Rae Thorsdottir is not a fan of Tumblr (prettylilthundr) wrote in multifariousic, @ 2015-09-07 19:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, rae thorsdottir (prettylilthundr), stiles stilinski (notdyinghere) |
WHO: Rae Thorsdottir & Stiles Stilinski
WHERE: Her apartment
WHEN: Late night, 9/6, after Thor’s arrival
WHAT: Post-drop of the L word
WARNINGS: Fluff; some suggestive adult behavior but in fade to black style.
STATUS: Closed, Complete
Relief did not even begin to cover even the tightest corner of the gambit of emotions running through Rae after she had seen her father again for the first time. He had not known her, but he had welcomed her as if he had. Rae had not specified her mother nor Torunn’s, because he did not ask and she did not wish to ruin a much-needed reunion with her father by upsetting him to say they had different mothers. Less so did she want to see the look on his face should he pick up on the past tense which Rae reflexively used when she spoke of her late mother. At some point, she supposed that discussion would be required, but not tonight. Not when he was so excited to have met children he did not realize he had. Not when she had missed him so badly over the time she had been in both the City and now in this place. Another time, she told herself. Rae had taken her leave again from the Tower after a few hours spent letting her father get to know her as well as she felt comfortable allowing him to do in one sitting. It was a lot of information to take in and Rae knew that; excited or not, she did not wish to overload him. On the way back to Brooklyn, Rae thought on how surprised Stiles had seemed when she had told him that she loved him and she wondered had she not said it before? It had not been her intention to keep it from him, but perhaps it had not surfaced in conversation prior to tonight. Making her way up to her floor and then the door leading into her apartment, Rae was quiet as she unlocked it and let herself in. It was extremely late and she did not expect Stiles to be awake. In spite of the fact that she agreed to wake him when she arrived, she did not wish to do so with the sounds of her letting herself in, lest she panic him in the reflexive response of hearing someone else entering a personal space. Sure enough, Stiles was in her bed sound asleep when she arrived and Rae smiled fondly at him. Her best friend, her love; her perfect human. Stripping herself from the confines of clothes as she always did as soon as she was in the privacy of her own apartment, now that she felt no pressing need to feign modesty for Stiles’ benefit, Rae moved toward her bed, lifting the sheets and slipping between them beside him. “I am home, my love,” she said softly, running her fingertips over the bare skin of his arm with feather-light touches. He was probably being stupid and Stiles knew it. The fact that she had finally said it, and the way that she used it as a term of endearment, went straight to his head and Stiles felt like he was floating every time he thought about it. The moment they had finished their conversation on the network he had explained to his roommate that he was going to spend the night with her, although he refrained from gushing about exactly what had happened. The other version of him went through times of being sensitive to the subject due to whatever situation his own love life was in, and Stiles didn’t want to assume anything anymore, so he did his best to keep everything as modest as possible. In reality, however, he couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off of his face, and once he realized that he didn’t even have the attention span to watch television he decided to move to her bedroom and try to relax in bed. He alternated between taking deep breaths to calm himself and thinking about her which had the exact opposite effect, but eventually he must have fallen asleep, because he was stirred awake slowly by the sound of her soft voice and the way her fingers brushed up against the skin of his arm. He didn’t open his eyes just yet but he reached over for her in bed, his fingers landing on the soft skin of her hip; he was still getting used to that, the fact that she walked around either half naked or completely nude when no one else was around but them. He sure as hell wasn’t complaining, though, and her presence brought another smile to his lips before he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against the closest part of her body, which felt like her collarbone. “Hey,” he mumbled lazily, finally opening his eyes although it didn’t seem to do too much in the dark. His hand wandered up to find its way through her hair before pulling her closer, and lips trailed against her skin until he found her mouth for a soft but lingering kiss. He wrapped his leg around her, still wearing his boxers, and he rested down against the pillow before idly running his fingers through her hair once more. “How did it go? Good? What time is it?” Rae lowered her head to brush her forehead against the top of his head when Stiles leaned to kiss her collarbone. “Hey,” she echoed, sounding both endeared and amused by the sleepy rasp in his voice. As his hand moved up and into her hair, Rae moved closer to him, her body all but pressing up against him by the time he had kissed her. He always felt so warm and comforting to Rae. Stiles was her home away from home. With a soft hum, Rae curled closer against him when they parted again, her fingers going back to their feathering sweeps over his arm. “It went very well,” she replied, minding the volume of her voice, because she did not wish to keep Stiles awake if he was more tired than he was willing to admit. “It was incredibly relieving to see him again and that, even though he did not know me, he was willing to embrace me anyway.” Tilting her chin up so that she could reach to press her lips softly against his forehead, Rae smiled again. “Nearly three,” she replied in response to his question about the time. “It is very late, my love,” she tacked on in a whisper. “We should rest.” He smiled when she spoke fondly of her interaction with him, and Stiles was glad; he knew how important Thor was to her, and knowing that he had accepted her with open arms despite not being the version that she knew was important to him. He gave a little scoff when she said that they should rest and he shook his head, his arms slipping their way around her waist to drag her into him so he could lie on his back. “Naw,” he started with a little smile, his mouth starting to trail the soft skin of her shoulder now. “It’s still early, we’ve got more time. Like I said, no work tomorrow. Just a party.” His hand wandered down her waist until it took his place back on her hip, and Stiles leaned up to steal a chaste kiss from her. “I’m awake. See? And you don’t