[ she doesn't say it back because she thinks she doesn't need to. she's wide eyed and sex mussed and wouldn't be doing any of this if she didn't love him. it might have been more appropriate to stay on the sidelines and pry into his sexual hold ups through teasing and torment, but cora was an active player, and this had felt much more satisfying (in more ways than one) than remaining a third party viewer.
there's an air of accomplishment in the way she stands up and walks away. it's just a quick shower, because she likes the faintest smell of sex beneath the layer of soap, and they don't have to encounter any other werewolves at least until tomorrow, so what's the harm.
cora sleeps like a baby, and they don't talk about it for the next couple days. don't need to, from where she's standing, and when she wakes up one morning with the urge to slip a hand between her legs, she indulges for just a moment. just a few casual moments before she hones in on the sound of derek's footsteps, and picks herself up. she finds him in the kitchen with the peanut butter again, and smirks to herself.
it's practically a sign as she's concerned, and makes the way she slides up behind him, wraps her arms around his waist and presses her breasts into his back all the more fluid and natural. there's intent in the curls of her muscles, and the incredibly deliberate way she hadn't bothered to put on a bra. ]
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[ she doesn't say it back because she thinks she doesn't need to. she's wide eyed and sex mussed and wouldn't be doing any of this if she didn't love him. it might have been more appropriate to stay on the sidelines and pry into his sexual hold ups through teasing and torment, but cora was an active player, and this had felt much more satisfying (in more ways than one) than remaining a third party viewer.
there's an air of accomplishment in the way she stands up and walks away. it's just a quick shower, because she likes the faintest smell of sex beneath the layer of soap, and they don't have to encounter any other werewolves at least until tomorrow, so what's the harm.
cora sleeps like a baby, and they don't talk about it for the next couple days. don't need to, from where she's standing, and when she wakes up one morning with the urge to slip a hand between her legs, she indulges for just a moment. just a few casual moments before she hones in on the sound of derek's footsteps, and picks herself up. she finds him in the kitchen with the peanut butter again, and smirks to herself.
it's practically a sign as she's concerned, and makes the way she slides up behind him, wraps her arms around his waist and presses her breasts into his back all the more fluid and natural. there's intent in the curls of her muscles, and the incredibly deliberate way she hadn't bothered to put on a bra. ]