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queen-in-the-shadows · 3 years

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Be Your Own Anchor Chapter 4

Warnings: POV Shifts, panic attacks, allusion to tragic backstory please read at your own risk.

Words: 1600+

The three boys had decided to wait for the day to end, and we were pulling up to an old home, one that had fallen into disrepair. As we exited the jeep, Isaac let out a short huff, calling for Derek, when the same surly man from a few weeks ago came striding out, his dark hair styled, and arms crossed over his chest.

"So… Why are we here?” I rolled my eyes at the ‘I’m in charge’ display, wanting to get this over with and leave, needing to get some peace and quiet, needing to work on my control before the next full moon. I would still chain myself up, but the more control I could have, the better.

"Isaac, what’s with the girl?" The man, apparently Derek, gestured towards me, earning a scowl from me.

"I'd slap you for that, but then it'd be animal abuse." I answered for Isaac, earning a laugh from Stiles, and the next thing I knew, a growl was emanating from his chest and Isaac had grabbed onto my shoulder to keep me from moving closer. “Aw, guess I was right, it really would be animal abuse! And Isaac, I suggest you take your hand off me before you get hit." If looks could kill, Isaac would be at the bottom of the ocean, a low growl coming from me to show I wasn’t joking. When Isaac still didn’t let me go, I grabbed his arm, flipping him over me and onto his back on the ground. I pinned the boy with my foot on his chest, sending a look telling him not to get up. Scott and Stiles both had their mouths wide open, and Isaac truly was no better. “Shut your moves before the flies find their way in boys.” I took a breath, looking out towards the trees as I touched each of my fingers to my thumb once before repeating the pattern a couple of times and looking back over all of them, letting Isaac out from under me. “Now, I’m not sure if anyone noticed, but a girl like me,” I gestured to myself, “shouldn’t be able to do that to a guy twice her size when she doesn’t have the training. And it’s only gonna get worse, so if you don’t mind, I would like to leave.”

Derek looked to the three boys, ignoring my request, "She got bit, didn't she?"

Before any of them said a word, my mouth had opened, words flowing like an arrow flying to pierce their target: precise, quick, and with a sharp point, "Yes, she did. And she has a name! Perhaps if you pulled your head outta your ass for a second and stopped talking about me like I'm not here, you would know it and she would help you get your fucking answers!" I balled my hands into fists, this was going downhill fast. I hate when people ask questions about me as if I wasn’t there, as if I’m someone else’s property. Blood was slowly dripping down my palms, drip, drip, drip, against the ground, and I focused on trying to recall the names of 5 streets I had grown up on, my eyes shut tight.

"Feisty. I like it." I heard a fourth, unknown voice chuckle, and my head shot up, eyes finding the newcomer easily. The newcomer eyed me up and down, his hands up in surrender. The other boys weren’t better off either, Stiles was more pale than usual, his eyes the size of saucers and focusing on my hands; whereas Scott seemed to be assessing me, trying not to startle me into attacking, or so I assumed, as Stiles was apparently the only human here, and would need protection if I pounced. I turned away, wrapping my arms around my torso, under each other, and stood, hunched over slightly.

Before I knew it, a voice had cut through the irritation, only slightly, but enough to calm my labored breathing and help me remember more than the single street name that had been coming to mind. Did my current street count anyways?

The words came back to me, the feeling, a memory from not long before, but the worry was still evident in his voice. And then again, the same words, "(Y/n), calm down. Please." It was Stiles, his voice barely above a whisper, and yet the amount of worry and concern in his voice was calming, reassuring me that I truly wasn’t alone, that I still had the goofy boy from across the street who loved Star Wars and his baby blue CJ-5 named Roscoe. I took another breath, a deeper breath, counting to three as I inhaled, and again as I exhaled. Then for a second time, then a third, and even one more time for good measure. I was by no means calm, but I certainly wasn’t seeing the vibrant red at the edges of my vision. I closed my eyes, my shuddering, labored breaths had slowly become more even, my figure beginning to stand straight again, when behind me was the sharp ‘snap!’ of a twig. I spun around, Derek was almost right behind me, and I stepped back, my eyes narrowed in distrust.

