Scarlett's mouth was open as she watched him, on the edge of her seat as she waited for him to be pushed over the edge, like she'd been waiting for this moment her entire life. It took her everything to not slide her fingers inside herself and come with him, but this was about Stiles, not her. There was something so satisfying about watching him decorating his stomach with his own come from looking and thinking about her. And she didn't think anyone was capable of doing it as beautifully as he did. It made her want to always have a front row seat to this.

She moved over to him to lean over and look down at him. "Are you okay? That took a lot out of you, huh? Literally," she giggled.