#stennon tho

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Imagine your OTP getting matching tattoos or pendants

Stiles isn't particularly keen on getting a tattoo.

Which is fine with Lennon, really. She feels like she has enough for the moment.

So instead of heading into the little tattoo parlor in Santa Barbara, they go the pier and find someone who carves names into rice ("How the hell do they do that?!" "Very carefully, Stiles.") and get two necklaces - one that reads Stiles, and one that reads Lennon.

But Stiles thinks wearing Lennon's name engraved on a grain of rice is kind of girly, so he drags her to a station where there's a guy engraving dog tags, because come on, 007, dog tags are cool! and they get matching dog tags as well.

"At least if we die, they'll know who we are." Stiles muses, gazing at the dog tag around his neck that has Lennon's name engraved on it.

"No." She says, shaking her head and linking her hand with his. "They'll think you're me and I'm you, 24."

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GYMNOPHORIA; the sensation that someone is mentally undressing you

The hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and Lennon shifts uncomfortably. She gets the distinct feeling that someone is staring at her, and she thinks she knows who it is. Glancing over her shoulder, she smirks.

There's Stiles, settled on the bed, smirking right back. His eyes are roaming over her body, and he thinks that, even in her pajamas, she looks gorgeous. Her hair is spilling out of its bun, her (his) t-shirt is slipping off one shoulder, revealing creamy flesh, and her sweats are pushed up to her knees.

As she stands and stretches, Stiles wonders absently if she has any tattoos besides light and the bow on the back of her neck. That question is pushed from his mind when she flops down beside him and kisses his neck.

He might not have to wonder too much longer, he thinks.