"(Y/n)? That's your name, right?" Derek asked me, and the three boys sitting off to the side were watching, waiting for me to snap and attack Derek. I simply nodded, listening to the ‘drip, drop, drip, drop’ coming from my hands and meeting the ground. “You need to calm down. Before you wolf out on us. Before you do something that gets you killed.”

My voice shook, worry and pent-up tears behind the sound, “I don’t know if I can…” Off to my right was the sound of whispering, but I deemed it smart to continue listening to my blood hit the blades of grass and leaves below me.

"Isaac, what triggered her to change?”

"Uh, Stiles was talking about them being wolves, and her eyes started glowing."

~~~~ Stiles' POV~~~~

"And? What kept her from tearing everyone apart on your way?" Derek just looked at the three of us, and Isaac and Scott were looking at me. "Don't tell me pipsqueak over there contained her."

"He didn't contain her. More like... he was her anchor." Isaac answered Derek, who gave a small sigh.

"Ok. Come here, pipsqueak." He glowered at me. I had just been standing there, confused and (slightly) scared. But I stepped closer to him anyways. I saw her with her eyes closed once more, taking deep breaths. "Ok. Talk to her. Go to her if you have to. But calm. her. down." He backed up, pushing me forward slightly.

"Uh... Uh, (Y/n)?" I gulped, nervous, and she lifted her eyelids slightly, her hands no longer in fists but nails- no, claws- still out. She was still trying to control her breathing. "(Y/n), can I come talk to you?" I trailed off. She nodded and I began walking towards her. I reached her, holding my hand out, and caressed her cheek. She sighed, leaned into my touch, and opened her eyes. They were back to their beautiful (e/c), and her claws were gone.

"Can... can we go for a walk?" She asked, glancing down and playing with her hands.

"Yeah. Let's go." Neither of us made a move. I was just staring at her.

"Uh... Stiles...? You're still kind of touching her face..." Isaac pointed out, and I felt her cheeks heating up under my hand. I dropped my hand from her face, becoming embarrassed myself.

"It’s not a good idea for you to be alone.” Derek called out and (Y/n) tensed, so I placed my hand on her arm, stroking it with my thumb slightly.

"We'll be fine. I'll be fine." I stressed, and began walking a little further away, (Y/n) right on my heels. A few minutes later, she was grabbing my arm, pulling me to a stop, and I turned to face her, "What? What's wrong?"

"How- Why... Why did you come up to me back there? How did you calm me down so fast? So easily? Weren't you scared? You-" She was overthinking, beginning to talk so fast that I couldn’t understand her, when I helped her to sit against a tree and she placed her head in her hands. I took a seat in front of her, grabbing her hands and placing them on my chest, taking exaggerated breaths to get her to follow them. “Breathe with me. In. Out. In. Out.” Her breathing took a few minutes to return to normal, but eventually it did.

I got up, scratching the back of my neck. "I'm sorry... I-I'm just gonna go. I just noticed what calmed you down the last time, and… I just wanted to help. I’ll go. " I turned around, only to have my arm grabbed.

"It's fine. Thank you. Just... no mentioning it. Ok? Nobody knows I have them this bad except us, and it needs to stay that way."

I nodded at her words. "So, let’s get to know each other I guess." We stayed where we were, sitting on the ground once more.

"So, um... what's your favorite color?"

"That's easy. (Y/f/c)." She replied, just as fast as I asked. "You?"

"Purple. Favorite...drink?"

"Again, easy. (Y/f/d)." She laughed. "Come on these are easy..." She whined and I stifled a laugh.

"Ok, ok. Fine. Have you ever been kissed? I mean, really, kissed."

"Um... By someone who actually loved me, or…?" I turned to look at her.

"Only if you want it to count."

"Then yeah. But there had been a lot more than kissing that happened." She was looking down, and I could tell by her voice she wasn’t entirely okay with it. I moved to her, wrapping my arms around her, and pulling her to my chest.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I felt her hesitate before she nodded against my chest, pulling away to sit against the tree at her back, laying her head on my shoulder.

"I won’t go far into it. But, I was 15. It was just before we moved..."

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when-they-write-stuff · 4 years

