We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.
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REACTIONS:
➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.
➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.
➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...
➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.
➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.
➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.
➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.
➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!
➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.
[Things are still...weird. Not like Stiles has ever been close with Allison, but they're paired for an English project and he feels sort of like he's dicking Scott over as he slinks past Chris Argent--pretty sure he's being sized up, even now--and up the stairs to Allison's room.
The door's ajar, and he can hear music playing so knocking is sort of an afterthought, drumming his fingers against the door jamb as he pushes it open and--
Allison is definitely on the bed and her right hand's definitely slipped past the open fly of her jeans and this is like every accidental mental image Stiles has ever had when Scott goes in for the sexy over-share.]
Oh my God! [Stiles means to back out the door and close it once he's safely in the hallway, except instead he slams it shut while he's still in her room and he slaps a hand over his eyes as he reaches for the doorknob again.] Oh my God I'm sorry.
[It's definitely a little weird, working with Stiles without Scott involved somehow. But it's for school, so she'll cope. The thing is though she wasn't expecting him over yet and she's had a lot of pent up energy lately. The downside to dating yourself is there's no release for all those teenage hormones.
So she had decided to take matters into her own hands, slipping them inside her open jeans to press into wet folds. She's so caught up in what she's doing that she doesn't even realize the door's opening until it's too late and she hears Stiles' panicked reaction.
Her eyes widen as the door slam behinds him and she's quickly redoing her pants.]
[Yeah, Stiles is pretty familiar with that predicament, seeing as he's never gotten laid. Just him and the old hand in various positions, except he sort of assumed that girls just--didn't need to as often. And now he's wondering what she was thinking about and that is the exact opposite of what he should be doing right now, wow.]
Your dad said you weren't busy! [His voice is about an octave higher than normal as he peeks through his fingers. Except Chris definitely wouldn't know that his daughter was rubbing one out or strumming her banjo or whatever girls call it.
His brain is just a mess of awful thoughts. Thank god no one in their weird little supernatural magnet town is a mind reader.]
I can wait in the Jeep if you need to-- [--finish up?]
[Girls don't generally do it quite as much but Allison's had to go from a fairly active sex life with Scott to nothing at all. It's been an adjustment, to say the least.]
Well I wasn't about to tell my dad I was going to do that!
[Her own voice is definitely sounding a little awkward and panicked. Of all the people to walk in on her -- Stiles? Scott's best friend? This is beyond mortifying.]
No, I'm fine.[She's not, but she doubts she could finish now anyway.]
You have to promise not to tell anyone you saw that! Not even Scott -- especially not Scott.
[ Isaac decided very early on that he needed to apologize to Allison directly for what happened in the janitors closet. Scott may have been fine accepting his apology, but he felt like he needed to do more for her. He imagined the scratch hurt pretty bad. She probably knew how to dress a wound, but the bandages in the plastic bag were mostly symbolic of him feeling a complete and total jackass for what happened. He grabbed some chocolate as well because it's not like they made a card for a situation like this. Though it wouldn't be half bad if those card guys got into this market. It'd probably make a killing in Beacon Hills.
Going through the front door was probably not a good plan considering her father still knew how to kill werewolves. Showing up to apologize for a scratch he caused on his daughter just seemed stupid. He'd take the more direct way otherwise known as her roof and then her window. He just hoped she didn't have any nosy neighbors that were looking to call the cops on some random intruder scaling the Argent home.
Isaac reached her window and rapped his knuckles against the glass. He tilted his head and strained to see inside. He caught a glimpse of her bed and her body on it. Whoa. That was not what he wanted to walk in on. Isaac pulled his head back immediately and waited. ]
[After the rush of helping hotwire the bike and showing up the alpha twins it was safe to say that Allison had some pent up energy going on. And it's not like she has an outlet anymore now that she and Scott are broken up. So it had been a matter of taking things into her own hands. To be fair, she hadn't been expecting any visitors tonight.
Which is why the rapping on her window catches her off guard -- to say the least. She quickly stops what she's doing, yanking her hand out her pants before refastening it. She assumes it's Scott because through her window was always how he came to see her when they were dating -- not that they're dating anymore, but still.
So it surprises her, to say the least when she makes her way to the window and opens it and sees Isaac there with bandages. She's already patched herself up (and then made sure to wear long sleeves so her dad wouldn't notice). She has a feeling with his heightened senses he'll know what she had been doing, but she's not going to bring attention to it.]
[ Even if Isaac hadn't really saw her through the window the scent he was picking up once the window opened was a dead giveaway. He was trying to stay as neutral as possible, but he couldn't look her in the eyes. He had just seen her doing something that was probably a little more than private. Not to mention he had to go home back to Scott's place and pretend that he hadn't seen his ex doing things. How did you play it cool? Did he need to tell Scott? Was he obligated? Was he trouble because of this?
