Propping herself up on her elbow after he had gotten up from the bed, Dara pouted silently but visibly that he was putting clothes on again. She sure as hell wasn't going to. She wished that he wouldn't, either. She was just going to have to get them off of him again sooner than later, anyway. He had to know that.

"...yeah, sorry..." she replied sheepishly. Although, maybe, she thought, it was actually better that she'd been so needy at the time. Maybe that meant her focus had been so shot that there was no way she'd have been disappointed in the awkward flopping, flailing of a teenage boy's first time having sex. It worked, she supposed, in their favor.

Dara offered Stiles a smile when he crawled back up beside her and she curled against his side, slipping one of her legs between his and nuzzling her nose against his jaw. That, too, was part of the heat; attracted and interested or not, Dara wasn't really very big on that sort of physical affection after the fact. Cuddling was one thing, but being all girly about it wasn't really Dara's thing. Except, evidently, when she was heat, it was. "So...?" she all but purred — because dammit, Dara did not purr.