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For @balou15 and @ice-mage because my askbox noped out of existence for some reason ;)

14. “You said to be honest, stop hitting me!” (starring sterek and including isaac being an idiot, as per combined request).

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Stiles really should've known better.

Of course, that could apply to a lot of things. Stiles should’ve known better than to adopt a bunch of werewolves, he should’ve known better than to order three serving of curly fries the other night, and he should’ve known better than to challenge Erica Reyes to a game of truth or dare two weeks ago (he could still taste baking powder).

In a lot of cases, he really should’ve just stopped to think. But Stiles didn’t do thinking. It took too much time.

So when he asked Isaac to be brutally honest about his opinion on Roscoe, he should’ve expected the curly-haired beta to be so mean. Except, before today, Stiles hadn’t thought it was possible for anyone to hate Roscoe.

“You car sucks,” Isaac said, a stupid blue scarf wrapped around his neck and a stupid smug smirk taking up residence on his face. “If I had to choose between riding my bike everywhere and letting you drive me, I would choose my bike in a heartbeat. Your jeep is a death trap. It wouldn’t even be fit for old parts.”

Stiles wasn’t sure how he’d gotten the rolled up newspaper in his hands. He wasn’t sure when he’d started smacking Isaac over the head with it either.

Only at one moment, he was trying to remind himself that murder was illegal and his father was the town Sheriff, and the next, he was determined to smack the life out of Isaac and his stupid scarf.

“You said to be honest, stop hitting me!”

“Not that honest!” Stiles said, chasing after the beta as he fled with his arms over his head. “Roscoe is my baby, you asshole, and I will defend her with my dying breath!”

Isaac ducked around the corner and Stiles chased after him— only to stumble back as he rammed into a very unimpressed Derek Hale. The man arched a brow and glanced from him, to Isaac, and then back, before sighing heavily.

“I hate to ask, but what’s going on here?”

“I hate your betas.”

“Stiles is being a psycho! I didn’t even do anything wrong!”

“You did everything wrong,” Stiles hissed, narrowing his eyes at the boy. “Roscoe is never driving your little werewolf ass anywhere ever again. I hope you enjoy biking to school.”

“I do have a bike for a reason.”

“Bastard!” Stiles said, trying to leap at him again. But Derek caught his arm and dragged him back, much to the triumphant look on Isaac’s stupid face.

Stiles tried to wiggle loose but Derek’s grip was like iron and he didn’t let go until they were back out of the kitchen. Dragging him over the the couch, Derek dumped him down.

“Stay,” the man said pointedly. Stiles leaped back to his feet instead and smacked the man over the nose with his newspaper.

“I’m not a dog, Sourwolf! You stay!”

Derek’s eyes flickered to red. For a moment, he just looked at Stiles and the newspaper he held, and then a terrifyingly feral look lit up in his eyes. “Stiles, can I see that newspaper for a moment?”

Stiles took a step back, heart leaping into his throat. He quickly pulled the newspaper behind his back. “What newspaper?”

“Stiles—”

“Don’t touch my newspaper!” Stiles smacked him across the head and then leaped back as Derek snarled. He scrambled over the couch, taking off back into the kitchen, and squeaked as he heard the sounds of the man chasing him.

Isaac watched from the stairs, a smug expression on his face. Stiles flipped him the bird.

For a moment, the loft was silent. Stiles panted nervously as he gazed around. He gripped his rolled up newspaper tightly and waited for the coming attack; but Derek was gone. It was like the werewolf had vanished into thin air.

“Uh,” Stiles said, now thoroughly confused. “Here, wolfy, wolfy, wolfy?”

Suddenly, there was movement from behind him and Stiles yelped as Derek caught him by the collar, lifting him a good two feet off the ground and wrestling the newspaper from his grasp.

“No, Derek! Give it back!”

Derek smacked him three times over the head and then moved over to dump him back on the couch, leveling the newspaper with his face. Stiles glared at it.

“Stay.”

“Bastard!”

“Stiles.”

Stiles glared and crossed his arms, but didn’t move. Looking satisfied with himself, Derek tucked the newspaper under his arm and strolled back into the kitchen. A few moments later, the air filled with the mouthwatering smell of leftover take-out and Stiles grinned to himself, starting to stand.

