bakerstreet | I don't think this one has ever been posted to bakerstreet, but it's too cute to pass up!

I don't think this one has ever been posted to bakerstreet, but it's too cute to pass up!

First Kiss Meme

one. It's your first date, and you're dropping them off at the door. Are they going to lean in? Should you..?

two. You have been friends since forever. Everyone knows you like each other, but the moment quite hasn't arisen for the first kiss. Until now.

three. Awkward first kisses! Maybe you just bumped noses, or you kissed their chin instead. Time for attempt number two!

four. Maybe this is your very first kiss, or maybe it's theirs! Either way, one of you is experienced and the other isn't. What if it turns out really bad?! (But hey, maybe you're a natural.)

five. The accidental kiss. Might have tripped over your own feet, or maybe you've collided and they landed on top of you. Either way, your lips are locked- Where you go from there is up to you.

six. UST kisses. There's been some sort of tension between you for a while. Maybe you fight all the time, maybe you're in love with each other and you keep getting interrupted before anything happens. Either way, that tension needs to end now!

seven. Either pick one, mesh some together, or re-roll!

INSTRUCTIONS:

• Post with your character!
• Reply to other people with your character and go to the RNG to generate a number between 1 and 7.
• Match that number to the choices above!
• Reply to the thread starter and go from there.
• Any rating goes, but no wank, please! :>

originally from here.

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So maybe it was one-sided, but Stiles wasn't a blind idiot. Scarlett may be his best friend, but she was also a hot best friend. He felt lucky that he got to be around that as often as he was, but there were also those little thoughts that crept in when he didn't expect them. Like all the sleepovers they'd had growing up and the casual touching that they still did, but Stiles had felt a little... extra lately.

Some remnant tingling and thoughts that he was finding harder and harder to shake. What if they had those sleepover snow? They'd shared a bed before. Could they share one now? The thought had a very obvious effect on him and he found himself getting more frustrated at himself than anything. What was wrong with him? She was his best friend. What kind of asshole couldn't just be okay with that? Why was he perving it up and putting things there that weren't there?

Bitching himself out didn't stop the dreams, ones that had started cropping up in his Lydia ones and were lately taking those over now that he was coming to terms with how much that wasn't going to happen. So why could he get over Lydia but not Scarlett? This had to stop. He didn't want to keep cutting their hang outs short because he didn't want her picking up on whatever scent he might be putting out when he found his thoughts drifting. He barely got enough time with her as it was...

Which is why he slipped a hand in his pocket and covertly pinched close to his groin to try to quell those thoughts as they threatened to creep in again while they were having a 'bff night'. Pizza and games and just hanging out and he didn't want to have to screw that up because mini-Stiles couldn't be content with the jerk off session he'd had before she'd come over.

It was difficult going through puberty when you were a girl and your best friend was a guy. Scarlett remembered a time when her thoughts were purely platonic about Stiles, back when they were younger and Scarlett hadn't grown boobs yet and they watched cartoons together.

Everything seemed to change as soon as they were teenagers. The other kids liked to tease them about being a couple because a guy and girl couldn't be just friends. It annoyed them both and made them separate themselves from everyone else even more. They didn't need anyone else who just made fun of them anyway. All they needed was each other.

But ever since Stiles had started growing his hair out, Scarlett found him so much more attractive and she couldn't help but think how much better it was now she'd have something to hold on to.

Not that she was getting into situations with Stiles where she could tug at his hair, but she wanted to. She imagined them, too. Especially when the full moon was approaching and it made her feel so horny.

With the full moon a couple of days away, it was a bad idea to be at Stiles' house, but what could she tell him? Sorry I can't come over, the full moon is coming and making me super horny and I'm worried I'm going to start humping your leg if you get too close. No, she could hang out with Stiles and act normal.

She really couldn't concentrate on Mario Kart anymore and put the controller down. "I can't play this anymore." She didn't want to play video games, she wanted to play with her tongue inside Stiles' mouth instead...

