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[That's probably the cutest thing, and Mae would appreciate it if not for the fact that his mumbling is waking her up. And automatically she treats him like an alarm clock, because she's not used to people sharing her bed (anymore?). Her hand reaches up blindly, patting his chin then his mouth, to cover it and keep him quiet.]

Shoes.

[ Yep, that's mumbled against her hand like a particularly vehement objection to his mouth being covered. His hand is curled around her hip like an anchor still and he snuffles a bit and shifts. ] So many shoes.

[She groans, all full of suffering, and being pulled awake by the heat and spittle against the inside of her palm. And for a second there is panic, like did she get drunk last night and who is this here with her, and then there is everything else crashing in on her. Detail after vivid detail.

She burrows herself in Stiles arms. Nevermind the world right now.]

Nyeh.

[ When she shifts closer he tightens his grip. It's almost like he doesn't want her to leave him while he sleeps. ]

Mmmmrrr...stop talking...

[Beginning to remember why she hasn't had anyone sleep over.]

[ He stirs, finally opening his eyes. ]

Mavis?

[Instinctual and unforgiving, she jabs her knee against the side of his thigh as it turns out, because how many times must she say it]

Ow.

[ He opens his eyes, glowering at the cotton candy pink of her hair. ] Is that how you treat guests, Mavis?

Stop calling me that, if you value your life. [As an explanation, she shifts her leg - the one that managed to slide between his in the middle of the night, the one precariously close to. Well.]

Haven't we previously discovered that I, in fact, do not? [ Nervous laughter. ]

I value my junk though so please do not.

[Aw, Stiles, come on - it's still fresh in her mind (and yours) and if she's unlucky, fresh as a bruise on her wrist, but don't bring that up just now.]

So if we're ever in a life or death situation where someone gives you the choice between your junk or your life, I'll know to jump in screaming 'no, take me but don't take his only source of energy'...

[ He laughs, a soft giggling thing that gets lost in her pillows. ]

You're the best.

And you - [She's thought about this in the past three seconds, and it bears mentioning.] Are actually the first man in this bed.

Sexy.

[ He stretches out, toes curling. ] It's a nice bed.

It's not that sexy -- [It could be sexier, but strangely enough she isn't in the mood to make jokes today. Not after the day they just had before.]

Thanks. It says thanks too.

You're welcome.

[ Petting the bed. ] You're welcome too.

[She shakes her head a little, and finally pulls her face away from its hide out in the fabric of his shirt, accepting that it's morning and they're up already. And that her hair must be a wild and funny mess and that she thinks he's cute when he sleep mutters even if he calls her Mae.

It has to be a sort of personal success that she holds off asking him this for this long.] How are you?

[ He makes a noise like he's been dreading the question and buries his face in her pillow. ]

Fine, you?

Hn. [She shrugs a little, and goes on treating him like he's her teddy bear for a few minutes longer if she can get away with it. Thinking about it just makes her angry, and then sad, and then angry and sad simultaneously and she's not going to cry or smash plates. So.]

[ Lifting his head to look at her. ]

It's okay if you're not.

[She finds herself blinking fast, shrugging once before turning her head to hide her face in the pillow. It doesn't seem fair, somehow, that she'd take it worse.]

You'd think with all the hot makeouts I had yesterday, I wouldn't focus on the three that make me want to throw plates at walls...

It's not as great when you get it, is it?

[ His Saya/Chase romance has made him feel a little weird. ]

Maybe it's proof it should come from the right sources.

You're probably right.

[ He didn't have fun. The only kiss that left him feeling okay was the one that didn't really count considering he's laying in her bed right now. Everything else felt fractured and strange. ]

[How does it not count if he's laying in her bed, Stiles the way your mind works isn't normal. Your canon ruins romance for teenagers.]

So consider the moral of the story - a lesson in not being in such a hurry to get laid, maybe?

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