It has been a relaxing day of lounging around with Stiles, reading your book, and of course, snacking. Now you are sitting in between Stiles' legs and leaning on his chest. His arms are locked around your torso and resting in your lap. At first he loved just watching you and enjoying your company, but now he is getting restless. He starts by resting his chin on your shoulder, looking at your face, taking in every detail of your concentrated eyes. You tried to ignore him even though you love when he does this. Then he starts leave little kisses on your shoulder and neck, pulling the strap of your dress out of his way.
"Stiles?" You ask in a tone that a teacher would use on a child caught red handed.
"Hmm?" He answers, moving you hair to your other shoulder and trailing his kisses up to your throat and jaw and back down. His actions were making it harder and harder for you to find your place on the page of your book.
"Whatcha doin' there?" you ask, using all the effort you have to sound unaffected. You lean to one side to look at him.
"Nothin'," he says when he finishes kissing down the length of your neck and sets his chin back on your shoulder. Then, with you still captured in his gaze, he grabs your book and tosses it across the room and onto the fluffy rug of the living room.
"Stiles!" You whine to him, "I was trying to read that!"
He tightens his grip around your waist, "Oh yeah, and how was that working out for ya'?" he asks with a teasing tone and a smirk.
You try to wiggle out of his grip, but instead, give him the optimum position to tighten it.
"Stiiiiles," you whine along with using a puckered lip, trying to convince him to let go. His face changes from holding his power to giving in and he relaxes his hold on you.
"Thank you!" You say, knowing you have him wrapped.
You organize your limbs to push yourself up and attempt to retrieve your book. As soon as you find your footing, an arm suddenly comes around your waist and pull you back down, sending you tumbling into Stiles' lap.
"Stiles! You trickster! Let me get my book!" You wail while twisting and kicking like a child.
"Well you do know I have had a history of tricking in my day" he says while kissing everywhere on your face except your lips.
Finally you stop trying to send your limbs into flight and relax in Stiles' embrace. He halts kissing you and looks at you in his arms.
"What? You're gonna stop trying just like that?" He says, not trying to hide his smirk.
You cross your arms in reply and nonchalantly look at the wall opposite of you, sighing.
"Awe, baby" he says in a mockingly sympathetic tone, pulling his lips into a pout and knowing how to push your buttons. After a few moments of your silence he ponders his choices.
"Okay." Putting his hands up in defeat. You look over at him with a quizzical expression.
"Go ahead get your book." He says, motioning towards the piece of literature. You slowly start to crawl to get your book, looking back at him every now and then to make sure he wasn't pulling something. The second time you look back, Stiles has changed his position, moving his weight to his hands and knees. When you start to rapidly crawl towards your book, Stiles bounds toward you like a fox and snatches your ankle with his hand. The instant your leg was in his clutch, you start to giggle uncontrollably. He them grabs your other ankle and pulls it out from under you, causing your stomach to flop against the floor, but at that point you are already in the center of the soft, fluffy carpet, so it didn't hurt in the slightest. You roll yourself around to have your back on the floor, breathless from laughing. Stiles grabs both of your ankles and pulls you to him, then throws a leg over you to straddle your hips, leaving most of his weight on his knees and shins that are in either side of you. As soon as you realize what he was about to do, your laughing seizes.
"No, no, no. Stiles, please don't." You say in a begging manner
"What? I'm sorry? I can't hear you over the giggling."
"Stiles, what gigg-" you were abruptly interrupted by your own laughter when Stiles brought his hands to your sides and started to vigorously wiggle his fingers into your ribs. His hands moves up and down your torso and even up to your neck and ears. Your laughing grows so uncontrollable that your ab muscles start to burn.
"St-il-es!" You manage to squeak out between laughs.
With Stiles showing no sign of stopping, you decide to make the executive decision for your own good...and his.
In one motion you swing your arms around Stiles' neck to pull yourself up and kiss him. Surprised by your action, Stiles moves his hands from where they were just previously tickling, your ribs, to your back. With one hand holding up the small of your back and the other hand holding your head and neck, while his forearm supports the rest of your upper back, he slowly sets you down onto the soft rug. In the meantime, one of your hands has moved to his face, remembering the feeling of his cheekbone and jaw, then going down to explore his neck and down the front of his chest. The other hand is locked in his messy hair, almost instinctively massaging his scalp. He repositions himself in between your legs while he releases the kiss and moves to your neck, kissing all the way down your throat, shoulder, and arm. He leaves little kisses all the way down to your hand. When he finishes kissing your finger tips he relaxes all his muscles and lays his head right where you rib cage separates to curve around and protect your heart and lungs. He then puts one hand underneath you, in the tunnel like space created by the small of your back and the floor. His other hand takes yours and gently massages your palm with his thumb. You drape one arm over his back and feel his lungs expanding and collapsing, taking the time to notice how small you are in comparison to him. Your other hand has found his face and caresses small strokes with the back of your fingers on the top of his jaw, right under his side burns.
"Well I'm tired" you say, glancing down at him.
"Mhmm" mumbles Stiles, nestling his face into your stomach and two quick strokes of his finger on your side, making you jump and then smile, your eyes closed. You move your hand to the hair at the nape of his nape and comb through it with your fingers. You both fell asleep like this, forgetting the book.
