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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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"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.

Well, be ready then, Stiles, because the growling isn't about to stop anytime soon, especially not when his sense of smell is assaulted completely by the smell of her arousal. If he had thought it was intoxicating before he had no idea what he was in for and the kiss turns almost demanding now as he pushes himself up awkwardly so he's no longer reclining back, steadying Stiles in the process so he doesn't lose contact.

He can't have that now can he?

Breaking away from the kiss, Scott licks his lips as forces himself to not just go right for what he wants and instead untangles himself enough to remove his own shirt, discarding it over the edge of the couch hastily so he can work on hers next. There were just far too many barriers in between them and it was hindering his need to claim her completely; not just with a bite to the neck but by taking her as his mate.

Mate. Girlfriend.

Both terms applied depending on which side was dominant.

No, they couldn't have the loss of contact. We're not even sure that Stiles, at this point, would allow something like that. Not when he's practically hovering over her now. That arm wrapped around her as if to keep her in place, the demanding kiss dragging a moan out of her.

When he breaks away from the kiss and untangles himself, she lets her eyes trail down over him. A blush creeping on her cheeks when he's done getting rid of her shirt. Leaving her in only her bra and panties.

She doesn't realize just how much of the wolf she's managed to wake up, nor does she care. Instead, she grabs a hold of Scott to pull him back down to her and kisses him. Making sure to arch her body up against his as she does.

He presses his body to hers when she arches, wanting to feel the press of skin to skin even if she still had some barriers in his way. Right now, this was good. This was really good.

The kiss is returned almost feverishly and he licks into her mouth to deepen it, hands sliding around to rest against her back, fingers curling slightly as his fingers dig into her skin. He's careful though and after a second his hands are sliding up, swiftly undoing her bra.

One barrier to go.

This? This was more than good in her book. Her body was pressed more firmly against his and that kiss... She didn't realize that her best friend could kiss like that. Why would she notice something like that? It's not something they'd ever done together. Though now she thinks it's something they should've experimented with years ago. Even if it would've gotten them both in trouble.

She moans into the kiss and deepens it further, nails running lightly along the back of his neck. That is until he unclasps her bra, something she lets slide down her arms. When it's close enough to her hand, she throws it aside and presses her body back up against him.

Her own hands slide down his back and into his boxers. At least with Scott there was only one barrier to get rid of and not two.

Hey, she was down to one now as well which was a definite plus in his book.

Right now though he's just going to focus on the parts of her that are newly exposed, hands sliding around to her front and up to caress her breasts lightly--almost hesitantly as a part of him that's nervous about all this creeps in--but he doesn't let it hold him up for long.

Not when she smells so amazing and he wants so badly.

He only explores for a moment more before he's pulling away from the kiss and her as a whole, a low growl bubbling in his throat as he urges her back, wanting her to lie down so he can finish stripping her and get to what he wants.

There's a shiver that runs through her body when she feels those hands slide along her breasts. Then he's pulling away from the kiss and her body, growling. A growl that gets a whimper of pleasure out of her, slight orgasm causing a bit of tremors through her body.

After she's manhandled a bit, she moves enough to lay fully back. That one barrier sticking to her a bit because of how wet she is. Her body was completely exposed to him, to do as he wished. Those dark eyes staring into the red of the wolf's even though Scott hadn't shifted or anything. It just showed her how gone he was, how much he was giving up to the wolf. And she found that she didn't care.

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