But then Derek appeared in the doorway glared. “Stiles, couch. Now.”

“What? But I—”

“Couch.”

Stiles glared at him for a long moment. He debated flipping the man off and starting the entire chase all over again, but Derek’s eyebrows were terrifying and dammit, that shouldn’t have been such a turn on— wait. No.

Stiles shook his head and scowled, but plopped back down onto the couch. Derek smirked at him before vanishing again.

“Furry asshole,” Stiles said under his breath. Derek’s voice floated from the kitchen.

“I heard that!”

“Good!”

Stiles sat there for what felt like hours, though it was probably only a few minutes. At some point, the loft door slid open and Erica and Boyd came in. Stiles had his arms crossed and was glaring angrily at the opposite wall and Erica raised a brow, staring at him.

“What’s with you, Batman?”

“Derek put him in time out,” Isaac crooned from the stairs. Stiles scowled even more.

“He did not put me in time out, scarf boy.”

“Actually,” Derek said, coming out of the kitchen with a dish rag tossed over his shoulder and a plate of steaming leftovers in his hand. “I did. And you still have fifteen more minutes.”

Erica burst out into laughter and even Boyd smiled. Stiles slunk down further into the couch and muttered a series of curse word underneath his breath as Derek sank into the armchair a few feet away and continued to eat his dinner as if Stiles wasn’t even there.

He still had the newspaper on him though, Stiles noticed. He was already planning revenge.

It took a little longer.

By the time Derek gave him a wide smirk and told him he could get up now, Stiles was brimming with silent determination. He shot the man a wicked grin and shoved himself up, flouncing out of the room.

He hoped that got under Derek’s skin. He hoped the man could tell he was planning all sorts of terrible things.

Later that night, Stiles crashed on the couch. He’d done that more often these days; with his dad working late shifts and Scott being busy with Allison. Stiles had spent the rest of the evening smiling brilliantly at Derek and acting like nothing had happened whenever they were in the same room together.

He started noticing Derek’s expression getting a little less certain. The man was watching him with narrowed eyes. His expression was nothing but distrustful.

Stiles reveled in it.

Late that night, when he could hear the faint snores of the rest of the pack, Stiles pushed himself up and grabbed the newspaper roll where Derek had left it. He rolled it a little tighter, smacking it lightly against his palm, and grinned at the sharp noise it made.

Then he moved toward Derek’s room as quietly as he could.

The Alpha werewolf always slept with his door open; as if he was always ready to come stumbling out for a problem or a fight. But the man was dead to the world as Stiles crept into his room, half buried underneath his covers.

Normally, Stiles would think the way Derek’s nose scrunched up in his sleep was adorable. He’d think the way he face got all soft and gooey when he was unconscious was the cutest thing ever.

But tonight, he was out for revenge.

Stiles lifted his arm and then smacked the man across the nose with the newspaper as hard as he could.

Stiles really should have known better.

That could apply to a lot of things; like agreeing to babysit the pack whenever Derek was out, allowing the werewolves to copy his homework when Derek wasn’t looking, or letting Erica Reyes pick out his outfits on certain days.

In a lot of cases, he really should just stop to think. But Stiles didn’t like thinking. It took too much time.

Still, he should’ve thought this one through a lot more than he did.

Derek snapped to consciousness with a roar, eyes flashing red and fangs slotting down. Stiles yelped and pinwheeled back, his heart leaping into his throat. His feet caught in the t-shirt that Derek had left on the floor and before he could react, he was tumbling to the carpet.

In seconds, Derek was pinning him down, claws at his neck and breaths hot on his face. Stiles threw his hands up with a terrified squawk, sure he was going to have his throat ripped out or something.

“Sourwolf, Sourwolf! Don’t savage the token human!”

There was the sound of running feet and the pack came spilling into the bedroom. Stiles caught Erica’s eyes and her gaze snapped from Stiles, to the newspaper, and then back. Then a grin cracked across her face and she dissolved into laughter.

