"Mmm. I probably have homework, right? I should do homework. Or magic, I should learn magic."

He doesn't move.

"Is there even more magic to meaningfully learn sans herbs?"

He doesn't either.

"I should probably actually try something instead of just learning the theory, but not really."

Snuggle.

Snuggle. "We can do that tomorrow."

Ade has the energy for a few more rounds, but Stiles looks completely spent. 

"I'm not a virgin anymore."

"You haven't been since Tuesday! Is the penny only just dropping?"

"I want to keep saying it. I want to shout it from the rooftops. I want to hire a skywriter, I want to start a blog, I want to publish a peer-reviewed article."

Ade giggles and kisses him. "Really, and how are the peers going to review this?"

"We could always invite Lydia."

"Now there's an idea."

"I don't actually have her number, I just know where she lives. We probably shouldn't just show up."

"We probably shouldn't, and this is the kind of thing that should be suggested in advance, with time to prepare..."

"I should get her number so we can plan in advance. Planning is good."

Kiss.

Kiss!

"Did you know that parents used to use a wooden plank to prevent pre-marital sex?"

"—what? What for?"

"It wasn't very effective. Space was limited in early America so sometimes boys and girls would have to share rooms, and since they weren't related and they were teenagers their parents had to do something. Insert wooden plank between them on the bed."

"...how was that supposed to do anything?"

"Teenagers can't cross wood. They're like vampires."

"I thought vampires couldn't cross running water."

"Tomato, potato. Are vampires real? Someone should tell me which things are real before I mainline the entire corpus of Earth mythology."

"Don't think so but Derek wasn't clear."

"We can ask him later. While we're on the topic, thumbs up or down if we can talk him into it?"

He cracks up. "Sure, but I doubt we can."

"Mmf. I think that's all I've got."