She drags his hand to her mouth, two fingers fully engulfed between her pink lips. Stiles hisses as she rolls her tongue.
“That’s hot,” he murmurs. She drags his fingers out her mouth, her hand at his wrist, totally in control.
“You know what else is hot,” she laughs lazily. “You, taking off your pants. Now,“ she says pointedly, and Stiles nearly falls over in his haste. She slides her leggings down around her ankles in a fluid motion.
"This is actually happening,” Stiles says, voice high pitched and a little disbelieving.
“Would you be less freaked if you could see my boobs right now,” Cora asks plainly.
“Boobs are an option????” Stiles says.
Cora strips off her top, revealing a nude, functional bra. With one deft hand, Cora undoes the hook at the front, letting the bra peel away, breasts uncovered. Stiles hesitates, and Cora smirks. She drags his hand from her neck slowly, slowly down the center of her chest, then to her right breast, circling around her nipple, which hardens under the touch of his fingers.
“You get the idea?” Cora asks, her voice a little rough.
“Have you ever,” Stiles asks, and Cora shrugs.
“Once,” she says, and her eyes get distant. “You?“
"Would I look like such a nervous wreck if I had?” Stiles says with a small laugh.
Cora stalls for a moment, then grabs him by the front of his plaid shirt and kisses him soundly, lips soft but intense, tongue licking into his mouth wickedly. “Don’t worry,“ she says after coming up for air. “It’s gonna be fun.”