Direction? What kind of direction was she supposed to give him when she was so distracted and needy that she couldn't even think straight. Literally, she was nothing short of molesting Stiles Stilinski in the middle of her loft. "...take your clothes off," she blurted out as though it was the most normal thing in the world for her to be asking him to do. "And mine," she added, because if he really needed direction, she might as well be blatantly obvious all the way around.