Stiles grins in return as they kiss. "I don't plan on going anywhere," he says honestly as they head out of the shower. He's noticed the little marks he's made on Peter's hips from his nails digging into his skin, but thinks nothing of it. It'll probably be gone in a few minutes or hours anyway, even though he'd like to be able to mark Peter the way the wolf marks him, letting everyone know who Peter belongs to, that Peter is just as much his as he is Peter's.

"What do you think we should have for dinner?" Stiles asks as he grabs a towel to dry himself off so he's not trailing water all over the place. He knows they packed food but he can't remember what it was at the moment.