she’s warned him already, twice. he’s sitting
in the corner of derek’s couch, but cora likes
to refer to it as her spot because she always
gets the spot beside the arm chair and the
other corner is also occupied. she’s got hands
on her hips and their eyes are locked but she
knows he’s not going to move and she’s not
going to back down and that’s when she
drops down onto his lap, back pressed against
his chest and head rested back on his shoulder.
"Yeah, I was warned it was your spot, not that
I was going to end up with a lap full of werewolf!"
Stiles stares at her in disbelief, although he's
already reaching to wrap his arms around her
waist and hold Cora steady against him. She
smells faintly of the woods and lily of the valley
and oranges. It's not a scent that he's smelt a
lot before but one that he's rapidly getting used to.
"So, are you going to sit in my lap until I leave,
or what?"