Anne Shirley-Cuthbert (gingersnark) wrote in blackpoint, @ 2014-02-02 15:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | lyle martin, stiley stilinski |
Who: Lyle Martin & Stiley Stilinski
When: Tuesday, Jan 28th, late evening.
Where: Central Park, NYC.
What: Fluffy first date.
Rating: PG!
“Son of a…biscuit.” Stiley’s change of heart mid-sentence was entirely due to the age of the kid that had bowled her over and the woman helping him up. The same woman who’d shot a sharp look her way as the blurted curse started out of her mouth. Flashing a sheepish smile at her, Stiley shifted to her knees on the ice “Two minutes for roughing, kiddo,” she joked, making the ref symbol for the hockey penalty with her arms. Tempted to ruffle the boy’s hair, she grabbed Lyle’s arm instead, pulling herself up to her skated feet. She was generally a decent skater, fully capable of avoiding collisions with five year olds on most days and even halfway decent in a pick-up game of hockey, but she’d been distracted by the tall, stupidly hot teenage boy at her side. Speaking of which. Turning narrowed eyes up at Lyle, Stiley smirked. “I’m going to assume you and your -ahem- special reflexes were distracted and you didn’t just let me get run over on purpose.” Lyle shot her a slightly annoyed, slightly baffled expression, having dodged around the mother and then back to Stiley’s side with an arm out by the time she righted herself. Even without the “special reflexes”, he was great on the ice, but not quick enough to catch her without the possibility of someone nearby seeing him move a little too fast for his own good. Shifting his arm around her back, his warm hand moved up under her jacket and pulled her in smoothly. He wasn’t immune to the few impressed looks he got while they made their way around the large rink, but did his best to focus solely on the date. His date. His head dropped down slightly to talk near her ear, not wanting to shout over nearby kids skating through. “Don’t tell me you want me to use my special reflexes in public. Where anyone can see.” He sped them up a little bit, keeping control on the smooth ice. “I can go after the little twerp if you want, make him pay for his crimes?” “Use, no. I guess not? I mean, that would be up to you. But a warning wouldn’t have gone unappreciated,” Stiley rambled, keeping a closer eye on the crowds around them if only so she didn’t dwell on the warmth of his hand - or the annoyed look he’d given her - and end up flat on her face the next time around. There was a sting in her wrist where she’d caught her weight and she let go of his arm long enough to massage it. “Ha, tempting. If only to see you go up against the lady with the scary disapproving eyes,” she smiled, lifting her eyebrows at him. Thankfully, he wasn’t currently skating circles around her so keeping up with the new pace wasn’t asking for trouble. But she did reach for his arm again, anyway. For reasons. “Maybe next time. When I’m not distracted by the fact that my wrist hurts, my butt is damp and freezing, and you still look like you walked out of a GQ ad.” “Warning you wouldn’t have stopped it, I know how clumsy you are.” Lyle flipped around with a grin and started skating backwards, directly in front of her. It was a risk, considering there were people in front of them and the chances were high he’d run into someone, but he took it just so he could talk to her face on. The grin didn’t dissipate with her current state of complaining, though he did manage a somewhat fancy move just to give a look around her and down her back. Righting himself back and skating into her personal space, Lyle waggled his eyebrows at her. “Your butt still looks good from here, at least.” He punctuated the sentence with letting a hand trail down to run over the curve. He apparently didn’t give a shit that they were in public, on ice and he was skating blind. “I can’t apologize for my own good looks, but I can say you aren’t doing too badly yourself.” “It’s the thought that counts, butthead,” Stiley tossed back after the clumsy comment, making a scrunched face that was part ‘yeah yeah I know’ and part ‘show-off’ since he had swiveled around to skate in front of her like it was the easiest thing in the world. Unfortunately, her mock-offense couldn’t really stand up against his face, let alone the blatant PDA and compliments. Dropping a flattered, smiling glance to their feet, Stiley focused on not kicking his skates. “But that thought counts too,” she murmured just barely loud enough to be heard over all the noise around them. Lifting a glance back to his face that was unfortunately on