...Did she really just think that? About her best friend? Why did she have to feel this way? She wanted it to stop. Stiles probably didn't see her like that anyway. He saw her as a socially awkward tomboy, that was all.

If stiles had even the faintest whiff of an inkling of her thoughts, things might have progressed very differently a long time ago. He'd put her in the 'no touchy' zone a long time ago because she was his friend. His good friend. His best friend and it wasn't like he had friends falling out of his pockets or anything where he could just throw something like that away. He loved her like a sister. Like a really hot sister. Like he was in Virginia with a really hot sister that maybe he thought about taking around to the back of the barn and--

What the hell was wrong with him. The pinch hadn't done much in terms of distracting him, mostly because his mind suddenly skipped over to her finding out and offering to kiss it better. Oh sweet Jesus. Maybe he needed to go put some ice in his boxers. Or jerk off again. Or jerk off with ice.

When she put the controller down, he jumped, wondering if she'd picked up on his scent and willing to make up any number of lies to explain it. But she didn't. She just didn't want to play anymore. Oh. Okay. He could deal with that.

"Um, okay. Wanna watch a movie instead? Or is there another game you want...?" He was looking over at her, watching her hair and trying not to remember how soft it felt. It wasn't like he'd never brushed her hair before when they were younger. He'd even learned how to braid it. It wasn't something he admitted to anyone, but he missed doing that.

Oh god, not a movie. Stiles was probably going to try and make her watch Star Wars again.

Stiles' gaze on her made her feel warm. She wished she knew what he was thinking about...

But that smell coming from Stiles. It hinted at what he was thinking about. It smelt like Stiles was as horny as she was, but that didn't necessarily mean he wanted to get horny with her. Maybe he was just waiting for Scarlett to get bored and leave so he could watch porn.

The fact that she could smell the used tissues Stiles had obviously used to clean himself up in the waste basket in Stiles' room, an obvious sign of what he'd been doing before she came over... It didn't stop her from feeling any hornier. She weirdly liked the smell. She wanted to taste it in her mouth...

"Not a movie. Or a game." Scarlett tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm kind of tired..." That was a lie. She had so much energy right now, pent up sexual energy, she didn't think she was going to be able to sleep tonight until she did something. "But I don't want to go home yet. Can we just lie down?" They'd been sitting on the floor to play video games and Scarlett wanted to move somewhere more comfortable, like Stiles' bed.

He almost made a sound at that, a strangled little stuttery whimper, but he manged to barely keep it in. "L-lie down? Yeah. Yeah. We can, uh, we can lie down. Are you feeling okay? Can werewolves get sick? God, are you wolf-sick or something?" He moved over and lifted a hand to her forehead, frowning as concern nudged arousal out of the way for a moment.

She felt warm, but then she sort of had started feeling warmer than usual since she'd been bitten. Not that he got the opportunity to be all touchy feely with her, but they still chummed around and there was occasionally touching. And Scarlett was like, four degrees warmer as a werewolf. So he couldn't really tell if the warmth against his hand was her or if she really was getting sort of sick. "You don't feel too warm. You feel woozy or something?"

Worried brown eyes were looking her over, trying to not notice things that he really shouldn't be noticing anyway. Like the curve of her breast or the way her shirt was sort of dipped down and showing off a bit more cleavage than he was used to... Nope. He wasn't noticing that.

Stiles was touching her. Scarlett bit down on her bottom lip to stop herself from letting out a whimper of her own. She felt like she had very little self-control right now thanks to the impending full moon...

Her lack of self-control would explain why she took hold of Stiles' hand on her forehead and moved it so he was touching her breast through her shirt instead, what Stiles had been desperately trying not to focus on, his fingers brushing against a little bit of skin since her shirt had dipped down. She couldn't help but tip her head back against the the bottom of the bed she was leaning back against, feeling so good from just that little bit of contact from Stiles.

