The sun engraved into the skin of his face as he lay in her bed, a subconscious smile ready to wake him up when he realized it was not a dream, but instead, reality. Feeling the warmth of the sun, Stiles opened his eyes, seeing that the curtains were left open, probably due to their lack of care for it last night. They had other things pushed to the focal point in their mind.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he scanned his surroundings, his eyes widening when he realized that last night wasn't a creation of his imagination or a trick of the mind. Beside him, he saw her lie there, her hair spread messily across the pillow. As he looked at her, visions immersed him; bodies tangling playfully together, the dwelling touch of her skin upon his. It was irreplaceable.
He moved his hand to remove the strain of hair which sat so uncomfortably on her face, covering her beauty. But, touching her awoke her and her blue eyes met his brown ones, and almost instantly, she lazily smiled at him. Leaving his hand upon her face, his thumb traced the Indents of her lips, reminded how his was on them and how they were synchronized.
Without a care in the world, or anything to hold him back, Stiles leant down and wasted no time as he kissed her softly. He felt her lips arch as she smiled into it, laughing at his confidence this early in the morning.
"I have morning breath." Rosie murmured as she moved her head to the side, away from his which hovered over her.
Indulging in his increased confidence, Stiles placed his hand on the cheek which faced away from him and pushed it so her face was opposite his once more. Even then, she didn't protest.
"I don't care." Once more, he secured his lips on hers, making up for the time which they had spent apart, their lips too. Her head craned upwards so she could divulge in all the wonders the kiss had to offer and it was now her turn to feel Stiles smile into their kiss.
"Finally." Both of them separated instantly, the sudden voice which came from neither of them stood leaning against the doorway of the entrance to Rosies room. When they turned to him, they saw Scott looking rather tired as he smiled at the two In the bed, looking like clothes weren't an option for them. However, Rosie was wearing the T-shirt Stiles had worn the night before, but the clothes she had worn were scattered around her room.
"What?" Defensive, Rosie brang the covers over her more, hiding her embarrassment of getting caught. Beside her, Stiles was trying his hardest to hide his smile which he proudly wore and gleamed to his best friend, indicating that he finally got what he wanted.
"Might want to close your door next time." Still weak from the night before and the inhalation of wolfs bane, Scott trudged towards his own room, leaving the two to laugh at their embarrassment. Rosie rolled onto her stomach so that she could bury her head into the pillow, wishing the ground could swallow her up, making the awkward situation escape her.
"Hes gonna hurt me isn't he." Stiles said as he sat up straight and sounded more serious than ever before, seeming scared of his best friend.
"Probably." She groaned, removing the pillow from her face as she sat up, swinging her legs off the bed, beginning to get ready for another dreadful day at school.
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Before school, Rosie was dragged with Lydia to Allisons due to Lydias birthday party being tonight and Lydia needed an outfit. From her car, Lydia began to pull out multiple Macy's bags, each one bigger than the one before, which made Rosie smile but roll her eyes at the same time.
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Healing Love- Stiles Stilinski
Fanfiction"You fell in love with the feeling. But you didnt fall in love with me." She was the confident girl, he was the awkward boy. Could it be anymore obvious? --- Season One of Teen Wolf completed. Season Two of Teen Wolf completed.
