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Post by malia on Feb 5, 2023 23:16:27 GMT -5
She doesn’t argue as he tells her he wants to go ahead and finish what he’d started. She knows how he is when he sets his mind to something. Nothing she could say or would say was going to change his mind. So, she watches him as she sets about his chores, getting the diapers out, the wipes, organizing all of Ava’s little things. And then starting on the pack and play so she could sleep beside Malia in the room. He’s getting much better at it than he was when they’d first gotten it. She still didn’t have the patience to try and figure it out. She looks down at the baby in her arms, the very tiny little girl that had half of her heart. She looks like Stiles when she’s like this, her eyes closed, her hand resting on her breast as she alternates between soft suckling and dozing off. Malia smiles, leaning down to kiss her forehead. She’d done well in the car, as well as could be expected.
Finally he finishes what he’s working on with a sigh. He looks tired, anxious, and sad. Mostly sad. And it makes her heart hurt. When he was sad, she felt sad. She didn’t know why. Maybe that’s just what happened when you loved somebody. She’s just about to tell him to shower again, hoping it will relieve some of the stress of being in the car for so long with a crying baby and traffic, but he beats her to it. He relents, rubbing his hand along his face and making his way to the bathroom. He shuts the door behind him and she hears the water come on. She needed to be close to him, to comfort him.
She pulls Ava from her breast, the baby mostly sleeping instead of eating now, and she burps her gently. She quickly changes her diaper, rubs her soft skin with some lavender lotion and dresses her own of her little sleepers. She rests her down in her makeshift bed and she stretches briefly before closing her eyes again. Malia covers her up with her blanket and leans down to kiss her again. “Goodnight my sweet girl,” she whispers.
She pulls her shirt the rest of the way off, her shorts joining it on the floor as she makes her way to the bathroom. She’s quiet as she opens the door, not shutting it all the way behind her in case Ava woke up and began to cry. By the time he notices her, she’s already out of her bra and underwear and is completely naked. Her long hair is pulled into a messy ponytail from the drive and she pulls back the cheap hotel shower curtain so she can climb in with him. Before he can say anything at all she presses her lips to his in a hungry and hopefully comforting kiss, her hands making their way to his ass so she can pull him closer to her naked body, licking the sweet shower water from his lips.
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Post by stiles on Feb 10, 2023 21:05:01 GMT -5
Stiles doesn’t realize just how cold and wet he is until there’s nothing left to do. And by then, he’s shivering in the cold tiled bathroom as he waits for the water to warm up. For a minute, he can’t think of anything but how cold he is, and then he’s surrounded by the hot water of the shower and he almost wishes he was cold again.
It’s harder to quiet his thoughts then. Stiles tries to focus on what’s happening in the other room, but the sound of the shower drowns out anything happening on the other side of the wall. So he’s left with that anxious knot in the pit of his stomach. The one that formed when they left that morning. The one that pulls tighter every time he thinks about heading to his grandmother’s house tonight. The one that feels like a lump in his throat when he thinks about the funeral in the morning. God knows he’s attended more than his fair share already. Enough that there should be some kind of exemption. Like a punch card that gives you your tenth cup of coffee for free - after he loses so many people in his life, he should get to not attend another funeral.
He turns up the temperature of the water until it’s hot enough to almost stop his thoughts. It works intermittently, leaving his skin red and a little raw, but it doesn’t work as well as Malia does. He’s just been sucked into another spiral of his thoughts when he hears the door open. At first, he thinks she’s just going to the bathroom because she thinks nothing of sharing the space with him at any time, but then he hears the zipper on her cutoffs, the clasp on her bra. Her clothes joining each other on the floor form a cadence that quiets his mind, and then she’s pulling back the curtain and stepping inside.
Her hands are immediately on him, pulling him closer as her mouth seeks his out hungrily. And he simply lets her. He sinks into her kiss, moaning against her when she cups his ass, pulling him closer. His cock twitches in response to her warm skin pressed against his everywhere as his hands settle on her lower back, trying to do the impossible and pull her closer still. That single kiss becomes a series of kisses, each longer and deeper until the last until when he finally pulls away, he’s a little out of breath. “Is Ava asleep?” he asks her. Even though he knows the answer if she’s here with him, that knot in the pit of his stomach loosens a little when she nods.
If nothing else, at least he hasn’t absolutely wrecked the baby’s schedule by dragging them all the way up the coast with him.