“Oh my god, Stiles, you’re such an idiot.”

Slowly, the red faded from Derek’s eyes and his claws retracted back into his fingers. He pulled away and stared down at Stiles, an incredulous expression replacing the one of anger that had previously been on his face.

Stiles was still trembling a little, terror and adrenaline making his heart race.

“Stiles,” Derek growled, his voice slightly warbled by his fangs. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Um,” Stiles said. “Revenge?”

Derek glanced beyond him at the newspaper lying a few feet away and his face tightened. He released Stiles of one hand and reached up, touching his nose. It was slightly red.

Erica laughed even harder. Derek glared at his betas.

“All of you get out.”

Stiles’s heart did a little flip and all three grumbled, but followed their Alpha’s order. Stiles could’ve sworn he caught Isaac smirking at him before the curly-haired beta left, but he couldn’t be sure.

He probably had, though.

“So, Sourwolf,” Stiles said nervously, wiggling a little. “Can we talk about this?”

Derek pulled him to his feet by the collar. “Revenge, Stiles? Really?”

“It sounded good in my head.”

“You know what sounds good in my head?”

“Letting me go, going back to bed, and then pretending like this never happened?”

“Yeah,” Derek said, smirking. “I don’t think so.”

That didn’t sound good.

Stiles chuckled nervously and wondered that if he tried, he could make it out the door before Derek caught him. But then the man turned him toward the corner and patted him on the head, before letting go and trudging back to his bed.

“Twenty minutes, Stiles. Then you can leave again.”

Stiles blinked dumbly at the wall for a second. It took his brain a second to catch up and when it did, he spun back around. Derek was already back in bed, smirking at him with a look of smug triumph.

Stiles opened his mouth to argue— and the man’s eyes flashed red.

His words died in his throat and Stiles stared for a moment, before turning back around. Crossing his arms, he glared at the wall. “This house is a fucking nightmare.”

Derek chuckled and rolled away.

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I have no idea where this ended up going, but here we are. Forgive me for the sheer crackness of it all. But thanks for the prompts, you two! I, uh... had fun?

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nicole-lynne · 5 years

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Worlds Colliding - Chapter Four

Here comes the fourth chapter! Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the series. I’m getting excited about this.

Relationships: Stiles x OC, Dean x OC, Scott McCall, Sam Winchester

Warning: Some intense making out

Description: Stiles takes Natalie on a date and tries to start getting to know her secrets. Will someone attempt to make a mess of things?

Stiles’ long fingers tapped on the table top anxiously as he sat outside the café, waiting for Natalie to finish up. He could hear her humming to herself as she was wiping down the last few tables and he admired the way that she always seemed to be in her own world. Stiles’ eyes wandered over Natalie, from her converse covered feet, letting his gaze linger on where her legs met her jean shorts and then looked up to her face. She had the kind of face that could make anyone feel comfortable and happy just by being near her. Natalie had a look of content and he had the sudden urge to take her in his arms and kiss her. She looked over at him and sent him a small smile.

“I’ll only be a few more minutes, I have to clock out and get the new guy up to speed.” Natalie squeezed his shoulder before whisking away to the back of the café. He nodded and pulled out his phone as it started buzzing like crazy.

Scott: Are you with her yet? Scott: Have you noticed anything weird? Scott: Are you okay? Scott: Why aren’t you answering?

Stiles: Dude, chill. Just about to start. Nothing strange.

“All ready! Let’s go.” Stiles dropped his phone nervously as Natalie popped around the corner, scaring him in the process. He turned his phone off, pocketing it, and stood up quickly to fall into step beside her. “So where do you want to go? I know of a little hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant near here.” She looked at Stiles shyly. All of a sudden, she felt like this was more important than just a hang out.

