Hello all you Stora shippers out there. I thought I should let you know that these are so short because I own a drabble blog, but for some reason I felt like these drabbles (ficlets) needed an actual grouping on . So sorry for the maddeningly short chapters. But on the upside: it shouldn't take me too long to update!


Stiles rolled his legs off the side of the desk, sitting up. They both breathed loudly. They both remained silent. And they both were too shell-shocked to reach for their clothing.

Cora looked at the back of his head. He was just sitting there, doing nothing. She reached above her head and found her shirt. Holding it to her chest, she sat up behind him. She couldn't see his face, and that was distressing her. She wanted to know his thoughts. If he had any collected thoughts. She didn't have a solid idea running through her head. Everything was kind of a blur.

But finally, he did talk. Actually, he chuckled first. "Well, that was, uh..." He rubbed the back of his head. His muscles filled out as he moved. Cora found it amazing that he kept those hid. He wore small enough clothing - you'd think she'd have noticed them at some point.

Stiles turned his head over his shoulder for a split second to look at her, but he turned away before she really got a look at his face. Cora looked towards the door. "Impressive," she finished.

Stiles looked at her for a long moment that time. "What?"

A smile crept to her lips. "You didn't tell me you were that...skilled."

"Skilled? Are you serious?"

She rolled her eyes. "No. I'm made that up to spare your ego."

"No, see," he turned back to the room and reached for his pants at his feet. "That's something you would actually do, so don't go getting all sassy on me."

Cora inhaled deeply, keeping her eyes from him as he dressed himself in a hurry. "Whatever. Forget it."

"Good." He looked around for a moment, then his eyes settled on her. His stare was deep. Even though his eyebrows were knitted together in an odd facial expression, his gaze seemed to sweep over every part of her body. "What?" she questioned.

He motioned towards her chest. "That's my shirt."

She looked down. Yup, it was. Great.

Looking behind her again, she saw her actual shirt, and she made sure to huff as she threw him his shirt and pulled hers back on.

"So... Your mating crave quenched?"

Cora slid down the other side of the desk to put on her pants. Stiles wasn't looking at her anyway, however. "Yeah, I guess."

"How often are we supposed to do this?"

She shrugged as she finished buttoning her pants. "I guess whenever I'm feeling a serial killer urge coming on."

"Seriously," he stopped her. She looked up. He was dressed, as was she. All he was waiting for was his answers, then he'd probably run out of there as fast as he could. "Once a month? Every week? I kinda need to know, seeing as I'm your mate and everything."

"Stiles," she sighed. "I seriously don't know anything about this-"

"Another thing," he basically interrupted. "Am I for sure your mate? Or is there somehow a way to switch over to someone else?"

Cora scoffed. "Does it bug you that much? Nice to know you've having second thoughts after we've done it once."

Stiles frowned and pulled his head back. "I've been having second thoughts. So have you. Why are you all defensive all of the sudden?"

"I'm not," she snapped, crossing her arms to end the conversation. "Look, we're done here, so..." she looked to the door, "let's be done."

Stiles licked his lips as he watched her for a moment. She must have gotten on his last nerve, however, because he finally exhaled loudly and walked towards the door. He didn't say anything in his leave. He just left her to close her eyes and curse her fate.