bakerstreet | ( under the night sky )

( under the night sky )

ＳＴＡＲＧＡＺＩＮＧ - whether you're on a picnic blanket in a field, laying on the beach, or in the bed of a truck, you're with someone you care about and you're looking at the stars.

ＣＡＭＰＦＩＲＥ - camping is the most fun when you're with someone else. roasting marshmallows, telling stories. nature's got it goin' on.

ＰＡＲＫＩＮＧ - you're at the lover's lane, parked at the peak overlooking the city, it's just you and someone else in the car. maybe it's time to steam up the glass or hey, you guys can just talk if you want.

ＦＩＲＥＷＯＲＫＳ - may it is the fourth of july, the new year, or just because, but there's fireworks shooting off and they're magical. or scary. it depends on what floats your boat.

ＬＡＴＥＮＩＧＨＴＳＷＩＭ - maybe you're at the beach or in the backyard pool or at the lake, maybe you're going to skinny dip or maybe you'll 'fall' in with all your clothes. either way, swimming at night is pretty much always fun.

ＳＫＹＬＡＮＴＥＲＮＳ - perhaps you've lost someone dear and you want to do something to remember them by, maybe you're making a wish for the future.

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What do you mean 'next time'? Like there's some sort of definite that I'm going to wind up there.

[She was warm and easy to snuggle up to under the blanket, hands finding gaps under her clothes to play over her skin as he nuzzled up to her. The idea of hiding from the rain while still 'stargazing' had sounded weird to him, but he was slowly warming up to the idea that it was the best idea ever with the sound of the rain falling around them and on the jeep and a warm, smoochy girl in his arms.]

Um, it totally is a definite. You're like- this rare breed of goofy badboy, which is guaranteed to land you in detention at least once a week. At least. Which I've known, you used to drive Professor Snape up the wall too, but I though maybe it was just because Snape was kind of a prick. But no, nope. You're the same here.

[ she likes that his hands are wandering, she's actually really fine with it. in a way, it's a sign that he's getting genuinely comfortable around her, comfortable enough to touch without asking, or watching her like she might snap his hands off with retractable girl claws. there's none of that right now, which is great. and it's why she doesn't feel bad pressing kisses over his jaw and down his neck, right up until she's -not, because maybe she just wants to settle on top of him now, face buried against his neck ]

Luckily, I'm totally into goofy badboys.

Remind me to keep you away from the drama club. And band. And pretty much anyone that might actually catch your attention.

[Because honestly? Stiles was really okay with this whole 'girlfriend from an alternate dimension' thing. It had taken some getting used to, but the fact that his dad had known her name and had been familiar with her, even if he didn't know how or where from, that had cinched it for him.

It had also made it so that there was a lot more monitoring of his at home behavior with her living under the same roof. His dad might be happy Stiles had someone and okay with her living there, but his house his rules, right?

Which is why the jeep was such a good thing. God, he loved his jeep.]

What? Band does not a goofy badboy make. Like I said, you're a rare breed of boy. Nobody's going to be able to steal my attention away now that you've got it.

[ and she'll keep reminding him of that for as long as- well, forever. ]

Well, maybe a drama club kid... Hm...

[ she huffs, like she's totally having a hard time figuring out that brain buster, mostly just to try and tickle his neck with her breath ]

Listen here, young lady. I'm not having my universe hopping girlfriend leave me for a dumb drama kid.

[He pulled her into his lap, looking up at her with a grin as he squeezed her hips.]

They can get kidnapped to their own alternate dimension and find someone.

[ she's grinning as she settles on his lap, her hands on his chest, drumming lightly ]

Would you fight for my affections, Stiles Stilinski? Remind me why I came to Beacon Hills in the first place?

I think I would. You could kiss my poor bruised knuckles after because punching people hurts. Like... a lot.

[ her jaw drops with a very exaggerated gasp ]

You know this from experience?

I do, yes.

[There was a bit of smug satisfaction there and he grinned up at her.]

Oh.

[ her hands slide up to his shoulders and back down again, like she's ~looking at him in a whole new way ]

I had no idea my loverboy was such a tough guy.