"I'm not sick," she murmured, finally starting to answer Stiles' questions. "Or woozy. The full moon's coming and it's making me really..." Want Stiles' hand on her boob, apparently. And inside her underwear. She hoped Stiles would understand rather than her having to admit out loud that she was as horny as hell right now. "I need help..."

Who better to help her than Stiles? She could always count on him... He'd just never helped her out like this before.

Hand. His hand. Boob. Her boob. His hand on her boob. His hand was on her boob and it was there because she put it there. Whaaa--

There was a shudder that went through his whole body, the trembling ending with his fingers stuttering against her skin. His jaw had dropped as soon as he'd felt that soft, plump bit of her body against him and any semblance of unaffected teenage boy he might have gone for went right out the window as soon as he got the most painful erection he'd ever gotten in his life. Probably because it happened quickly and his pants were still, you know, on.

"No? Not, uh... sick. Right. You're... Help. Um... Wh-- Should I call someone?" His voice was breaking and he wanted to kick himself, but he also couldn't remove his hand from it's apparently very happy spot on her breast. It was fused there by hormones and it would take more than good intentions to remove it. Jesus, she smelled good. So good. Had her eyes always looked that dark?

And of course Scarlett knew about his erection even when her head was tipped back, displaying her neck to him, not looking at him, just feeling him on her. All she could smell was the inside of Stiles' pants right now.

"There's no one to call, Stiles. I already talked to Derek about this today." Which had been really embarrassing but she hadn't known who else to turn to. "He told me there was nothing I could do but deal with it." Either by satisfying herself or with the help of someone else. Except Scarlett had already satisfied herself before coming over to Stiles' house but that clearly hadn't solved the problem.

Her dark eyes looked at him. "Will you help me?" She pointedly eyed his crotch and licked her lips. "I could... return the favor."

Oh, oh... oh. Oh. Oh. She was... with her eyes... on his... and lips... talking...

Fuck.

His hand might have squeezed just a little out of reflex as he licked his own suddenly dry lips, eyes bouncing off of all the places he really shouldn't be looking but couldn't help himself. "Derek? You talked to Derek?" That had cut through the fog and he found he didn't like the idea of Scarlett talking to Derek about her needs. Goddamn jerk Alpha.

How could he say no? His mouth refused to let him even contemplate forming the words. "I can... I mean, yeah. Yeah, I can. I will. You don't have to, um..." He didn't want her doing something out of some form of obligation because of some wolfy need that she couldn't control. He could do whatever she needed him to do to-- yeah, and then he could go jerk off in the bathroom twenty times.

She definitely whimpered at the squeeze. She couldn't help it. Her body felt hypersensitive.

She could tell Stiles didn't like the fact that she'd talked to Derek about this, feeling the waves of jealousy from her best friend. "I'm sorry, I had to..." At least she hadn't asked Derek for help.

Stiles was right, she didn't have to return the favor, but she wanted to. She didn't voice that wish aloud though, not yet. She could surprise Stiles later, just when he thought it was time to escape to the bathroom. She wasn't going to let him go anywhere.

"Bed? Please?" She whined at him. If they were really going to do this, she wanted maximum comfort.

"Oh, god, yeah. Sorry." He pulled his hand back and scrambled to his feet, reaching down to help her up. She didn't need it, but hey, she was still a girl and his dad had raised him right. If there was going to be... stuff happening, he should be a gentleman about it.

He couldn't stop the fact that his pulse was probably double what it normally was, or the fact that he was probably giving off ten times the normal pheromones he usually did when idle porny thoughts tripped over his mind. He also couldn't help that there was maybe an outward sign of how this whole train of action was affecting him. But hey, she had to expect that to happen, right?

She missed his hand as soon as it was gone but smiled appreciatively when he helped pull her up.

Obviously Scarlett had picked up on all the signs that Stiles was really into this already. His heartbeat, his smell, what was making a tent in his pants right now... The latter she didn't want to embarrass him by acknowledging, but it was pretty hard to miss. It was almost impossible for her to take her eyes off it while she lay on Stiles' bed. Sat up on her elbows, she look at Stiles who was still stood at the foot of the bed.