sound tired.” He wasn’t even sure if that last part was true, since he had been paying more attention to her words than her quiet tone in his efforts to wake himself up, but the hand that was on her hip moved again to trace small shapes against her outer thigh with his fingertip. “I like that.” He finally admitted, and he was thankful that it was dark in the room so she couldn’t see the heat he knew was rising to his face. “When you call me that. I like it.” Rae hummed a soft laugh when Stiles shook his head. Just hearing his voice, she could tell that he was tired, still, and rightfully so since they’d had a long day at Six Flags and then she’d woken him at three in the morning upon her return home from seeing her father. “You are still tired,” she pointed out with a small smile, her fingers making their way up to thread through his hair. She was a little tired, as well, if she was being honest with herself, but restless was still going to plague her, because she wanted to be up all hours with her father getting to know this version of him. Realistically, she could not do that, but the desire was still there. Her eyes fluttered shut in a slow blink at the sensation of his fingertips moving over her skin. “When I call you my love?” she asked to clarify. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “You are my love, so I am glad you like it, because I intend to continue to call you that,” she teased, tilting her head down to nuzzle her nose against his. Stiles made her feel like she was the most important, beautiful, interesting person in the whole world and she loved that feeling. She had felt the awful pull of her heart when Caroline had left and she could only pray that Stiles would never be taken from her like that. Even if he came back — and she would wait forever — she did not know that she could emotionally survive the loss. "No, 'm not tired." He grumbled in return, unable to help himself from cracking a smile as he leaned in closer to her, the hand in her hair moving to the front of her face in order to brush it out of her eyes. "I already got a little bit of sleep, I want to spend time with you before we have to get up and be around a bunch of people." Stiles knew that Rae was right, he really should get back to sleep, but he was too wrapped up in her to even consider that. How could he spend time holding her if he wasn't awake? Her question pulled another grin out of him and he nodded before confirming aloud, "yeah, that. I like it when you call me that." His eyes searched her face in the dark for a few seconds before he moved in to rest his forehead against hers. "I don't have a name to call you though," he sounded a little disappointed, because he was. "I feel like I should have something. In not really good at stuff like this." He and Malia were never ones to use terms of endearment but perhaps that was why he enjoyed it as much as he did. "Are you tired? Do you want to go to sleep...? I mean, we can talk in the morning before we go if you want." Smiling, Rae shook her head. “Yes, you are,” she countered playfully and knowingly. He was fighting it and she had to give him credit where it was due, but he was very clearly tired, and understandably so. “You know that the party does not begin until five? Of course we will go over earlier than that, but it does not begin until five. We have all the time in the morning you could ever want,” she promised, but she was not going to fight him if he continued to insist upon staying awake. She was not, by any stretch, ready to sleep just yet, herself, and she would like it, admittedly, better if Stiles was awake, rather than asleep. To illustrate it, she gave him another lingering kiss on the mouth. His disappointment gave way to a sympathetic look from Rae. “Yes, you do. You call me baby, sometimes. Or babe. You said that those were pet names; is ‘my love’ not the same?” she asked. “And I am not tired, yet, but if you are tired...I will let you be the little spoon tonight, if you like…” she offered, grinning playfully, because it was a title that they shared, alternating, depending on their moods on a given night. He couldn’t help but grin when she challenged him, and Stiles shook his head in disagreement although he knew if he spoke aloud again she would argue, and probably win. He was a little sleepy, and she had a point that they had the whole morning and most of the afternoon tomorrow, but he still didn’t want to stop being in her presence. Not yet. “Yeah, I do call you that, that’s a good point,” he agreed with a little shrug, and he supposed if that was enough for her then it should be enough for him. “I don’t know, we need something better. I need something better, I’ll think of it.” His arms found their way around her waist once more, and at her offer he shook his head and instead dragged her until she was leaning over him. “Naw, I don’t want to go to sleep until you’re tired.” He hesitated for a few seconds before leaning up to pull her into another soft kiss, a hand moving up from her hip to the side of her face so he could pull her down to meet him. Lips moved from her mouth and against her cheek until he found his way up to her ear, and Stiles couldn’t help but crack a small smile before muttering against her skin, “I could make you tired. If you wanted me to.” “I like them,” she replied simply. “Those are things that nobody else calls me, so I like them. They are just for you,” she added in a soft voice, stroking his cheek with the backs of her fingers. “But if you want to come up with something different, I am sure that I will love it just as much.” Rae’s eyebrows lifted and she grinned at the words in her ear. “Oh?” she asked. “You believe you, already impaired by your own sleepiness, can still make me tired? I like your ambition, my love.” She paused to give him a chaste kiss, pulling only a hair’s breadth away so that her own lips still brushed against his when she tacked on, “I want you to.” Stiles blinked when she made the comment on his sleepiness yet again, and he shifted to suddenly sit up on his elbows before giving a little huff of a laugh. “Hey, what the hell is that supposed to mean? I’m not like, lethargic or anything…” With a grunt he shifted again and he took Rae by the shoulder, giving a little push to move her onto her back beneath in him the mattress. Stiles was always just guiding her; Rae didn’t move unless she damn well wanted to, the woman had an amazing body but Stiles was almost positive that she was 100% muscle, and he wasn’t stupid enough to think that he had the strength to actually move her completely on his own. He shifted to hover over her, grabbing the blanket and pushing it off of the bed carelessly before leaning down to press a gentle kiss against her jaw that slowly worked it’s way down to her neck. “Then I will. That, I can do.” |