She doesn’t immediately move back in to kiss him again, and he moves one of his hands to her face, caressing her cheek before he slides it back into her hair. He tugs gently at her ponytail before he searches for the elastic, pulling it free so that her hair spills down on her shoulders, sliding the elastic onto his own wrist. It’s the kind of thing that would’ve driven Lydia crazy, but Malia doesn’t seem to mind at all as he moves his hands into her hair, running his fingers through it before bringing them to rest at the base of her skull, and he loves that about her. He presses his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs because he’s always struggled with apologizing.
He punctuates the statement with another kiss, keeping one of his hands on the back of her head as the other slides down her arm until he settles on the curve of her breast. He cups it gently in his hand as he feels her fingers wrap around his length purposefully. It’s obvious what her intention is. Clear that she wants to make him forget about his worries, at least for now, and he silently wills his mind to quiet again, his body to give in to hers.
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Post by malia on Feb 19, 2023 23:30:52 GMT -5
She wants to stop for a moment, just briefly, and tell him about all of the reasons that he does deserve her. About how lucky she feels that she’s standing here in this shower with him, that he’s her mate, and that he made Ava with her. About how much she loves living life with him, even when he doesn’t understand her needs as a coyote. But she has never been good with words and has always been much better with her body. It seems to be able to tell him the things that she can’t really get out with her mouth. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get any better at it. Living so long out in the woods, only spending time with other’s like her made the ability to communicate by human means get lost to her. Parts of that had come back, but parts of it maybe never would.
She watches him as he pulls her hair down, feeling the way the still dry strands spill down her back as he slides his fingers into it. He looks so sad, so beautiful and perfect. His eyes search hers and she moves her thumbs to his lips, letting them gently slide to the corners of his mouth. They’re soft and wet from the water of the shower and she licks her lips as she thinks about kissing him. But then his hand is on her breast, extra sensitive from Ava having just nursed. She sighs with pleasure as his thumb runs over her nipple and she doesn’t waste any time before letting her hands drop down to his cock. It’s already growing hard against her, a familiar tingling spreading from between her legs as she grows wet with desire to have it inside of her. She wraps her hand around his girth, her thumb ever so gently brushing over the tip as she begins to stroke him. It’s slow and sensual and her eyes never leave his as she squeezes and moves, up and down, tighter and then loser. Once she makes her way to the base again, she lets that same hand cup his balls, her fingers. His moans tell her all she needs to know as she massages him gently.
She gently nudges him back against the shower wall, moving her hands away from him and wrapping them around his neck so she can wrap both of her legs around him, trapping his cock between them as she kisses him hungrily. She knows he can feel how wet she is, and she rubs herself against him as she lets her fingers tangle in the short strands of hair at the nape of his neck. She kisses her way along his jaw and to his ear. “It’s going to be okay,” She whispers gently. She knows that it won’t make much of a difference with how he’s feeling, but she needs to say it. “I’m right here with you.”
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Post by stiles on Feb 26, 2023 16:31:43 GMT -5
It’s amazing how quickly this works for him. Being physical has always been her thing. It was the way she avoided her anxiety over math tests, pinning him to his bed when he tried to walk her through logarithms. And it was the quickest way he could walk her away from the ledge when she was certain she’d never catch on to some human experience. And it’s probably a sign of how far they’ve come together that now her coping mechanism can also pacify him. He’s been a mess of nerves and worries and grief all day, and then she takes him in her hand, and he forgets how to be anxious - at least for the next few minutes.
His thumb rubs back and forth over her erect nipple, but it’s mostly mindless. He doesn’t register the way her skin becomes sticky with milk because he’s too focused on the combination of her hand moving up and down his length and the way she’s looking at him. His teeth graze his bottom lip as he fights the urge to pull her closer and kiss her again. Because he doesn’t want to look away. Her expression is so full of love and understanding, maybe more understanding than he’s ever seen from her. Which makes sense because if there’s anything they both understand equally, it’s loss. But when she moves her hand down and cups his balls, squeezing gently, he lets his eyes close, his head falling forward.
By the time she’s pushing him back against the shower wall, she could lead him anywhere and he’d just follow. He grunts when she wraps herself around him, at first from the impact, but it becomes a groan of pleasure as her body settles against him, pinning his cock between them. Her body is wet and hot and every time she shifts against him, he feels like that sensation alone might be enough to push him over the edge. Her voice is soft when she speaks, just barely audible above the water in the shower, but he catches every word she says. He’s not sure it’ll be okay, but he knows that she’s there. That she’s been there since his dad called with the news, comforting him like this then, and then simply going along with his plan to travel up here, even if he never asked her if she’d come with first. She’s been there. She’s there now. And there are no words to tell her how much that means to him.