"Stiles... what are you waiting for? Christmas?"

"Ho, ho, ho?" He gave her a somewhat bashful look, cheeks red as he moved onto the bed. He wasn't sure where to start and didn't want to overstep any boundaries she had.

"Um, what-- where? I mean, what do you want me to do?" There, that was logical, right? Ask her what she wanted because hey, out of the two of them, guess who had more experience?

Scarlett just giggled at his Santa impression. Anyone else would have thought it was weird and stupid, especially considering the timing, but she liked that Stiles knew how to make her smile in nervous situations.

"You could... kiss me?" For starters. "Then... whatever you imagine doing to Lydia, you can do to me." Was she jealous of Stiles' crush on Lydia? Maybe. Not that she could blame Stiles. Lydia was beautiful, confident... Everything Scarlett thought she wasn't.

"Oh, you should definitely tell me what to do." Mostly because his sexy thoughts involving Lydia were either of the porn variety or the romantic 'had three kids and a house' variety.

But he did move further up, crawling and watching her with obvious interest. Lydia might have held his romantic attentions for the last ten years, but Scarlett had always had his heart as well. Just in a sort of different, more intense way. And it wasn't like he hadn't thought about her while he was alone in the shower or his room and stroking himself before. He had. Plenty of times.

And then he'd felt guilty after. But this? This was definitely going in the spank bank. Licking his lips, he leaned in, half-expecting her to draw back and say she was kidding.

But then his mouth touched hers and he sort of didn't care if she did because even that one little touch felt like it lit something up inside him.

Her eyes flashed gold as he moved closer, wetting her own lips while she watched him lick his own. He may have half-expected her to draw back like this was all some joke but Scarlett had been serious about this from the start and leaned up to meet his mouth.

As soon as their lips touched, Scarlett felt like fireworks were going off in her head, or her heart, and it definitely added more heat between her legs. For a kiss that should have been awkward because they were lifelong best friends, it was pretty sensational, even if Stiles was less experienced with his mouth. It was the fact that she was kissing Stiles, the person who'd stuck by her through everything and vice versa, which made the kiss so passionate.

One of her hands threaded into Stiles' hair while the other pulled him down to lie on top of her, parting her legs for him. That erection she could smell? She wanted to feel it against her.

He hadn't been kidding when he'd suggested that she should be bossy with him, his attraction to Lydia making it more than obvious that he liked controlling women, and while Scarlett didn't really fall into that category often, she'd certainly gotten a lot more bossy since she'd been bitten than before. It might be why she'd been making features in his masturbation fantasies more often lately.

When she tugged him down, he moved to rest against her, feeling her legs on either side of him, the fact that he was nestled in between her thighs making his dick jump behind his pants. God, he shouldn't be this turned on this easily, but it was Scarlett. He'd loved her for years, even if that affection had been changing flavors lately.

He kissed her like he was trying to prove something, prove to her that he'd do what he could to make her feel better. That he could get her through this aspect of her werewolfiness, just like he'd been there for her through the rest of it. That he could be there for her and be good enough to make her not regret this.

Scarlett knew Stiles wasn't kidding about her telling him what to do. She knew that was what attracted him to Lydia. Scarlett wasn't naturally bossy but when she let her wolf side take over, she could be commanding. And it was her wolf that had gotten her into this situation in the first place... except maybe it was doing her a favor, helping her fulfill her suppressed desires.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles together to hold him in place and bring him closer. Their positions made her imagine going all the way with Stiles but she wanted his first time to be with someone he was in love with. She couldn't take his virginity like that, even if she felt like she almost had dibs on him.

For now, she'd enjoy the kissing and start grinding her hips up against his, creating some friction.

Oooh, friction. Friction was good. It was his friend. His two friends, friction and Scarlett, together at last. He made a sound into the kiss, knees bracing a little further apart on the bed as her legs locked around him, giving him a more solid base to balance himself on while he rocked against her.

