{"id":12622,"date":"2014-04-02T22:52:28","date_gmt":"2014-04-02T22:52:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/04\/02\/%c2%a7-13\/"},"modified":"2014-04-02T22:52:28","modified_gmt":"2014-04-02T22:52:28","slug":"%c2%a7-13","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/04\/02\/%c2%a7-13\/","title":{"rendered":"\u00a7"},"content":{"rendered":"

thenogitsuneandstiles<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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thenogitsuneandstiles<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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thenogitsuneandstiles-deactivat<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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Stiles was slammed against the wall, the fiery red headed girl he didn\u2019t even know the name of smashing her lips to his. How had he ended up here? He didn\u2019t know. He remembered being angry that Lydia had dissed him (once again) and walking into a bar, talking to a cute girl, they had danced after a few drinks\u2026<\/small><\/p>\n

And now he was up against a wall, their bodies pressed together, lips molding into each others and somehow, he loved it. Because he wasn\u2019t worrying, or even caring frankly, about the other red head who had consumed him. Right now, at least, he probably wouldn\u2019t know who she was if she walked up to him.<\/small><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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He scoffed, a grin on his lips. \u201cOf course I want coffee. Who doesn\u2019t want coffee?\u201d He opened the door to the small shop, seeing absolutely nobody in there except for one person working, a tired expression to the barista\u2019s looks. \u201cWhat do you want? Cappuccino, latte..?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“I \u2026 actually don\u2019t drink coffee. Caffeine doesn\u2019t work on me. But hot chocolate\u2019s fine.” She offered a smile to the barista, hoping to make their day a little better, and found a little table to sit at. Her head still buzzed a little from the music in the bar \u2014 or was that from Stiles and the way he responded to her kisses?<\/p>\n

Fuck, he was hot. Even half-drunk and obviously nervous, he was gorgeous. \u201cI wonder what it would be like if we were sober,\u201d she mumbled.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“Oh.” He made the typical \u2018O\u2019 shape with his lips, regretting saying that part about everyone loving coffee. He ordered their drinks, instantly taking a sip of the hot liquid, even though it burned his lips and insides. Yup, now he was awake. For sure. “So if you\u2019re not a coffee drinker, is chocolate your thing?” He sat down in the chair opposite of her, setting the drinks down. Her hair was perfectly done, and it seemed so effortless at the same time. She was stunning. He couldn\u2019t believe he was sitting here.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“If I want a hot drink, yeah. Or cider, I like hot cider too. Coffee’s just one of those things,” she flourished a wrist, “you have to have a taste for it, and I just never got it. It’s like beer, you know. One of my cats at home drinks beer, it’s so funny. He gets up in dad’s recliner and drinks out of dad’s glass.” She pushed a non-existent puff of hair behind one ear and blew on her drink.<\/p>\n

“So, um, I think I know your name and that’s about it.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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