( There was an unexpected friendliness to their conversation that put Stiles at ease as he managed to finally pull his wallet out of his pocket. In the past, Peter's initial response might have hit a nerve or ruffled him in a way that would have ruined an otherwise pleasant conversation. But instead, Stiles let out a small huff of amusement and shook his head as he sat his wallet down to finish with the last of the items that were his.
Any calmness he might have found was abruptly ruined by the drag of the werewolf's fingers along his spine. It wasn't a forceful or violent touch in any way, but it was firm enough that it caught his attention. It caused him to fumble the last item he had to put onto the belt and an excited shiver rolled down the length of his spine as he reached out to brace his hand on the edge of the cart. ) Holy god.
( It was enough of a distraction that he hardly registered Peter putting stuff onto the belt and by the time he shook himself out of his thoughts that had shot down a strange path and into something filthy he'd thought he'd gotten over long ago, the cashier was already ringing them up. He straightened quickly, fish-mouthed a bit awkwardly as he caught the gleam of the sleek plastic between Peter's fingers. )
Seriously? ( He raised a hand, pulled it down his face in an attempt to cover the flush on his cheeks as he shot the other man a look that said the gesture hadn't been necessary. But he still appreciated it. ) I know I'm just a lowly college student, but I can buy my own groceries. ( He sighed, moved his hand instead to slide it across the back of his neck as the other one perched on his hip. ) Thanks. ( He offered after a few seconds, hand sliding from the back of his neck to motion to the groceries. )
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Any calmness he might have found was abruptly ruined by the drag of the werewolf's fingers along his spine. It wasn't a forceful or violent touch in any way, but it was firm enough that it caught his attention. It caused him to fumble the last item he had to put onto the belt and an excited shiver rolled down the length of his spine as he reached out to brace his hand on the edge of the cart. ) Holy god.
( It was enough of a distraction that he hardly registered Peter putting stuff onto the belt and by the time he shook himself out of his thoughts that had shot down a strange path and into something filthy he'd thought he'd gotten over long ago, the cashier was already ringing them up. He straightened quickly, fish-mouthed a bit awkwardly as he caught the gleam of the sleek plastic between Peter's fingers. )
Seriously? ( He raised a hand, pulled it down his face in an attempt to cover the flush on his cheeks as he shot the other man a look that said the gesture hadn't been necessary. But he still appreciated it. ) I know I'm just a lowly college student, but I can buy my own groceries. ( He sighed, moved his hand instead to slide it across the back of his neck as the other one perched on his hip. ) Thanks. ( He offered after a few seconds, hand sliding from the back of his neck to motion to the groceries. )