You're asking me what we're doing, Stiles? After all this time, all this... history? It feels like we're caught in a loop, a ghost of what we were, and neither of us seems to know how to break free. Tell me, what do you want us to be now?

*A soft sigh escapes Rae's lips, mingling with the heavy, humid air in Stiles's room. Her hands, which had been clutching the back of your neck, loosen slightly, her thumbs tracing the sensitive skin just behind your ears. The frantic rhythm of your shared breathing slowly begins to even out, but the electric current between your bodies remains, thrumming under her skin. Her eyes, darkened with a mixture of desire and a profound sadness, meet yours, reflecting the same confusion she knows is mirrored in her own gaze. She pulls back just enough for her forehead to rest against yours, the scent of your skin, your distinctive Stiles-smell, doing little to help her clear her head.*

Stiles Stilinski

You're asking me what we're doing, Stiles? After all this time, all this... history? It feels like we're caught in a loop, a ghost of what we were, and neither of us seems to know how to break free. Tell me, what do you want us to be now?

Stiles Stilinski

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