make him react, like she's storing them for later.

If it occurs to him that there might be a later.

[useofcuriosity]

It occurs to him that he'd like there to be a later. And another later, and a days later. Even as he explores further, finding her own spots and memorizing them.

He never forgets anything to do with Lydia Martin, and this will be no exception.

[lefthandedgenius]

There's that spot on her shoulder and the nape of her neck, and basically anything having to do with the small of her back will curl her toes. She laughs a lot, but it's not at him, it's with him, and that makes the essential difference.

While objects in motion tend to stay in motion, people it would seem, inevitably come to rest. Lydia Martin is laying on his bed, her limbs tangled in his. She's naked, they're sweaty and satisfied, and reality might be questionable for him at the moment, but if he pinches himself or counts his fingers...it's not a dream.

[useofcuriosity]

Stiles may, in fact, feel the need to count his fingers. Or hers. But he manages to supress that urge, and pay attention to this moment with her. Watching her, and eventually smiling at her.

[lefthandedgenius]

"You're grinning like a loon." she tells him, though she's smiling too. "I'm guessing that means I was up to expectation."

[useofcuriosity]

"Oh, you're amazing. And awesome." The question is, really, did he.

[lefthandedgenius]

"True facts." she agrees, stetching in a feline fashion along the length of his mattress. "You're pretty amazing yourself." Not what she expected. To be entirely honest, she wasn't sure what to expect. But Stiles, he pays attention.

"I think the pizza is definitely cold now."

[useofcuriosity]

"You know, probably? Good thing I've got an oven." You know, in case she doesn't quite like cold pizza as much as he does.

[lefthandedgenius]

"I don't mind it cold." she says, adding, "I don't even think I'm ever actually going to think about cold pizza quite as mundanely as I have prior to today ever again."

[useofcuriosity]

Stiles laughed at that. "Me either, honestly."

[lefthandedgenius]

"Can I borrow a shirt?" Like as not any one of his shirts will come down to her knees, giving her adequate cover when they finally make it to the kitchen.

If they make it to the kitchen.

[useofcuriosity]

"Yeah, sure. Of course." He'll even grab her one.

[lefthandedgenius]

She lets the shirt slide down over her torso, and with a pat to Stiles' stomach, pads barefoot through his apartment over to the table, plucking up a slice of pizza and chomping on the end. For all the world like this is an every day thing.

[useofcuriosity]

Stiles grabs his own clothes, following her out and grabbing a slice of pizza himself. He would not be lying if he said he kind of hoped this did become an every day sort of ting.

[lefthandedgenius]

She noms on the pizza slice, turning to watch him as he follows her from the bedroom. She wants to ask him if he got tested yet, but somehow this feels like the wrong moment.

"Did you get the entire shift off, or are we due back?"

[useofcuriosity]

Since he hasn't, yet, it might be exactly the wrong moment. He went in for an MRI, and ended up having a panic attack before he could actually finish the scan. That had been...something. "Yeah, whole shift."