Touch | Lydia Martin

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"I'm gonna fight him."

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Stiles and Charlotte let out a scream of fright when they bump into each other, Charlotte instantly clinging onto Scott's arm and Stiles raising his hand up to hit Charlotte.

"You two done?" Scott asks them in amusement, tapping Charlotte's waist so she can ease up the grip on her arm.

"You're lucky I didn't hit you." Stiles sighs, relaxing and letting his arm drop to his side.

"I'm lucky- you're lucky I didn't kill you." Charlotte huffs.

"Yeah, like you're gonna kill me." Stiles scoffs.

"I bet you're gonna be the one to kill me- you're gonna kill me, aren't you? You son of a bitch-" Charlotte starts, her eyes squinting at her best friend.

"We think found something." Scott speaks up, getting back to the task at hand.

"Same." Stiles nods, sending a playful glare to Charlotte when she starts laughing a little.

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"It's a Coyote den- flick my head again and I swear..." Stiles starts, making Charlotte laugh a little at him, resting her head on his shoulder as he looks around the Coyote den.

"Werecoyote." Scott corrects.

"I still cannot believe my Coyote friend is a freaking human-" Charlotte starts.

"Arlo." Scott cuts her off, picking up a packet of UNO cards.

"Those are from last night." Charlotte nods, making Scott nod a little.

"Arlo, I'm gonna have to put you down." Stiles sighs, readjusting his arms under her thighs so she doesn't fall off his back.

"Don't you fucking dare, Condom Carrier, I'm about to go to sleep." Charlotte mutters, her arms tightening around his shoulders.

"Then I'll drop you." Stiles smirks.

"Then I'll claw you." Charlotte grumbles.

"You wouldn't dare." Stiles gasps dramatically.

"Fucking try me." Charlotte scoffs.

"Arlo, let Stiles put you down." Scott speaks up, making the Lynx peel her eyes open.

"You really expect me to listen to you because you're an alpha now?" Charlotte asks in amusement, making Scott send her a look.

"Getting down now." Charlotte hums, getting down from Stiles' back.

"Hey, you guys see this? It's Malia's. It's the same one she was wearing in the photo." Stiles points to the coat near the back of the den.

"Yeah, she used to sleep on that a few weeks after I first saw her." Charlotte nods.

"What does she sleep on now?" Scott asks her in confusion.

"My coat." Charlotte points to the other coat, making the two boys turn and see her old coat bundled up in the corner.

"Oh. That's where that went." Stiles hums.

"We shouldn't be here." Scott shakes his head.

"What do you mean?" Stiles asks his wearily.

"She's not going to come back now. We've just invaded her home, our scents are gonna he everywhere." Scott tells them.

"But- I'm in here all the time." Charlotte tells him, furrowing her eyebrows a little.