Stiles bit her lip, her head spinning over how quickly she found herself in an empty closet on the air force base with her legs wrapped around Peter's waist as he licked at her neck. His fingers quickly opened her flight suit, shoving the upper half down to her waist even quicker.
"I can't believe this is doing it for you. You're into the suit? It's basically a onesie."
Peter pulled back and leveled a sardonic look at her. "Yes, it's doing something for me. Maybe don't refer to it as a onesie before we have sex though."
"Good call."