Taking a deep breath, Dara chewed on her bottom lip, her fingers skimming gently over Stiles' skin as she drew him closer. She needed him, she needed his scent on her; enveloping her and masking her own. She wanted him close to her, to hold her and keep her as close as she wanted to keep him.

"That's...yeah. Okay, that's a good plan, yes. ...I'm sorry," she said, the apology barely audible. Maybe this wasn't what Stiles wanted; maybe she was a disappointing first because she was barely in her own mind and maybe this was asking too much of a friend.