this side of moon-eyed despite any effort she tried to be cool, Stiley exhaled loudly and nodded her head towards the side of the rink. “Think we could take a break anyway? Just a second to get my bearings back.” Very narrowly avoiding a skate-in with a nearby older man, Lyle dodged and made a quiet apology before pulling on Stiley’s hand toward the edge of the rink. Dating was almost like second-nature to him. Something he was good at, even with his terrible choices in previous girlfriends. He knew how to put in effort, it just wasn’t something he’d done recently. Jackie had more than a few high requirements that were tiring enough to meet, and he had to keep reminding himself that Stiley was probably the lowest maintenance girl on the radar. “We’ve been here for a while, you know.” Reaching the side of the rink, he slipped out so he could turn back and offer her a hand while she stepped off the rink. “We could just head back. Or go get some hot cocoa.” His stupid smirk was still in place as he glanced down at her jeans. “Or to get you out of those pants.” Lyle purposely worded the statement to be full of innuendo, but was nice enough to follow it up immediately. “So you can change them.” Clomping off the ice a little less gracefully than she would have preferred, Stiley only let go of his hand so she could lean against the rink wall and stretch her legs for a second. She’d learned the hard way over the last three years that there was no quicker way to feel out of shape and breakable than to spend all her time around werewolves, but she was always so determined to keep up that this fact didn’t often have time to catch up with her until her body complained. Then again, Stiley ignored it half the time, and now was definitely no exception. Flashing a bright grin, she reached out to tug him towards her with both hands digging into his coat. “Right, right. To change them. I think I’ll survive. Probably...” The fact that her instincts were constantly going to be shoving her towards getting naked with him was not lost on her, but neither was the fact that she was still a little terrified of everything that would mean. Or wouldn’t mean. Her head was a mess and her hormones weren’t any better. “With the aid of hot cocoa and some assistance in keeping warm, anyway,” she finally added, sliding her hands inside his coat and tilting an off-kilter smile up at him. Lyle constantly had to stop and remind himself to slow down, there were humans around. He’d always been athletic, but never to this degree, and his body felt completely new and energized nearly all the time. Not a complaint, it had come in handy more than once and allowed him to move into Stiley’s personal space without any breathlessness. Slipping both hands along the space of her hips, he leaned in and lent off a little of his warmth. “Yeah?” He’d told himself not to get involved, but that was well out of the window just a few days past with all the Scott stuff. It was complicated, and it was going to stay complicated, he knew. But he couldn’t deny that of any one of the people closest to him, Stiley had been there the most. Even outside of Alex, who was his best friend, Stiley knew him the best and understood him even better. Understood him more than Lyle even understood himself. “Creepy observation, but I’m pretty sure your heartbeat isn’t getting any slower, and I think it’s a little dangerous to go back on the ice with it beating that fast.” God, she could get used to this. It was such a stupid, teenage girl thought, but Stiley couldn’t stop it from warming her from the inside out. She did manage to resist the urge to just bury her face in his neck and purr like a freaking contented cat, and for that she was proud. Instead, she pulled her hands out from under his coat and grabbed the edges to tug him down closer to her mouth. “Creepy observation is creepy, but not inaccurate. Though, to be fair, I’d bet good money my heartbeat is often a bit fast. Like a rabbit. Or, uh, something less fluffy?” Oh god, she was going to start rambling again. Wrinkling her nose, she lifted a hand to brush her fingertips along his jaw. There was no purpose to the action except to touch him in a lazy, appreciative sort of way. “On an unrelated note, you should know that you sort of cursed yourself with that ass grab back there. Opened an epic can of PDA worms....which, I realize is probably the least sexiest way I could have phrased that. Wow. Sometimes I outdo myself!” Lyle was chuckling when he leaned down for a soft, gentle and brief kiss. It was way too easy to get carried away with her, and even if he didn’t mind PDA - at