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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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.

Of course she wasn't offended by what was poking her thigh. It was a reminder that Stiles thought she was sexy. In fact, she tried swaying her body down against it, to show just how much she liked the fact that it was there.

Her hand threaded into his hair, dragging her fingers through it while Stiles pressed his kisses lower, her nipples rosy and inviting.

"I really like that you grew your hair out..." She didn't think she'd ever told Stiles that. It had been growing more everyday until it had become normal, instead of the buzzcut. "I think it really suits you."

His eyes flicked up at her, breath huffing out as she ground down against him, cheeks flushed at both her hand in his hair and the comment about it. "Yeah? I just figured it was time, you know?"

And to be honest, he was more occupied with trying not to die than meeting his barber appointments. But that wasn't what he wanted to think about right now.

Right now, he wanted to keep tasting the salt of her skin as he kissed lower. He flicked his tongue out when he reached the pink tip of her breast, feeling that different texture of her stiffened nipple, lips closing gently around it while his eyes still watched her.

"Figured it was about time you looked even more attractive?" She replied softly, her own cheeks flushed.

He looked particularly attractive with his lips on her breast. His mouth was mesmerizing. She sucked in a gasp when his tongue flicked out, moistening the tip, and then his mouth was fastening around her nipple. The fact that he had his eyes open made it sexier, seeing that heated gaze of his on her, not anybody else, not Lydia, her.

"Mmm, good, Stiles," she said approvingly, a little tug on his hair urging him to continue.

They made little comments about each other's appearance before, but Stiles had always thought she was joking. It was hard to believe that when she was looking at him like that and he had his mouth on her...

And then there was the way she said his name like that, like he was something worthwhile. Like what he was doing was making her feel good. God, he hoped it wasn't a lie. He wanted so bad to do whatever she needed tonight, to be there for her in any way. Her being a werewolf was pretty much his fault, so if she had werewolf related problems, it was up to him to fix them and make them better.

"I mean it, Stiles," Scarlett continued as though she could read Stiles' thoughts of self-doubt. "I'm so attracted to you. I was before you grew your hair out but now... Mmm, Stiles, you should feel how wet I am."

That was actually a serious suggestion, as soon as he sucked on her nipples a little more. "Can you suck on them, Stiles? Please?"

His mind was officially blown. Scarlett was hot any day of the year, but when she talked like that? Jesus Christ. He squeezed her breast, sucking on it and making a slightly drawn out whimpering sound. His dick was throbbing in his pants and the thought of her wet...

Someone might make a mess in their pants soon if someone else kept acting like this.

Stiles was doing exactly what she told him to and he was doing it well. He was really good at following instructions. "Yes, Stiles, just like that," she let him know he was doing everything right, jiggling on Stiles' lap from how good his mouth felt playing with her breast.

"You should take your shirt off," she recommended, noticing him start to get sweaty. That, and she wanted to run her hands over his chest and back. "Don't be shy, you've got a great body."

He wasn't exactly shy around her, hadn't really been before, but there was a part of him that felt like she was joking when she said he had a good body. He'd seen Derek. And Jackson. And Danny. And literally every guy they were around. He was so very not in their league.

But if she wanted it...

He took his mouth off her long enough to pull his shirt off over his head, not really staying there to show off. He moved back in to fasten his mouth to her other breast instead, making a happy little sound as his lips sealed around it.

She wouldn't joke about something like that. He didn't have muscles like Derek or the other guys on the lacrosse team but he still had a nice, lean stomach. And his happy trail? That little trail of hair from his bellybutton down into his underwear? Yeah, that made Scarlett very happy. In fact, she followed it with her fingers as soon as his shirt was off, all the way down to his dick which she squeezed through his pants.

One of her hands went back into his hair, almost stroking it lovingly while he worked on her other breast. "Mmm, love your mouth on my tits, Stiles... could watch you do this all day..." Except she wouldn't be able to wait all day to come.

"Oh my g--" He mumbled around the mouthful he had, arms both going around her and pulling her a little closer as he lifted up just a touch into her grip. No hand but his own had ever gone there and he'd felt the tickle of his skin prickling when she'd teased that trail before grabbing him. It had felt good and damned if he didn't want more.

Her hand in his hair wasn't helping, neither was her saying the word 'tit' when he had his mouth still fastened to one. He looked up at her, teeth closing softly around her nipple as he tried not to talk. No talking. Talking was bad.

She had to congratulate him for how well he was doing, for not coming in his pants (yet?) despite having a topless girl on his lap who was letting him have mouth access to her tits and teasingly touching him but not meaning to be a tease about it.

Her hand tightened in his hair, mouth falling open a little as she felt his teeth around her nipple. She'd planned on telling him to use his teeth but he'd gone and done it on his own. She wondered if he was just experimenting with what felt right or if he'd researched it or seen it in porn. "That's it," she stared back down at him, eyes glowing, "tug on my tits with your teeth."

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