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Affectionate Physical Contact

The Affectionate Physical Contact Meme

You love spending time with your significant other; but sometimes, just "spending time" with him/her isn't enough. You need to have your hands on each other every now and then.

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ONE; Hugging. You just want to give your loved one a warm embrace. Be it out of happiness, to comfort them while they're down, or just to give them something warm to latch onto, you just want to wrap your arms around them.

TWO; Kissing. Whether it's a peck on the cheek or a deep kiss, a kiss good-bye or a romantic kiss, you find yourself compelled to kiss the other person! Be as tender or as passionate as you so choose.

THREE; Holding hands. It's a simple gesture, really -- to reach out and take someone's hand. But that one simple gesture can convey any number of sentiments. What the sentiment is, is up to you, but you find yourself reaching out to take your significant other's hand.

FOUR; Carrying. Is your loved one hurt and needs a lift? Do they want a piggyback ride? Or do you just want to spare them the effort of walking? Whatever the reason, you're now itching to pick up your partner and carry them to their destination.

FIVE; I love you. You've said it before or maybe you haven't but now you have to say it again or for the first time.

SIX; Dancing. Kick up the music, because it's time to dance! But no lone dancing allowed -- you need to have a partner. Do whatever dance strikes your fancy.

SEVEN; Massaging. Did your significant other have a rough day? Did they get hurt? Or do you just feel like doing something really nice for them? Whatever it is, you're giving them a nice massage now. They'll feel wonderful in no time!

EIGHT; Flirting. The easiest way to break the ice or maybe you're just an overly flirty person.

NINE; Cuddling. Sometimes there's just no better feeling than curling up next to each other on a warm sofa. Hold each other, lie next to each other, fall asleep on each other -- it's all good here.

TEN; Wild card! Reroll, pick an option, or come up with something else!

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They'd been watching a movie late at night. Some scary flick that she couldn't even remember the name of. It had her burrowing against Scott's side though. After all, she was cold and no... NOT SCARED, but cold. And Scott? He was really warm due to being a werewolf. Even as she presses against his side, she runs a cold hand up his shirt to lay against his warm stomach.

He couldn't help but start slightly as she ran a hand up his shirt, the press of cold skin against his warmer caught him by surprise. His focus had actually been on the movie, something about scary movies enthralling but his gaze shifted to Stiles and an eyebrow lifted.

"How are you so cold?" Scott murmured, shifting some so he could wrap his arm a bit better around her because it might have already found it's way around the other--but only because she had burrowed against him first.

"Shut up, Scotty," she mutters pressing against him more. Even more when his arm wraps around her. The warmth coming off of him making her a bit tired. Or maybe that was whatever horror movie they were watching. This one wasn't scary enough.

"I've been cold all day," she tells him, pressing her hand a bit further up his shirt. "You're so warm." Even if she knew the reason behind it.

"Yeah and you're unnaturally cold right now." There might have been a tinge of worry in his voice, Scott hesitating for a moment before he started to untangle himself from her. "Hold on."

Once he could move properly, he went to grab a blanket, hauling it back and settling on the couch so his back was against one of the armrest.

"Come here."

There's a slight grumble out of the token human when her wolf decides to move. Though she's also kind of ignoring those words too. It's the moving that drives her crazy, she doesn't want him moving.

However, when he returns with the blanket and leans back against the armrest, she chuckles. "You realize that we don't need the blanket, right?" It doesn't stop her from moving over and curling up against him, pressed close to him and practically in his lap now. That hand back under his shirt.

Sorry, Scott, you're not getting away from those cold hands.

At least he's expecting the hand now; before it had been a cold surprise. Now it was just unwelcome cold. Hopefully that would change soon enough though.

"Maybe I just really like blankets," he drawled playfully, unable to help but grin as he waited for her to completely settle before he wrapped the blanket around them and settled his arms around her.

Nothing wrong with a little cuddling..right? Right.

"This okay?"

"You're always the one to kick the blankets off," she murmurs softly, getting as comfortable as she could. That cool hand caressing back and forth along Scott's stomach. "We should pick a different movie. You should pick this time."

As for cuddling, there was nothing wrong with it. Nothing at all. "This is just fine. We should do this more often."

"Not a fan of it?" he murmured back but didn't attempt to move right now, way too comfortable even with the cool hands to want to move. It felt nice to be touched okay? And the cuddling was awesome as well.

Don't judge him.

"What? Watch movies?" Scott asked, tilting his head slightly.

"The movie is kind of boring. It's meant to be scary," she tells him, fingers pressing against that warm skin a bit more. Sliding up and down rather than side to side now, hitting the top of Scott's jeans.