all - there was something not-so-attractive about damn near humping your date up against the wall of an ice skating rink. He had more control than that, at least. Probably. He hadn’t actually dated anyone since he became a werewolf, but there was the hookups that had helped him learn to control things. As much as he regretted things with the twin, he’d learned a lot about keeping the wolf at bay. It didn’t help the teenage boy in him, that was already shifting slightly uncomfortably against her, but the wolf was taking a quiet nap. “Just like a rabbit. You fit the fluff quota pretty well.” His hand reached up to brush through the front layer of her hair. “But that’s mostly when I’m around. No complaints, it’s just unusual.” For him. He still remembered the conversation with Alex about hearts racing and being excited when a person was around, which had been something he hadn’t experienced back then. He found himself laughing more with Stiley than he expected, chuckling again with her word vomit. “I know what you meant, but we can do without that image. But you should probably know I really don’t mind PDA. As long as it’s not gross or creepy people are watching.” The ‘mostly when I’m around’ comment earned him a second scrunched face, but since she couldn’t argue the point, Stiley zeroed in on the rest while enjoying the fact that he seemed to be enjoying himself as much as she was. “Can’t be that unusual. I’ve been lucky enough to overhear entirely too many cheerleaders talk about you at school. Colorfully, I might add. Maybe you just don’t listen closely enough.” A pause followed as Stiley’s mouth curled into a muppet-like frown. “Not that that’s a suggestion. Obviously. Oookay, moving on. No gross PDA. No creepers. Check and check.” Tucking her arm around his, Stiley linked their fingers together and started tugging him towards where their shoes had been stored. “I will attempt to keep myself under control. In the meantime, hot cocoa. Because my butt is still really freaking cold okay,” she laughed, tugging her coat tighter around herself with her free hand. Stiley’s cheerleader comment earned her a raised eyebrow in question, given he really had never paid much attention. Desperation had never been a turn-on for him - and instantly felt guilty for how mean that thought sounded in his head, no matter how true. Stiley had liked him and he knew it, but he hadn’t bothered to give her the time of day until they were forced into situations together, and when she’s finally been less likely to just stare at him and more likely to hit him. It was mostly his fault - not on her - since he knew now that she probably would’ve done the same years ago, he just never bothered to look in deeper. With his own thoughts making him feel a little guilty, Lyle squinted and shrugged it off. “Not interested in cheerleaders. So don’t worry about me taking it as a suggestion.” When they reached the shoe area, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the top of her head in an unusually romantic display. “Hot cocoa, check.” Snagging one of the benches after getting their things, he pulled her down onto his lap, wincing openly when her cold and wet butt landed on his leg. “Then back to my place?” Making a small, surprised noise when she found herself in his lap, Stiley wrapped an arm around his shoulders, her boots dangling - temporarily forgotten - from the other hand. “Gross,” she smirked. Any attempt to deliver that word with an ounce of seriousness failed miserably. But, she did manage to focus long enough to dump her boots on the bench next to them and haphazardly start in on untying her skates. “I don’t suppose you have hot cocoa at your place? Two birds, one stone.” She was really failing at this whole not rushing to get him naked business. Oh well. He wasn’t exactly helping, so that made her feel pretty damn good about it all. As much as he realized it was probably dumb to agree and take her back to his place right away, it was probably dumber to turn that kind of suggestion down. His laugh in return was a little more nervous and unsure - for him - but he edged away slightly to unlace his skates with a little extra speed. “I’m pretty sure Alex does. But don’t blame me if it’s only something like swiss miss.” Lyle glanced at her, eyes lingering while he slipped his feet into his shoes. “But this is a date, you know. I’m not trying to caveman knock you over the head and drag you back to my hovel. