She wants to retort with something like, 'I had pimples, you were too cute for me,' but she decides against it. Not only would it ruin the mood, but it was a little... private. Not something she'd share with just anyone, even someone she's been crushing on since forever. She wasn't weak, not anymore.

"Here," she repeats after him, leaning in for another kiss. Well, if he'd given her the okay, she definitely wasn't going to waste this opportunity. Sure, in her mind when she lost her virginity (shhhhh) to Stiles it was a bit more romantic, but this was fine. The place didn't matter, just him was all that was important. "Here is good."

And there's a few things she needs to tell him about werewolf sex that Derek had warned her about, but... cross that road when they get to it, right? For now, she's just letting herself love him, tugging him down on her, body to body and chest to chest, fingers lightly running through the extent of his short hair.