He swallowed hard finally and registered her voice after a few moments. She had asked him a question and in normal human fashion he probably should answer it. ] I--uh--I came to check on you. I wasn't aware that you were busy with other things. [ That was probably the most polite way that Isaac could put what he had seen. He didn't wanna be vulgar about it.
Suddenly Isaac lifted his hand with the plastic bag up for her to take. It had the bandages and chocolate inside of it. ] How's your arm feeling? [ Yes. Quick change of subject might be nice. ]
[She can't help but feel a little flustered -- partly because she didn't get the chance to finish and then partly because she knows he must at least have some idea of what she was doing. At least he's not directly bringing it up. That's something. ]
Yeah. Well I mean...how would you know? [It sounds so lame as soon as the words come out of her mouth but she really has no idea what else she's supposed to be saying here.
She takes the bag from him, setting it aside before she starts pulling up her shirt sleeve to show him where she's patched it up.]
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bakerstreet2013-06-25 08:28 pm
Allison Argent | Teen Wolf
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The door's ajar, and he can hear music playing so knocking is sort of an afterthought, drumming his fingers against the door jamb as he pushes it open and--
Allison is definitely on the bed and her right hand's definitely slipped past the open fly of her jeans and this is like every accidental mental image Stiles has ever had when Scott goes in for the sexy over-share.]
Oh my God! [Stiles means to back out the door and close it once he's safely in the hallway, except instead he slams it shut while he's still in her room and he slaps a hand over his eyes as he reaches for the doorknob again.] Oh my God I'm sorry.
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So she had decided to take matters into her own hands, slipping them inside her open jeans to press into wet folds. She's so caught up in what she's doing that she doesn't even realize the door's opening until it's too late and she hears Stiles' panicked reaction.
Her eyes widen as the door slam behinds him and she's quickly redoing her pants.]
I thought you weren't coming for another hour!
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Your dad said you weren't busy! [His voice is about an octave higher than normal as he peeks through his fingers. Except Chris definitely wouldn't know that his daughter was rubbing one out or strumming her banjo or whatever girls call it.
His brain is just a mess of awful thoughts. Thank god no one in their weird little supernatural magnet town is a mind reader.]
I can wait in the Jeep if you need to-- [--finish up?]
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Well I wasn't about to tell my dad I was going to do that!
[Her own voice is definitely sounding a little awkward and panicked. Of all the people to walk in on her -- Stiles? Scott's best friend? This is beyond mortifying.]
No, I'm fine.[She's not, but she doubts she could finish now anyway.]
You have to promise not to tell anyone you saw that! Not even Scott -- especially not Scott.
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Going through the front door was probably not a good plan considering her father still knew how to kill werewolves. Showing up to apologize for a scratch he caused on his daughter just seemed stupid. He'd take the more direct way otherwise known as her roof and then her window. He just hoped she didn't have any nosy neighbors that were looking to call the cops on some random intruder scaling the Argent home.
Isaac reached her window and rapped his knuckles against the glass. He tilted his head and strained to see inside. He caught a glimpse of her bed and her body on it. Whoa. That was not what he wanted to walk in on. Isaac pulled his head back immediately and waited. ]
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Which is why the rapping on her window catches her off guard -- to say the least. She quickly stops what she's doing, yanking her hand out her pants before refastening it. She assumes it's Scott because through her window was always how he came to see her when they were dating -- not that they're dating anymore, but still.
So it surprises her, to say the least when she makes her way to the window and opens it and sees Isaac there with bandages. She's already patched herself up (and then made sure to wear long sleeves so her dad wouldn't notice). She has a feeling with his heightened senses he'll know what she had been doing, but she's not going to bring attention to it.]
Isaac? What are you doing here?
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He swallowed hard finally and registered her voice after a few moments. She had asked him a question and in normal human fashion he probably should answer it. ] I--uh--I came to check on you. I wasn't aware that you were busy with other things. [ That was probably the most polite way that Isaac could put what he had seen. He didn't wanna be vulgar about it.
Suddenly Isaac lifted his hand with the plastic bag up for her to take. It had the bandages and chocolate inside of it. ] How's your arm feeling? [ Yes. Quick change of subject might be nice. ]
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Yeah. Well I mean...how would you know? [It sounds so lame as soon as the words come out of her mouth but she really has no idea what else she's supposed to be saying here.
She takes the bag from him, setting it aside before she starts pulling up her shirt sleeve to show him where she's patched it up.]
A little sore, but alright.