So he doesn’t try. But it spurs him on as he wraps his arms around her, turning them around so it’s her back against the wall instead. She keeps her legs wrapped tightly around him, but it gives him more leverage as he moves his hand between their bodies, finding her hot center. He doesn’t waste his time as he moves his finger to that sensitive bud, stroking her gently. She swears as her head falls hard against the wall, and it’s all he needs to know that she’s as ready as he is. He keeps one hand on her hip as he moves the other to his cock, guiding himself inside of her. It’s an unfamiliar angle, but she works with him, adjusting her body against him until he slides inside of her, taking his time until he fills her completely. He brings his lips back to hers then, not moving inside of her as he kisses her again, running his teeth over her bottom lip. Kisses her until she’s groaning in frustration and he finally begins to rock his hips against hers.
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Post by malia on Jul 2, 2023 22:45:33 GMT -5
She’d never been good at knowing what to say. Not when he was sad, or upset by a bad day he’d had at work. She didn’t even really know what to say when they had a fight. But this she knew how to do, and she think maybe he understands what she’s trying to say just by the way she moves her body. She loves him so much. She would do anything for him, maybe to a fault, including kill or be killed. He was her mate. And just like the instinct to do anything for him, the instinct to take away his pain was just as strong. And she’s good at it, at least she thinks maybe she is.
Their kisses are hot and wet and her breath comes in gasps when he finally gives her what she knows they both need. He’s hard and full as he fills her and she wraps her legs more tightly around him pull him deeper. Her breath is hot against his shoulder as he finally begins moving, her moans loud and sharp…all thoughts of the baby gone from her mind at the moment. She lets her hands run down the strong lines of his back, his muscles strained as he supports her weight and manages to thrust his hips against her. She lets her hands come to rest on his backside, squeezing him gently as her claws just barely graze his skin and she bites at his shoulder. It feels good. Better than it should. She was doing this for him. But maybe She’d needed it more than she thought she had too.
He hits her deep as she pulls him closer and she knows that neither of them are going to last very long. It had been a long day, filled with tension, and they were desperate to be lost in each other just like this. “Stiles,” She half whispers and half growls against his skin, begging him for more. She attempts to move her hips against him as he pushes, though it’s hard for her pinned up against the wall like she is. She wants to make it last, but she’s not sure she’ll be able to. She moves one hand from his backside to his cheek, forcing him to open his eyes and look at her as her own eyes flash blue. She studies his face, memorizes him as they continue this dance they seem to have perfected.
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Post by stiles on Jul 14, 2023 11:04:50 GMT -5
He didn’t realize just how much he needed her until this moment now. Until she’s surrounding him completely, her mouth on his mouth, and it’s still not enough. She tightens her legs around him, and he sinks somehow deeper, and it’s like she envelops him. Her thighs flush against his hips. Her claws grazing his sensitive skin. Her teeth pressing against his shoulder. It’s not enough to make him forget his grief (he’s had years of experience to teach him that nothing is quite that strong), or enough to forget his regret over the way he handled himself in the car, or enough to forget anxiety over Malia and the baby being in the same room as his family, family he hasn’t seen in years. But having her this close, this immediate, this all-consuming is the first time he feels like everything will be okay.
She says his name like it’s a plea, and he feels that tightness grow low in his belly. As much as he wants to live in this moment with her for forever - or at least through the weekend looming ahead of them - his need to lose himself to her is far greater. He pulls his hand away from her hip only to have her legs reflexively tighten around him in the same moment her body contracts. “[iFuck[/i],” he groans as his hips jerk in response. After everything she’s done for him, the least he could do is let her come first, but his body has a mind of its own. So he takes her wrist instead, guiding her hand between their bodies to her center, before his own hand returns to the wall beside her head to brace himself.
He picks up the pace then. Or really, his body has already started to move faster on its own, his hips jerking as they search out that release. Malia’s arm tighten around him, her claws digging into his backside as her teeth bite down a little more firmly on his shoulder. He can feel the flurry of activity as her hand moves between their bodies, touching herself, and he can’t look away from her. Her head falls back against the wall of the shower as she closes her eyes, and it’s witnessing her own ecstasy that sends him over the edge. He groans as he comes, spilling himself inside of her as her legs tighten around him. But he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow as he keeps his eyes on her, watching her as she cries out, her body contracting sharply around his own as she finally joins him in that moment of release.
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