He bobbed his head enthusiastically. “Yeah that would be perfect, I love Chinese food.” She grinned and as she led the way to the small restaurant, they fell into easy conversation. Both of them oblivious to the roar of a loud engine starting up down the street.

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The food surrounded the table, Natalie and Stiles were laughing about some obscure Star Wars joke, and they seemed to be falling into a comfortable familiarity. “I’m just glad you like Star Wars, I don’t think we could be friends. It already kills me that Scott won’t make the time to watch them with me.” Stiles said as he shoved another dumpling into his mouth.

Natalie smirked at him, “What kind of life could you even have if you didn’t watch Star Wars? It’s where I learned my Obi-Wan Kenobi skills.” She picked up a chopstick and made a light-saber noise at him. He laughed and followed suit, both of them having a pretend fight with the chopsticks. Natalie paused and lifted a napkin up to Stiles’ face. “Here, you have some sauce on your face.” Stiles stared at her as she wiped his cheek and he could feel his cheeks flush. Her fingertips brushed over his skin lightly and Stiles felt like the room had been put into slow motion. And then as quickly as it had happened, Natalie pulled back and grinned slightly.

“Well I guess we should get going. I think all of the workers are waiting on us.” She looked surprised at his statement but found it to be true as she looked around to see all the waiters hanging around lazily.

Stiles gestured to the waiter for the check and grabbed it before Natalie could even reach for it. She began to protest but he cut her off, “Let me get this, okay?” She smiled at him gratefully. “Besides, you can get the ice cream. I’ve got a craving.” He beamed over at her and she nodded happily.

As they walked out of the restaurant, Natalie took a step out of her comfort zone and slipped her hand into Stiles’. His heart rate increased quickly but he swallowed the shock and intertwined his fingers with hers. The feel of her hand in his was the most natural feeling and he felt a wave of sadness when they reached the ice cream shop and he had to let her go.

He watched her disappear inside and waited for her. She brought the ice cream over to where he sat on the bench. They sat in peace for a little while, munching away, enjoying the nice summer evening. When they finished, they sat side by side and people watched. “I like to make up happy stories for all the people that pass by.” Natalie said finally. Stiles gestured to a woman passing by them. “Okay, she is just leaving from having dinner with her estranged father. They haven’t spoken in years but he started making an effort to see her once a week. This was the first day that she actually felt excited to meet up with him. He remembered her favorite food and ordered it for her and he asked about her job. She’s already thinking about the next time they’re going to see each other.” She finished, a look of happiness washing over her face.

“I like that story.” Stiles said, looking at her. “What’s your dad like?”

Natalie’s face fell slightly but she recovered quickly. “Oh, um, I don’t really remember my dad. Or mom. They left me at my Aunt’s house when I was little and never came back. But it’s alright, because my Aunt is really just the best.” She tried to cover her sadness with a little bit too much eagerness.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Nat. Well they sure missed out on a great girl.” Stiles’ brown eyes shone brightly as he looked up at Natalie. Natalie’s lips parted in surprise and a tiny smile started to form. He rubbed his thumb against her wrist tattoo. “So what’s the hidden meaning behind this?”

She looked at her tattoo solemnly, unsure of what to say. It was a part of her, but there was a disconnect when she thought of that part of her life. “It’s something I got when I was still pretty young, when I didn’t really understand how cruel the world could actually be. But now it’s a reminder that I’m strong enough to survive anything. And anyone who leaves my life.” She finally said.

Stiles looked at Natalie, her stare still focused on her tattoo. He put his hand on her knee in hopes to comfort her. “Sometimes, bad things happen. But it’s good to remember that you, and your strength, are a product of the things that happen to you. And from what I can tell, you are pretty damn strong.” He tilted her chin up at him and smiled. She blushed and looked into his eyes for what seemed like hours. Her heart was beating ferociously and her mind was clouded. Natalie began to lean forward, only a few moments from her lips brushing his. Just as they were about to meet, a loud horn honked from down the street, startling the two people tremendously.

