"Mmmm, and yet, it's not being played," she responds in a smug sort of way as if clearly this is his fault as well.

Nope. Not struggling. She's had a crush on Stiles practically since they met. There's no doubt in her mind, at least, that the reason she isn't struggling has so much more to do with it being Stiles than the fact that she is comfortable and warm. He's so wrong. Of course, she assumes that Stiles's feelings for her are still of friendship, and she is happy to have her friend back. She'd made her peace with that a long time ago.

She presses her lips together when Stiles asks her what she had in mind. Unconsciously, she holds her breath a moment before exhaling and leaning up a little to look at him. Her hand moves from his chest to the curve of his neck and she swallows hard. If she's going to do this, she needs to do it now before she chickens out. She pushes herself up a little to press her lips against Stiles's lips, her hand sliding a little higher on his neck. She keeps the kiss soft, questioning, trying to gauge how he's coping with this new (to him) development.