"Oh, I'll try." There's another wink on her end, as she sits back down, staring at him with her sultry, big eyes. She's good for the first few minutes of driving, sharing looks between the road and Stiles, before she gets a little bored, a little needy.

So she straightens how she's sitting. A hand rests on his knee, innocently - or it would be innocently if she stopped there, but of course she doesn't. Fingers travel higher and higher until they find the outline of his cock in his jeans. She doesn't delve beneath any fabric, just stays on top his jeans, rubbing with whatever vigor she feels like. It's pretty fast right now.

"Pay attention to the road, Stiles. You're gonna kill us."