Monthly Archives: June 2014
oh hell, I’m getting followbacks again. Uh, guys, you probably don’t want to be doing that I’m an OC.
Summer wasn’t actually sure which window was Stiles’ or if he would even be looking out to see her putting the roof back on the car. It would be different if she was just going to be right there; then she’d leave it off for the heat. But leaving her car somewhere, with the roof off, and going off elsewhere herself — well, the del Sol wasn’t worth much, but it was still her baby. Closing the trunk lid, she dusted off her hands and went up the driveway to knock on the door.
The telescope, as it so happens, has a carrying case. Stiles is at the door only a few moments after Summer has knocked on it, be-hoodied despite the fact that it’s actually summer and the warmth of the setting sun hasn’t quite bled away. The carrying case is slung over one shoulder and despite the fact that they were just talking on texts, Stiles almost seems surprised to see Summer. “—hey! Uh. Are we…are we ready? Do we need like snacks or something? I had some I hid from my Dad…”
Summer’s eyebrows slowly climb as she takes him in. “We’ll probably want a blanket. To lie on. I don’t know how hungry you get … bring the snacks anyway? If we don’t eat them you can just hide them again.” She swats at what she thinks is a bug but turns out to be the end of her braid, dangling at the backs of her knees. “And bug spray.” She reaches out to take the case from him.
“More than you might think,” she muttered.
“Why’s that?”
“That would be telling. Who are you?”
Tagged by raventheprinceofmischief, gadgeteerphilanthropist, drunkknightofcamelot
Hit shuffle on your iPod, phone, iTunes, whatever it is you listen to music on and then write down the first 20 songs that come up. Tag 10 people that you want to do it too!
- Setsunakuteii – Karaoke (Maiden’s Poem Collection; Sailormoon)
- Never Will I Break – 3 Doors Down (Seventeen Days)
- Gotta Boogie – Weird Al Yankovic (Weird Al Yankovic)
- Andante from Violin Concerto – Bach
- Beginning To Get To Me – Snow Patrol (Eyes Open)
- Lovefool – The Cardigans (First Band on the Moon)
- Pet Name – They Might Be Giants (Factory Showroom)
- If I Fall – Maroon5 (acoustic version)
- The Game of Love (feat Michelle Branch) – Santana (Shaman)
- Hawk on the Wing – Michael Longcor (filk)
- Down on the Corner – Creedence Clearwater Revival (Hey Tonight)
- Take This Heart – Richard Marx
- Here With Me – Michelle Branch (The Spirit Room)
- Destination – Imagine Dragons
- In the Cool Cool of the Evening – Frank Sinatra
- Breakfast At Tiffany’s – Henry Mancini (Best of)
- WE WISH (Ramon Zenker remix) – Hamasaki Ayumi (CYBER TRANCE)
- Have You Got It In You? – Imogen Heap (Speak for Yourself)
- On My Way Home – Enya (Paint the Sky with Stars)
- Love Letters – Diana Krall (The Look of Love)
I have 11k songs in my list, so this is nowhere /near/ representative. Plus I tag like crazy so I can play whatever actually suits my mood.
There’s no way I’m going to think of ten people to tag … lycanthropelahey, stilesthesarcasticstilinski, skinnydefenselessheroism, badassbetaisaac, badassbetaerica, formerkanima
“Arctic Monkeys with vlavla in the London sun before he’s off to Broadway and Macbeth tomorrow. Proud, proud, proud ❤” (x)
[text: Summer] i’m not worry about a convertable
[text: Summer] but i can just pick you up with roscoe if you want
[text: Summer] seems pretty silly to have you come over if we’re just gonna take the jeep anyway[text to: Stiles] you live closer
[text to: Stiles] trying to save you gas it’s expensive
[text to: Stiles] I’ll be over there in ten minutes
[text: Summer] not really worried about the gas to like the preserve and back
[text: Summer] do that drive all the time
[text: Summer] but ok
[text: Summer] ill get the telescope packed up i guess
Summer wasn’t actually sure which window was Stiles’ or if he would even be looking out to see her putting the roof back on the car. It would be different if she was just going to be right there; then she’d leave it off for the heat. But leaving her car somewhere, with the roof off, and going off elsewhere herself — well, the del Sol wasn’t worth much, but it was still her baby. Closing the trunk lid, she dusted off her hands and went up the driveway to knock on the door.
Her eyes fell shut when he pulled her close, shivering at the way he gripped her and held her close and tight. Safe. Safe and wanted, and she poured that back into the kiss, fingers closing on his arms. Somehow she managed to sustain the kiss while she writhed until she could get a hand to the button of his jeans, fingertips curling on the waistband.
Trembling with anticipation and lust as her fingers ghosted across his torso and then moved down to trace his waistband, he eagerly nodded his permission and lifted up his hips. Whimpering and tangling their tongues together, he longed for more, but for how much, he couldn’t be certain. He just knew that he trusted her and felt comfortable with her.
“Shhh,” she breathed, drawing away from his mouth slowly. It took more brain than she had while he was kissing her to unbutton his pants. One hand planted in the curve of his hip, pinning him down while she worked at the zipper. She paused there to lay kisses along the curves of his muscles, flicking her tongue at his belly button.
Something about their moving, about where they were now, freed her to be less nervous and more adventurous. She wasn’t worried about him flinching away from her touch, or about going too far — they would catch each other. She giggled at the expression on his face as he regarded her hair, and pecked his nose before scooping up a handful of strands and pouring them over his face.
He shivered at the sheer oddness yet pleasurable sensation of her hair ghosting across his bare torso, and he let out a faint breathy little sigh upon contact. Closing his eyes and contorting his body to push up against her, he grabbed at her hips with one hand, the other tangling fingers in her hair as his mouth moved easily against hers.
Her eyes fell shut when he pulled her close, shivering at the way he gripped her and held her close and tight. Safe. Safe and wanted, and she poured that back into the kiss, fingers closing on his arms. Somehow she managed to sustain the kiss while she writhed until she could get a hand to the button of his jeans, fingertips curling on the waistband.