The Good That Won't Come Out
Peter is naked already when Stiles turns the corner, and her mouth goes dry. She swallows once, twice, and her throat clicks. She's really never going to get used it—Peter's thick thighs and arms, the curve of her belly and the sparse hair climbing up it, the slope of her shoulders leading up to the shaven back of her head, her heavy tits drooping a little under their own weight.
- Part 1 of The Good That Won't Come Out
“I didn't bring any lube, Stiles,” Peter whispers, and it sounds like a promise.
- Part 2 of The Good That Won't Come Out