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?