It’s their first official date. Or whatever. It’s Cora birthday and even if she didn’t want a party, she doesn’t have a choice. The ice rink is full of Scott and Derek falling on their asses, and Erica wrapping feather boas around everyone’s shoulders, Boyd cutting cake and laughing at everyone.
Stiles pulls her away from the crowd, holding the small of her back while she tugs her hair out of the flower crown Allison made her. The smell of the flowers tickle her nose but Allison looked so happy when she asked her to put it on. She smooths out her hair and looks for a place to put it, finding the best place is atop Stiles’ head. His scent calms the flowers.
“We need pictures to mark the occasion.” He grins, moving to slide onto the seat, flail his arms around her to close the curtain once she’s settled next to him.
“I’m not quite sure this’ll work, Stiles.” She shakes her head as he punches at buttons.
“What? Why not? Oh, shit. The flash. Wait!” The counter is already counting and gets her mid-movement, him reaching out to try and cover it, mouth gaping open. The noise he makes when the flash goes off makes her laugh. The second photo is just that, her laugh as he looks at her confused. He chuckles, “Wait, I’m not fucking up?”
“N-No,” She shakes her head through laughs, “You just care too much.”
“Oh really? I can be carefree. Watch me strike a pose!” And he does, looking at the camera. Only he does it too early, which throws her into another fit of laughter. That’s the last picture.
She snorts and pulls him into a kiss, feeling the tickle of the boa against her bare shoulder as he chuckles against her lips.