Stiles chuckled and got to his feet, pulling Natalie up as well. “Come on, let me drive you home. It’s a little too late for you to be walking by yourself.” He walked her over to Roscoe and opened the passenger door for her. Her eyebrow shot up as she caught a glimpse of the baseball bat laying in the seat. Stiles quickly tossed it in the backseat and helped her up like a gentleman. She giggled as she watched Stiles hustle to the other side, jumping in effortlessly. He shot her a smile and headed in the direction she had pointed. He reached over and put his hand on her leg softly. Her heart warmed up at his touch and she could feel his touch burning into her skin.

The song, Walking on Sunshine, started pulsing through the stereo speakers. “Turn this up, I love this song!” She held her hand out of the open window and he cranked up the volume. The song vibrating into the night and they sang together loudly.

Natalie sighed happily, picturing herself riding in Stiles’ jeep many more times, his long digits holding tight on her thigh as they cruised along. It was a perfect summer evening and she didn’t want it to ever end. The radio played softly and the wind blew in from the window, ruffling their hair around.

The car pulled to a stop outside her house and Stiles turned off the radio, silence falling over the jeep. Natalie looked over at him through her eyelashes, and his heart leapt into his throat. His fingers traced shapes on her leg and she scooted a little closer to him. He gulped gently and put his hand to the back of her head, pulling her towards him. His lips met hers in a deep pressure and she moaned softly. The sound of her moans made vibrations against his lips and his pants tightened. The air thickened around them as their kiss deepened into something desperate. Their limbs mingled in a haste to be closer, he pulled her into his lap and she rubbed her hands against his chest. Stiles’ minty breath was clouding her mind and all she could think about was how she never wanted this to end.

His tongue traced her bottom lip and she opened her mouth, their tongues clashed, exploring each other with new curiosity. Stiles put his hands on either side of her face, not being able to get enough of her skin on his skin. She pushed against his chest again and groaned as he started to kiss underneath her earlobe and down her neck, hitting every sweet spot and sending tingles down her body. Stiles fumbled for the seat lever, trying to push the seat back.

Suddenly, her ringtone went off loudly, jolting the two apart for the second time that night. She grumbled quietly and rested her forehead against Stiles’, his deep, chocolate brown eyes meeting her lust filled green ones. They both starting giggling as they let the events sink into their brains.

“Well that was fun…” he laughed out softly. “Come on, I’ll walk you to the door.” He smoothed her messy mane and helped her out of the jeep. Natalie looked at the ground as they walked, embarrassed at what had just happened, but Stiles wrapped his arm around her shoulder and smiled at her comfortingly.

“So can I see you again?” Stiles shuffled his feet as he stopped at her front door.

She beamed up at him, “Of course, I would really like that.”

“Great, that would be awesome, yeah I’d love that too.” The words started to fall out of his mouth.

She interrupted him with a laugh, “I’ll talk to you soon, Stiles.” With that, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him tenderly. She went in the door and leaned against it in awe of the night that she just had. Stiles turned around and put his fingers to his lips, unable to believe that he really had gotten to kiss that stunning woman. This was going to be such a wonderful adventure, he thought to himself.

On the other side of the door, Natalie gazed off, thinking about Stiles’ hands on her body. Thinking about the fire that raged inside her, something she didn’t know she could feel about someone else. Her mind came back to the present and she pulled her phone out of her purse. Natalie blanched as she looked down at the screen.

Missed Call: Sam Winchester, 11:13pm.

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