Scarlett was clearly and idiot and he'd tell her that if she ever voiced the losing it to someone he loved thought. He did love her. Idiot. It was probably a deeper love than just some random girl he might meet and click with, so take that, miss morals. Besides, who else would know him for as long as she had and be able to put up with him?

It boggled the mind that she had.

He broke the kiss, looking down at her with red cheeks and a hungry look in his eyes. "What do you want me to do? Tell me what you want, Scar."

She liked it when he shortened her name like that. No one else called her that. No one else was allowed. It was strictly a Stiles thing.

Making out and rubbing against each other wasn't going to satisfy Scarlett forever. Already she could tell that she needed more. She wanted to take her shirt off but it was practically impossible with her back against the bed. So she unlocked her legs around him and pushed him up off her until he was sitting up on bent knees. She climbed onto his lap and pulled her shirt up over her head, tossing it aside. And then to melt his brain further, she unbuckled her bra (knowing Stiles would take forever to do it, that's if he could even manage it) and discarded that too.

Say hello to the topless best friend on your lap, Stiles.

"Touch my breasts." Was that bossy enough for him?

"Ha-- ah-- aaaah." His eyes went right to the breasts suddenly on display. Oh my god, it was highly unfair that she had such a great, great, great pair of them. And that she was now half naked on his lap. An arm had gone around her to keep her up and give her something to lean on, but the other hand was just there. Doing nothing.

So why not say hi to McCall boobs? It lifted and hesitated briefly over her, his eyes lifting to meet hers and watching for any signs of no no'ness, but he finally rested it on her and... wow. Boobs were so soft. His cheeks were flaming red, but he was also painfully hard and had his hand on a boob. Life was good. He could die happy now.

"L-Like this?"

Scarlett was pretty sure Stiles was looking at the first pair of boobs he'd ever seen in real life and he wasn't disappointed. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, watching his face. His hand wasn't doing much for her at the moment, seeing as it was just resting against her, but it still felt nice to have a hand on her that wasn't her own.

"Rub your hands against them. Lightly. You can squeeze if you want, just not too hard." This was a beneficial experience for both of them. Scarlett was going to be satisfied and hopefully quench her need for sex. And Stiles was getting his first hands-on boobs experience. "Do you like them?" Stupid question.

"Yes. Yes. Yes, so much. I like them very, very much. Nice boobs. Breasts. They're nice breasts. To go with your perfect everything else." His breath came out a little shaky as his hand did as she asked. He squeezed, gently, watching as the nipple started to stiffen and peak. Oh, wow. That was kind of cool. It reminded him of what was stiff in his pants.

He got a better hold, lifting it and feeling the weight of her in his hand, the arm around her back pulling her in a little closer. "You are... so gorgeous."

There was a little look of surprise on Scarlett's face as she listened to Stiles ramble. She wasn't naive, she knew people were capable of lying, but Stiles would never lie to her. When he called her perfect and gorgeous, Scarlett knew he meant that.

And the way her nipples perked up were like two mini erections on her chest, all for him.

Moaning as Stiles started to experiment more with his hand, being pulled closer prompted her to lean in for another kiss, using more tongue than before. She pulled back after a moment, looking breathless, glanced down at his hand on her, then back up at his lips. "Do you want to put your mouth on them?" Another stupid question.

"Yes." His voice definitely broke during that, but he didn't care in the slightest, panting and breathless from the kiss that had just stolen his will to do anything that didn't involve more touching of the very hot girl on his lap.

He looked down at his hand, lifting the breast it held a little as he leaned in and kissed just under her collarbone. Then a little lower.

Then lower still. Yes, he was sneaking his way down to that mound of pillowy flesh, hoping she wasn't too offended by what was probably jabbing into her thigh.

Two and Sixish...

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and then were was groping

Oh, hello groping. How are you?

this was supposed to be a kiss meme... oops. I'm good but should/will be asleep soon. how are you?

There will be kisses. Then there will be other stuff =) /tucks into bed. I'm good.

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