"Fix it," she repeats after him, nodding her head with that same flirtatious smile she'd been wearing since the start. Erica's been a werewolf longer than Stiles, so she has just the slightest bit more control than him, but it's not a lot. An inch, not a mile. But an inch can take her a long way, and she reaches out, fingertips brushing the height of his chest.

She pulls back quickly enough, begins circling him - a predator watching her prey with a sultry eye. In her rotation, she shrugs out of her leather jacket, revealing the lingerie-looking shirt she was wearing beneath. All very usual for Erica, but normally used as just a tease, not something she was willing to commit to. This time, this time it was different, though. Animalistic - something she couldn't fight, even if she wanted too. Which, on a normal basis, she doesn't want to anyway.

She's been Stiles' for a long, long time. Before she was a werewolf, she was always his. The only difference is now there's a name to put on it - mate. Bond. Her mate, not necessarily mutual, which is fine.

"Smell that? That's me," she approaches him from the side, lips placed near his ear - close to touching it. "You did it. Take responsibility."