Well, she's not about to argue. He moves over, and her thighs move up to rest against his hips, snug and warm, and so very needy for his touches. When he does find the knob and Erica falls back, she grabs a hold of Stiles taking him down with her. Her kisses match up to meet his, hasty and animalistic, not with any sort of class or tease. She's too far into this to care about any girlish thoughts on beauty she might have. Just Stiles, and if he likes what she's doing, she likes it too.

"Stiles," she manages to moan out, grabbing his hips so she can grind up on him. "I thought we were going to your house."