1389 - The Abrupt Kissing Meme

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THE ABRUPT KISSING MEME

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Rolled a 4 (:

[alotofadderall]

[This would totally happen to him. Mother fuck. He's just minding his own business, walking out of the grocery store with the milk he so desperately needed for his dad's coffee and BAM! Tripping over nothing. Story of his life.

Ah, but wait, there's more. He doesn't just trip, he tries to save the milk and ends up breaking the laws of probability.

So now he's lip-locked with a random stranger, tumbling into the person's - a guy, definitely a guy - chest.

At least he saved the milk?]

I just got into the series and watched both seasons. Stiles = <3

[dickwithfangs]

[No, he did not save the milk. The milk had been saved by the vampire who's chest he was pressed against and who was, for one of the few times in his long life, fully surprised. What Stiles was grabbing was Damon's bottle of red. Wine, that is.

Maybe it's because of the surprise of it all that he lets it last longer than he'd had to, or maybe it's just because he enjoys making people uncomfortable, but it's a handful of heartbeats until he rights himself, unable to keep himself from nipping at the mouth before he stands tall with a smirk.]

I guess I should be glad you didn't try to break your fall with an elbow.

Been meaning to watch VD so I figured I'd get to know a few characters first. (:

[alotofadderall]

...I - uh - you - that's - [Stiles splutters, utterly thrown. Especially by the fact that the kiss didn't end in a rough shove and awkward explanations, but instead a definite lack of personal space - is he holding a bottle of wine? When did that happen - and woah, this guy was attractive.] ...I am so sorry.

NGL, Damon's the only reason I watch it.

[dickwithfangs]

You should be. Normally I like to be wooed first before I'll allow someone to get to first base.

[He takes his wine back, handing Stiles his milk.]

Ah, who am I kidding, I'll make out with whoever I want at the drop of a hat.

I love to use Somerhalder as a PB

[alotofadderall]

I'm afraid the only wooing I can do is to offer you milk shots with your wine. [Stiles snorts, accepting the milk with a building blush.]

Words to live by.

I have played with your Impala before. Ian is tasty.

[dickwithfangs]

[Well, look at that; mouthy but shy. Damon loved that combination.]

I'm a little too old for milk before nappy time. Why don't you come up with something a little... better.

Oh my gosh hello! Just checked your muse list. You were actually the first character I ever played B

[alotofadderall]

I wish I had time for a nap. [Stiles raises an eyebrow, though he can't stop the color in his cheeks, dammit.] Oh? Did you have something particular in mind?

Go me! I popped your muse cherry.

[dickwithfangs]

[The blushing is only making him grin wider, not moving out of Stiles' personal space by an inch.]

I have a lot of things in mind. All of them particular.

I always looked for you again but I couldn't find you. xD

[alotofadderall]

[The guy has a nice smile. Stiles should back up, shouldn't he? But...he doesn't. Oh Jesus.]

R-really? [Stiles' voice squeaks a little in surprise, but he coughs, glancing down at the man's chest, then back up again.] Um.

[Fuck, he's being an idiot.]

Dean's a mostly quiet muse. I only bring him out now and then.

[dickwithfangs]

Ah, wait, I get it. You're not into guys. Well, that's a shame. There's a lot of fun you can have with your own kind.

[Especially if that kind had fangs and the stamina to go for days.]

Well if you ever get the itch to play him, Baby's always around.

[alotofadderall]

I never - that is - [Stiles swallows and forces himself to focus.] ...I never said that, did I? I think I'd remember that if I said it. Nope, definitely didn't say that.

[Stiles coughs again, awkwardly offering his hand for the man to shake. They're in too close a proximity, really, but he's trying to focus on not making a fool of himself (mission failed) to worry about motor function right now.] I'm Stiles, by the way.

Duly noted. :)

[dickwithfangs]

Stiles? What were your parents smoking?

[He takes the hand, not shaking it so much as he just gave it a squeeze.] Damon Salvatore. Now that we've got that out of the way, are you going to do something about the fact that you're close enough to wear or...?

[alotofadderall]

Trust me, my real name is worse. [Stiles smiles nervously before his eyes widen and he quickly stumbles back with muffled apologies.] ...sorry. I should, ah, leave you to your wine. I would recommend the milk shots, though.

...Don't know if you're hardcore enough for a milk over the oreo rocks.

[dickwithfangs]

I prefer bourbon. Neat. Rocks are for throwing at people. Oreos, however... Well, there's always the fun of what to do with all that white stuff.

[His grin was catlike and wide, his eyes not leaving Stiles as the boy stepped back.]

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles isn't even old enough to drink. He wonders if Damon is mistaken about his age or if he just doesn't care. He's edging towards the latter.]

...right. [Stiles clears his throat, blush deepening.] ...the filling is the best part.

[dickwithfangs]

Now you're getting it.

[His brow rose and he moved to turn away, starting to walk over to his car parked in the lot. He stopped at the door, looking back at Stiles.]

You coming?