[ anon text ]

[truesight]

[ so! Alfheim. that happened. Rachel's still pretty tired from it all, mostly because she had to flex her power's abilities more than she ever had to since she got here. so she'd gone comatose for a little bit, figuratively speaking, landing face-first on Stiles' bed ( ... not like that! which is the point of this anon transmission, but we'll get to that ) and not getting up until she was sure she couldn't physically sleep anymore.

which just left her spending a lot of time with Stiles.

which is such a- it's really, really great. it's the greatest. Stiles is pretty much the greatest! and considering everything the city just went through, she almost feels bad making a whole post about this. but she's torn, okay. her best friend from home isn't here, and Stiles is her best friend here, so she can't really ask him, so.

here's this- ]

Hello, fellow Travellers!

I hope everyone is doing well.

I have a question! Well, a request for advice, more accurately.

Let's say, back home, you were in a position of power. Minor, minor power. More like you were gifted with an ability that nobody else had. It made you valuable! But that power, and those abilities, were a gift, one that you had to make a promise to a very powerful person before being presented with said gifts, even if you were the only person qualified to receive them. A willing sacrifice! To prove that you were worthy of the gifts. And if you broke that promise, the gifts would be taken away. And you would probably be cursed, somehow, but you haven't put much thought into it because that's seriously scary. Anyway.

Part of that promise was that you swore you would never- [ have sex. lose your virginity. do anything that could possibly spoil your 'maidenhood' ] -eat chocolate covered strawberries. Ever. Now, at the time, you never actually ate a chocolate covered strawberry before. So making the promise seemed pretty simple. You could handle resisting that temptation, of all things. No big deal!

But then you show up here, and you're stripped of your powers and responsibility, and all of a sudden you're presented with, you guessed it, chocolate covered strawberries. And not just the cheap, over-processed fake kind you see on the shelves around Valentine's Day, I mean freshly grown, freshly dipped, homemade chocolate covered strawberries. They're the real deal. [ "They are being offered to you by a really, really cute guy" ..backspacebackspacebackspace let's not be TOO OBVIOUS, Dare ] Juicy and sweet and perfect. Someone is here and they're offering you strawberries and you find yourself, for the first time, seriously considering taking a bite of that forbidden fruit.

My question is - do you break your promise here, knowing that the person you made the promise to might never find out? Do you take the risk of them finding out, somehow, once you return back home, even though you don't even technically have those abilities here so the promise might not count? Or do you hold true to your promise and resist all things chocolatey and strawberry-y, because you gave your word and that's all that matters?

Help!




[ ooc: all replies from Rachel will be anon unless stated otherwiiiise ]

Comments

[teenyoda]

Is that going to be about the time where you start wearing vinyl and leather and lace up boots? Because, um, yeah. That's... that's cool. That's cooler than cool.

[He was teasing back. Partly. But he was also partly really liking the idea of her in some kind of mistress makeover, trying to picture her in a black corset with spike-heeled boots...

Unf.]

[truesight]

[ she tries to stop herself, but she ends up snorting a laugh anyway ]

Holy Hades in a half-shell, you watch- way too much porn.

[teenyoda]

Can't watch any porn here.

[He actually sulked a bit about that, then went back to nuzzling against her neck.]

But it was all grade A porn. Not that I think you should be in porn. Not a real one, anyway. Maybe just... you know... dress a little... uh...

Hey, maybe I am a little tired.

[truesight]

I meant in general, you dork. It sounds like you want to dress me up like a porn star.

[ and she's still laughing, even though she's trying reallyreally hard to be quiet about it. although hey, laughing is better than- other sounds, right? can't get in trouble for laughing. ( yes they could ) ]

But anyway, you don't even need porn anymore. Just your imagination, and me. [ she's definitely ignoring the whole "I'm tired" part of what he said ] The stuff we'll get up to will be way more interesting than anything you've watched on pay-per-view, okay? Promise.

[teenyoda]

[He actually has to bite back the laugh from that.]

Oh, I don't know, Rach. I watched some pretty racy porn. I don't think you can top that.

[It was half truth, half teasing, because hey, what girl didn't like being told they weren't as kinky as porn stars?]

[truesight]

I'm both relieved to hear that you don't have porn-star expectations, but also wildly curious-

[ no she's not, but she'll bug him about this more than she'll bug him about whatever "illegal" ideas he had before ]

If I went through your internet history back home, what would I find?

[teenyoda]

Probably things that would get me dumped.

[But he's smiling, fingers tangling in her hair before he slides them free and almost pets along her back.]