"No, cuddle. I like laying against you. You're warm," she murmurs softly, tilting her head up a bit to look at him better.

A slight shudder goes through him before he slowly relaxes--melting really underneath her because it felt really good. His eyes were lidded as he met her gaze, head still tilted so he looked lazy as hell but it was a good sort of lazy because it meant sleepy puppy cuddles.

"Wouldn't object to that.."

That hand that is sliding up and down his stomach slides under the hem of his jeans for a moment. If she realizes what she's doing, she doesn't say anything. Nor make any reaction that she is. Though she's more than comfortable right now. They'd have to get up to change the movie.

"Good. Maybe we'll have to make it an every night thing," she murmurs nuzzling against his chest.

"Wouldn't object to that either," he murmured, eyes slipping shut on their own accord. Not only was he a teenage boy that was getting showered with attention but he was a werewolf getting the same attention and it just made it all twice as good.

And that hand dipping lower? Oh he definitely realized what she was doing and a part of him thought maybe he should say something but it...everything about this moment felt too damn good to ruin it.

"Would we be doing that at your place or at mine?" She murmurs as her hand continues it's trail downward, still caressing skin as it went. At least her hand wasn't cold anymore. Right?

"We should shut off the movie," she tells him, letting her free hand caress against his hip since it was trapped between their bodies.

"Either. Not really picky...though I really don't want to make your dad mad," he murmured because if the Sheriff caught them like this? He might go into full blown dad mode and that terrified Scott.

...Whatever this was, mind you. Because Scott really wasn't sure and at the moment? He didn't really care.

All he cared about was what Stiles was doing and his own hands started to roam a bit as well, smoothing up her back so his fingers brushed against the back of her neck before trailing back down again.

"We should...don't want to move though."

Okay, her best friend kind of had a point. No need to do all of this at her place. Her dad would be liable to shoot Scott, best friend or not. "What is your mom going to think though?" Then again they're liable to get 'the talk' from Melissa. John's just liable to shoot Scott and ask questions later.

She leans back against the hand on the back of her neck, her fingers still caressing against his hip. While her hand slid a bit further down, past the hem of his jeans. Though they were ultimately in the way but her hands were still against warm skin.

"Don't want to move either," she mutters. "Too warm."

Now that was a really good question. He and Stiles had been friends for..well, forever it seemed like but this was definitely new. A part of him wondered if maybe his mom wouldn't be all that surprised, considering she was pretty observant and noticed things before he did most of the time.

Noticed things like his apparent attraction to his best friend? Or maybe it wasn't so much attraction as just hey I have a hot girl cuddled up to me.

Whoa. Wait. Hot girl. When did that start?

"Not sure," he finally murmured, maybe sort of blushing a bit though he was quick to duck his head slightly and nuzzle at Stiles in an almost absent and unconscious manner. His eyes close as he nudged his nose against her ear, hands reaching the hem of her shirt only to slow--hesitantly even--start back up but this time underneath the fabric.

To be honest John Stilinski probably noticed it way before they did as well. He may always be on patrol or off at work, but he noticed when his daughter had eyes on someone. Someone that just happened to be one Scott McCall. So it's likely that John would have the 'talk' with him as well.

She shivers slightly at the hand that slides under her shirt, the warmth coming off of it. So there's a soft sound that escapes her and she lets her hand caress where it was. Trapped under the hem of his jeans, along his warm skin.

Maybe it was... well, being bold perhaps, but she turns her head up a bit and kisses his jaw. After all, she's not sure how far Scott will let this go. He could very well stop her at any moment. Which she wouldn't blame him if he did. Hey, she didn't exactly think her best friend was into her any.

It wasn't that he wasn't into her; it was just that Scott hadn't realized it before. He'd always just had Stiles in that 'best friend' spot in his mind and it had kept him from realizing just how much he did like her; how much he enjoyed spending time with her beyond just being friends.

But hey, at least he was getting it now right?

The kiss to his jaw had his breath hitching in surprise and it prompted him to nuzzle her again, pressing a kiss of his own to the spot under her ear. His hands venture further up though they started to slide to the sides as he wrapped his arms around her in a more snug manner, wanting her closer and just wanting...wanting anything she was up for giving.

Which was just fine. After all, she'd had to watch as Scott went through the different people he liked. Especially now that he was a werewolf and everyone thought he was cute or attractive in some way. So she'd covered her jealousy up with her sarcasm. It was her only real defense, as it were.

Hopefully he was getting it now.

There's a hitch in her own breathing when he presses a kiss under her ear. Her heart pounding in her chest a bit. If he were to ask, but she knows he won't, he'd find out just how much she was willing to give up to him.

