𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇, stiles stilinski

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𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍

After driving the girl home, Stiles carried the girl into her home and laid her on her bed. Stirring in her sleep, Aurelia rolled over and breathed in the smell of the pillow next to her. The one Stiles used when he slept over, meaning it smelt of him. After checking the house for Roman, before reading a note saying he was at the library — studying again, even after the long day they had — Stiles made his way back to her room. Wanting to respect her but also wanting her to be comfortable, he gently brushed the hair away from her face and let his thumb move across her cheek, hoping to wake her so she could get changed if she so wished. "Aurelia." He whispered, smiling when her emerald eyes flickered open. "You okay, you seemed to be dreaming." Stiles hummed, talking about the small smile that played on her face whilst she slept.

"Just a dream about me and Isaac, running around our house as kids." Aurelia murmured, moving over so Stiles could lie beside her. "Back when our dad used to work late. We had the entire house to ourselves, who would have thought I now have my own." Lia laughed tiredly, smiling at the feeling of Stiles' fingers dancing up and down her arm.

"Time flies." Stiles quoted.

Lia nodded her head, getting herself comfortable on her bed. "Sure does."

Laying in each other's arms, Stiles traced his fingers over the tattoo on Lia's skin. He thought what she did in memory of Erica was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done. Aurelia watched as he lovingly traced the letters. "Can I see your other tattoo now?" Aurelia scrunched her nose and shook her head. "Please." He begged, lacing his fingers with her hers.

"What if you don't like it?" Lia mumbled.

"It's not my tattoo. And it shouldn't matter whether I like it, as long as you do." The Stilinski spoke, running his thumb over her hand. "Please." Kissing the back of her hand and giving her the cutest puppy dog eyes. Lia was beginning to wake up now, meaning his little tricks would struggle to work on her not so sleepy mind. But she decided to let this one slide.

"Fine." She caved. Stiles' face lit up in excitement, sitting up and crossing his legs like an excited child. Crawling up onto her knees, she crossed her arms around her waist and took a hold of her shirt. "There was a reason why I was taken into the backroom for mine." Lifting the shirt over her head, Stiles's mouth dropped. Not only was she only wearing a lace black push-up bra, but there sat the sternum tattoo in all it's glory. "I always thought sternum tattoos were hot so, given the option, I thought why not?" Aurelia spoke, growing nervous at the boy's lack of words.

"You're— er— you're not wrong." He stuttered, finally meeting her eyes. Not for long though, as rather quickly they flew back down to the tattoo.

"Do you like it?"

"No—" Stiles said, hurt flashing across her face at his serious tone. "—I love it. Are you freaking kidding? Why were you so worried, it's gorgeous." He laughed, reaching out to touch it before backing away. Lia gave him a look, telling him that he could, so he did. Calloused fingers, trailed the surface of her skin between her breasts — admiring the work of the tattooist. "I'm guessing it doesn't hurt." He spoke, as the one she had gotten done mere hours ago was fine.

"Nope," Lia answered honestly, ignoring the goosebumps that rose underneath his fingertips. Hearing Stiles' heartbeat quicken, Aurelia noticed the boy become slightly uncomfortable. But not out of disgust. Stiles sucked in a breath, taking his hand away and keeping his eyes locked on the tattoo. Flicking up to her eyes, Lia moved forward and pulled him into a kiss. Starting gentle and loving, Stiles raised a hand to her cheek and pulled her closer — his whiskey eyes closing in pleasure. Slowly the kiss became more heated, tongues colliding in desperation and the want to be closer. Or rather, the need. Swinging her leg over his, Lia straddled his hips. His hands splayed across her lower back as their bodies pressed against one another. Running her hands through his hair, Stiles moaned into her mouth — making Lia smile as she continued to play around with his hair. Moving her hands down to the bottom of his shirt she tugged it over his head, breaking the kiss for only a moment. Her heart fluttering at his respect for her body and where he placed his hands — she soon grew tired of it. Assisting his hands lower down, Stiles' hands finally found their place beneath her lower back.