Violet's Return

Family

Stiles and I watch the kids walk down the driveway, hand in hand, with their overnight bags on their backs.

Noah gets out to greet them, Melissa waving cheerfully from the car.

We wait until he's gotten them all buckled in before giving a final wave and stepping back into the house.

As soon as the door clicks closed Stiles turns me around to face him, picking me up and pressing me against it.

I laugh before kissing his smiling face, glad to have some time to ourselves.

Maggie's night out really added some stress to our lives, both of us are dreading the next full moon but are holding out hope it was an isolated event. It goes without saying I was sure to call Lydia to let her know that little feeling about Mags was a great deal more than 'nothing.'

Admittedly it doesn't seem all that important right now in Stiles' arms, our kiss slow and impassioned. We take our time, drinking in the comforting feel of it.

Wordlessly, Stiles starts to walk us towards the stairs, lips still locked and his hands holding tight to my thighs. He stops before taking the first step, breaking our kiss to look up the steps and back at me, making me laugh.

"No." I shake my head. "You will drop me." I get down to my feet and grab his hand.

"I could do it." He states unconvincingly, giving the stairs another look. "No you're right, I'd totally drop you." He admits, making me laugh again.

I tip toe to kiss him, placing my hand on his chest. I deepen the kiss and pull him closer to me by his shirt which I grip tightly.

"Upstairs." I whisper to him, beckoning with my finger as I take a backwards step onto them.

"Mm, be gentle with me." He feigns innocence, like we've never done this before.

I pull him in front of me, pushing him forward so he's ahead of me on the steps then smacking his ass.

"Hey! I said gentle." He laughs, looking over his shoulder at me before proceeding up the stairs.

As soon as we reach the top he sweeps me off my feet, making me squeal in surprise.

He smiles and kisses me, carrying me into our room like his bride. Which reminds me of his question the other night.

"Do you really want me to be your wife?" I ask as he lays me on the bed, crawling in beside me.

We we turn on our sides, facing each other.

"You know I do." He strokes my face gently, letting his thumb brush along my bottom lip. "I love you more than anything."

"More than the kids?" I challenge playfully, knowing the love for our children goes unmatched.

"Definitely. I've only known them for what, a few months? Pfft." He assures, clearly being sarcastic.

I laugh at him and he admires my smile, displaying one of his own.

"Do I get a ring?" I hold up my bare left hand, wiggling it's ring finger. "It doesn't have to be luxurious, just pretty." I request and he smiles at me, taking my hand and kissing it before leaning over me.

We begin kissing again, slowly undressesing one another as we talk.

"Nah, I was thinking maybe just like a ringpop or something." He jokes, now fully nude atop me.

"Really. A good flavor at least?" I play along, moving my legs so he can settle between them comfortably.

"Of course!" He begins peppering my face and neck with kisses, making me laugh. "Watermelon."