Arrows To Ashes ➳ Stiles Stilinski [4]

Rematch

After last night I had used my Thursday as a day to recover. Dad had a night shift so we used the day to work through all my unpacking. I skipped school while we unloaded everything in my room. It's like I never left.

But we didn't just unpack my suitcases. Isaac had used the extra zip in my suitcase to fill in pictures he had found in Argent's apartment in France. Pictures of Mom, Tessa, Kate and Argent.

So we went through the pictures. And then I comforted Dad. Being alone wasn't easy. I couldn't leave him because that meant he'd have no family left. That's why he began drinking. That's why I was staying. The bottles of gin and vodka are still stacked in the cupboard but I used one of Argent's fancy locks so that Dad can only call me when he wants a drink.

Stuff at the station went pretty well. No Deadpool meant no deaths. They, as in Lydia, had resolved our benefactor who was now locked up. Meredith heard Lydias scream the night Allison sacrificed herself.

Now all I feel like doing is bailing Meredith out of wherever they sent her. It's private confirmation but my biggest bet is Eichen.

And Stiles. Ha, Stiles.

Stiles and Malia were back together. Just like I had imagined when I said I was staying. With Malia, he was the complicated one.

Malia and I are still regarding each other as ex asylum roommates.

Fine by me.

Lydia was doing Lydia. I only heard from her once and she didn't bother responding to my text about helping me unpack. Isaac helped over the phone though. He was the one who knew my suitcase inside out and I'm just glad he was on the phone because every time he corrected me I wanted to gauge his eyes out. 

Dad getting the night shift actually worked perfectly because now I was in bed with Brett Talbot and I was enjoying it.

"You know when you asked for a rematch in rock, paper scissors–" he paused to kiss my collarbone. "–this is exactly what I expected."

I lightly moan ruffling my hands through his light brown curls. Brett knew Stiles was the only person I'd had sex with. Brett knew I had only had sex once and Brett knew that I wanted a good time with no feelings. So Brett gave me what I wanted.

It's shocking how much you can't find out about someone by having meaningless sex.

"Isn't it weird having your ex-boyfriends window directly across yours?" He asked.

If he was talking it meant he wasn't kissing.

"Yes," I admitted and began smoothing my hand over his abs. "But it's a little less weird when I have a distraction with me."

His hand grabs onto my bare hips and lifts me to straddle his torso. He's admiring his view and so am I.

It's a great view.

Brett was experienced in bed and since I had only had sex once I've gotten to explore the great ways how sex is fun when it stops being painful at first.

And after two rounds it did.

"I still want my rematch," I reminded and he laughed as if I was joking. I was not. "Seriously. Not until I win."

He smirked and nodded placing his fist in his palm. Now it's my turn to cheating and I couldn't wait to.

"You're not gonna win," he tormented and I only grinned in response.

"We'll see."

We both began bumping our fists against our palms but before he got the chance to get to the third I bent down to kiss his neck causing him to groan in pleasure.