[ like punching someone makes you tough. yeah, he probably knows by now she probably doesn't mean that in the general sense, but, maybe some part of her is into the idea of Stiles roughing someone up. especially for her. ]

I would certainly kiss your poor, bruised knuckles if you hit someone to win me over. [ a beat, a grin ] But that's not such a surprise, is it? I love your hands.

[It wasn't like he ran around punching people for shits and giggles. Punching people hurt and he was frail. Okay, maybe not frail, but he didn't have the stacked muscles behind him that others did. Punching a couple people in the face didn't make him a fighter, but he liked the way she pretended it made him something tough.]

Mmhuh. I'd kick a few drama boys' ass and get some kisses from my spoils. Those being you.

A few? What do you take me for, a h- Gods!

[ crack

so like, okay, it's been raining pretty hard, but wow, Rachel was not prepared for a shock of thunder to interrupt her, and she sucks in a breath, her hands tightening on his shoulders as her eyes blow wide. she's not really afraid of thunder and lightning, but that doesn't mean she isn't shocked by it when she's unprepared for it. the trees light up around them for a moment, though it's just a cloudy flash instead of a bolt. which is good, it means the actual storm is far off.

still, once the shock wears off, she's burying her face against his neck, laughing ]

Safest place to be in during a storm is the car, right? Does that- count if you're in a clearing in the middle of the woods?

[ at least they're not... right by the trees?? ]

[He jumped when she did, mostly because her jumping scared the shit out of him. But then he was sliding his arms around her, a hand moving up to the back of her head as she tucked her face in against him.]

We're safe here. This jeep is tough. Been through a lot. Just like me. If it can go through all that and keep on ticking, a little storm won't do anything to it. Besides, I wouldn't let anything happen to you.

My hero. [ well, that sure was.. genuinely comforting. Stiles is great at that. and Rachel's just nuzzling at his neck now, under his jaw, pressing little fishy kisses to his skin between smiles ]

Maybe we'll be stuck here all night.

[ like rain and thunder makes it impossible to drive shh ]

You think so, huh? Good thing I have a blanket in here somewhere.

[He's grinning into the red froth of her hair, amused more than anything at the less than subtle attempts she made. Well, at least he always knew where he stood with her.]

Or you could keep me warm. [ ah, she's being a brat. and maybe picking her head up so she can nose behind his ear, since she knows that's a Spot ] I for one would love to spend the night fogging up these windows. [ definitely just being a brat. as far as she knows, they don't even have any condoms. but. well. there's different things they can do. so maybe she's not kidding. the world will never know. ]

[There's a shivery breath he lets out when he feels her nudging behind his ear, hands sliding up her back as he shifts a little under her.]

I could... I could do that. I'm surprisingly warm for my size.

[Very bratty. But also very wrong. Stiles had bought some the day after she'd arrived at his house and sort of... put them in weird random places since what was logic? He currently had two in his wallet and one in the glove box. Don't judge him. He was hopeful.]

This is where I would make some joke that size doesn't matter, or that of course you're warm because you're sooo hot, but. I'm really not that corny.

[ but she's still smiling against his ear, so maybe she is that corny. still, her teeth edge at his earlobe for a bit before she's sitting up to give him a proper kiss, one that's only interrupted by a small intake of breath at the next rumble of thunder that manages to catch her off guard ]

You got a thing about storms?

[He moved so that his hands slid up the back of her shirt, rubbing at her as he kissed her back, slowly so he could taste her.]

I'm starting to figure out that yes, you are that corny.

Maybe.

[ more like a thing about sudden, loud noises, but storms pretty much fit the bill, sure. his hands on her back makes her scoot forward on his lap as much as she can, so basically until her knees are pressed to the back of the seat behind him. which still doesn't bring her right on his lap, but if he scoots to the edge of the seat she maybe will be. still, she just wants to crowd in close. ]

I'm not corny. [ she bites his lower lip then, making a small hn sound ] You are.

[He might have answered her, but that bite zinged right through him, making his hands grip at her, pulling her in even as he leaned up, angling in for a deeper, more intense kiss. She was so corny, but she was also hot and apparently his. Who knew?]

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