She gives another kiss to his jaw and then to his throat. Her hand never straying further into his jeans than what it already was. Any further and they'd definitely break that best friend barrier and into new charted territory. Then again... that hand on her back, him pulling her closer. That could easily be breaking that barrier too.

Oh, it most likely was breaking that barrier, even if Scott wasn't aware of it. His senses were on overload at the moment; the feel of her, her scent, everything about her overwhelming him and taking him over to the point that any hesitations and 'what ifs' he might have had? They were the least of his concern.

A content sound escapes him as she kisses his throat and he ducks his head slightly as he starts to trail slow kisses of his own from her ear down to her shoulder, a light nip delivered to her collar bone when he gets there.

His hands smooth back to their respective sides because she's not going anywhere and he's not about to push her away, smoothing down her sides as if memorizing every curve of her; every inch of skin he can get in contact with. And then, still lost in his own wants--drugged on everything that was Stiles--his fingers slip underneath the top of her jeans to trace along the skin there, nipping at her collarbone again to give her encouragement to keep going herself.

Because why not? They had already gotten this far; might as well see how much further it could go right? Especially since he was realizing just how much he had wanted this for awhile.

The hitch in her breathing deepens a bit when she feels those slow kisses down along her shoulder. To the light nip on her collar bone. Which has her tilting her head back some, to give him better access. Almost like a submissive wolf giving themselves up to the alpha of their pack. Not that her mind was going to that at the moment.

So when those fingers slip underneath the top her jeans and caress against skin, she blushes. Hell, Scott would probably be able to smell the arousal that was coming off of her. Something that, at times, she forgets he can do. Though she's always wondered how intoxicating a smell like that can be to a werewolf.

Her own fingers move enough to unbutton the top of his jeans, since they were kind of in the way. Once they were open though, she lets her fingers trail back down inside of them. Slipping further to run lightly over him or damn near close enough.

The baring of her throat triggers something inside him, an urge, a need to claim and make it clear that no one else was allowed near her anymore. He had never realized just how strong the urges could be, as they had never really reared their head with anyone else but with Stiles? Here and now? He wanted her to be his and no one else's. So Scott didn't hesitate to bite gently at her neck, a soft rumble bubbling up in his throat as his eyes melted into a deep red without him realizing it, the wolf edging into dominance because right now it was all about dominance and claiming. Her scent was overwhelming, just her normal smell combined with the arousal that was clouding all of his senses and it was intoxicating.

It made him want so much more than he ever had before with others he had been with.

His hips moved on their own accord as she opened his jeans, a hitch in his breathing prompting his hips to jerk some as she touched him. It felt like fire against his skin, doing nothing to quell his desire as one of his hands slipped further into her jeans as well as he finally let go of her neck and eased the mark he'd left behind with gentle kisses.

That soft rumble that escapes her best friend goes straight to her core, causing her arousal to be a bit more prominent. It's not like she was expecting to get wet just from that growl alone. Not that she'd ever admit to it. Then again with his wolf right there at the edge, on the surface... she didn't have to admit it.

On top of that she could see, partially see, the way his eyes looked. The alpha's eyes. Not the eyes of the human skin he wore every single day. "Scott..." It's soft as she presses against the hand that slips further into her jeans, her breathing coming out a bit quicker. Though it doesn't stop her from pushing her hand further into his pants, finally stroking over him.

This was definitely breaking that friend barrier. Then again... that had been broken completely the moment his wolf had claimed her for its own.

It's the way she says his name, they way she just seems to completely give in now and finally step over that line of friend and more than friends that has him doing the same. His hips jerk slightly, almost rocking into her touch as a low growl bubbles in his throat; a pleased sound though because man this felt good in ways he had never expected.

But it could definitely feel better were it not for a few things getting in the way.

His hands pulled away, as much as he didn't want to, and he started to undo her jeans in return, growling still because oh he did not want barriers right now. He just wanted her and he wanted..he wanted..

As his hands worked Scott tilted his head up slightly, enough to catch her lips in a kiss, the last care he might have given about this whole thing gone right out the window.

That growl that escapes gets a slightly muffled moan out of her. After all, she's trying not to make any noise which is hard to do. Especially when she's got those strong, warm hands over her. And then just like that, they're not anymore. No, they're doing more. Like trying to get her jeans the hell out of the way. So she does what she can and lifts her hips, so it'd be easier. Then again easier might end up with claws ripping through clothing.

The kiss is unexpected but she kisses him back, deepening the kiss and taking her free hand to wrap around the back of his neck. Her hand that's stroking him stopping long enough to push at those damn jeans. Getting them the hell out of the way.

She can't stop it, nor does she want to, when a moan slips past her lips. Especially when air hits her legs and well... she's already wet, so that doesn't help either. And getting worse every time that he growled.

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