And lots of things about werewolves.

oh yeah uh silly porno-talk warning??! LOL

[truesight]

You can't say things like that- [ she's just going to poke at his chest. ] And not explain. [ ..twice. but it's not in annoyance, it's that she feels like he's just teasing her and now she wants to know more. ]

Here, ready? One time I watched a clip that was of this couple riding the school bus, even though they were pretty much way too old to be in high school, but they had backpacks on so I'm guessing- [ focus ] Anyway, they were going home, I guess, because it was full of people and then it kind of cut just - bop, bop, bop - showing fewer people on the bus each time, until it was just them, and then- [ this is her "you know, they had sex." face ] - and they didn't even care that the bus driver just had to look in the big rearview mirror to watch them, they just couldn't keep their hands off of each other. It was just twenty minutes of them scrambling to get at each other on this little bus seat. Although they did sort of use the handle on the back emergency door for leverage, at some point, if I'm remembering right.

[ a pause ]

And I enjoyed watching it.

[ that's it, that's raunchy porn, as per Rachel Elizabeth Dare ]

BLEEP BLEEP WARNING FOR DIRTY TALK

[teenyoda]

[He had to fight not to laugh at that. Aww, Rachel... you bb porn watcher.]

Yeah. Yeah, that's... ah... right. So kinky.

[Okay, he was chuckling now.]

Just... never look up Mexican Donkey Show if you get home, okay? Like, ever.

[Because that was probably the least of what he'd looked up. 2 girls 1 cup? Scarred him for life. But, you know, there was also the actually sexy kinky stuff that he was trying not to think about when he was in bed with his virgin girlfriend.]

[truesight]

[ just




a really long


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Whuh-

[ let's try again. ]

Why were you watching donkey porn back home?

[teenyoda]

I heard about it from a guy. [In a movie.]

And I got curious. I was fifteen. You can't give a fifteen year old boy a computer with internet and mention donkey shows and not expect him to go look that up.

[truesight]

But that- [ a pause. ] - that's not what y- [ you're into, is it? is the question that's about to come out of her mouth, but she stops herself for two reasons. one- she's sure it's not. it can't be! right? she would have picked up on it by now if Stiles was genuinly into really weird stuff. and two- well. what if he was? she's not going to make him feel ashamed for it. she's totally sex positive! ..not sex with donkeys though. oh gods. ]

Let's not talk about porn anymore.

[teenyoda]

[It took him a second, but then he let out a short burst of laughter, hand lifting to cover his mouth after.]

Oh my god, Rachel. No, that's not what I'm into. God, no. Not even a little.

[He was still chuckling as he stole a quick kiss.]

I think I have a thing for redheads with green eyes, though. And, um...

[He could feel his cheeks heat up, hoping she wouldn't notice.]

I might also think you'd look good in black leather. Or vinyl. Or just thigh high boots.

[TMI. SO MUCH TMI.]

[truesight]

[ she's kind of hiding her face in the pillow right after he kisses her, staying there for a bit before she manages to get over her only barely averted heartattack. but yeah, so, his blushing is fine, she's blushing too. ]

Vinyl, to me, is a disk that spins on a turntable and plays music, but- Leather, though. Maybe. Even though I'm pretty sure I couldn't actually pull that kind of look off at all, you're just biased.

[teenyoda]

Vinyl is like that shiny black stuff that's not leather and isn't thin enough to be latex. And yeah, you'll look good in that. I really don't care if I'm biased since I'll be the only one seeing you in it. You would look amazing in something slinky and sexy.

Just like you look amazing in what you're wearing now.

[truesight]

Oh. But I'm in my pajamas right now.

[ which include a pair of shorts with a small S.S. embroidered along the hem, right, okay so fine.

but.

funny how thinking about Stiles thinking about her in that sort of context makes her feel completely --shy? something like that. she can paint herself entirely gold and stand in the middle of Central Park like a statue for hours and hours, but wearing leather for Stiles feels like the most intimidating thing in the world. life's weird. ]

You're definitely biased, but I'll allow it.

[teenyoda]

I like your pajamas.

[He especially liked that they had his initials on them. He liked that part the best. But he also liked that she was just... comfortable like this. Hair loose and down, warm and comfortable all relaxed in bed with him. He was happy like this.

Not to say that her in some kind of sexy dominatrix gear wouldn't probably cause him to make a mess before she even touched him, but...]

Good thing, otherwise I'd have to secretly like it anyway.

[truesight]

Such a strange boy.

[ said with a sort of sigh, the sigh of a girl who's loop-de-loop crazy in very-much-like with a strange boy. but her eyes are getting heavy, and relaxed is quickly turning into drowsy, though she's not exactly fighting it. it's late! ]

We should sleep soon, maybe. Even though I'm pretty sure I'm going to have weird dreams after this enlightening talk we've just had.

[ smiiirk ]

[teenyoda]

Hey, you knew that when you hooked up with me.

[He was wriggling into the bed, tucking the covers more firmly around them both and covering a yawn with the back of his hand.]

Yes, sleep is good. Weird dreams are also good if they involve groping.

Just saying...