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.” He softened the joke with a smirk and eyebrow waggle. Clearly confused by the way this conversation had switched tracks, Stiley slid over to the bench beside him and devoted more attention to removing her skates. “Shocking as it may be, you wouldn’t need to caveman knock me over the head to get me to come back to your hovel.” She shot an amused, but still baffled look his way before tugging on her boots. “But since we’re clearing the air...I’m not going to sleep with you on our first date. I mean, I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind…,” she smirked, dropping her feet to the ground so she could lean over and lower her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “...More times than I care to admit, even. But still. I’m just in it for the hot chocolate, low grade or not, and a warm place to dry my butt.” That part was a blatant lie, but he’d thrown her with consideration and she wasn’t about to admit that she’d be surprised if she didn’t jump him for at least a healthy makeout session. Lyle’s eyes closed for a second and he shook his head slightly, more to himself than to her. He should’ve felt ashamed and apologized for making assumptions, but that wasn’t the Lyle Martin way, and he didn’t often apologize for things. Instead, he just raised an eyebrow and leaned in a little to meet her halfway, his face ducking into her neck to kiss softly. “Pretty sure I can’t be blamed for that thought process,” His head moved up and he kissed her on the lips quickly before leaning away with a confident, shit-eating-grin on his face. “Because I still distinctly remember you practically jumping me when we were at the hotel. What was it you told me…?” His voice dropped a few levels, so he was whispering loudly in her direction to not alert the people nearby of their conversation. “That you’re not so old-fashioned? Then you followed it up with a woman-power speech I would’ve agreed with if I hadn’t been preoccupied.” The kiss and the grin that followed it inspired one of her own as Stiley laughed in spite of the flash of embarrassment his words caused. To be fair, the color in her cheeks was probably something other than embarrassment, anyway. “Hey. Hey. Technically, you jumped me, pal. I just reciprocated,” she countered, her hand coming up in mock-offense even if the look in her eyes was all heated amusement. It didn’t last long, either way. “But to the point, I’m not. So old-fashioned. I am all for girl power and making our own choices without society’s input. Mine just happen to involve needing a little more...pacing?” The squint of her eyes as she climbed to her feet suggested that not even Stiley was all that sure of exactly what she needed. She just knew that she’d know when she had it, because the lingering anxiety in her stomach would be outweighed by everything else. After a quiet second with that thought swimming around in her head, Stiley reached down to pick up her skates, giving him a hooded, hard-to-read glance as she did. “That doesn’t mean you can’t warm me up with something other than hot cocoa, right?” Lyle’s half-groan, half-laugh was loud enough to draw attention from a few people around them, who shot curious glances his way. He felt bad for less than a second before rolling his eyes in their direction and turning his attention back to Stiley. Pulling her into his space, he wrapped an arm snug around her back, his hand keeping itself in a safe spot. “You’re a little bit evil, you know that? But I’m still the master.” He leaned down to give her a soft, brief kiss. “We can go as slow as you want, Stilinski.” His eyes darkened as he looked down at her, having no shame in turning the conversation a little more on the mature end of things. He leaned in to kiss the side of her jaw and whispered into her ear. “And sometimes, slow is just what hits the spot.” He could feel the spot in hell being reserved for him already. Or maybe that was the sound of her dad reloading his shotgun. Stiley was feeling pretty smug - and looking it - for about...0.2 seconds, when getting pulled into his space, and everything that followed, had her clenching her hands into the fabric of his coat just to steady herself. “Oh my god...” she laughed. It sounded like a choked plea for help even to her ears, but that was pretty accurate. “You are so right. You’re the worst.” Unconsciously tempering her wide-eyed look to something closer to moon-eyed, Stiley wrapped her free arm around his neck and tugged him back to her mouth for a kiss that was a little less brief and a lot more of a promise. When she finally pushed away, it was to spin on a heel and head for the skate rental desk, a warm smile firmly in place. “There better at least be tiny marshmallows. That’s all I’m saying.” |