𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘃𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘁

Secret Guest

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Stiles' door swings open so fast that it hits the wall. "Is your dad home?"

He shakes his head and I push my lips into his — apparently too forcefully — as this pushes him back, causing him to trip over a pile of clothes and fly back onto his bed. I land on top of him, resulting in a quiet, "ouch."

"Sorry" I mutter, my voice muffled against his lips. He just hums as if to say 'eh who cares'.

I straddle my legs around him, and his breath hitches in response. His hands climb up my back as I continue the kiss where it left off. My hair falls down to the sides of my face as I lean forward.

My breathing is shallow, full of nerves, but considering Stiles' unbelievably fast heart rate, I'm the least nervous one in the room. He pulls back for a second to breathe; a small smile forming in the corner of his lips — one that surely scares me for his next move.

"Why is it I'm always the bottom?"

I go to laugh at his comment, but my thoughts are jumbled as he flips me over and takes my spot. I'm completely taken aback by this, left stuttering and wide eyed.

His fingers find their way to my hair, intertwining in it as he leans in. The smell of mint gum fills my nostrils as he closes the gap between us.

Stiles' mouth travels to my neck and I angle my head upwards, slightly smiling at the thought of the hickeys immediately healing. I grab onto the neck of his shirt as his mouth glides to my collarbones.

Quickly, both of us stop breathing, and Stiles pauses, his lips resting on my left collarbone. "Your dad is home." I whisper, eyes widening.

He lifts his head up and looks at me, slowly tilting it. A smile forms on my lips, and I nod. "Okay then." I flip him back over and retake my place. He gulps as I place my lips on his neck now, knowing his won't heal at the rate mine will.

"Hey Stiles!" A voice travels through the hallway.

"Y—" He stutters over his words as my mouth progresses down his neck, "Yo! D-daddio!"

I can't hold back a laugh anymore, and the voice down the hall adds, "And hello, Maeve!"

I sigh and lift my head, turning towards the door. "Hey," when my eyes finally reach the door, the sight of Derek makes me jump off of Stiles and land on the floor, "Derek!"

Derek's finger shoots up to his lips, as if to shush me. He then points at the door, which we mistakingly left nearly wide open.

Stiles jumps off the bed and pulls me off the floor. We run to the door and walk out of the room, closing it behind us.

Sheriff frowns, "what'd you say?"

Stiles shrugs, "what? I said, 'hey, d-dad.'"

"But Maeve said it."

I chew on my lips and force a smile, "I uh...I called you dad on accident."

"Oh." He looks at me almost apologetically, and pats me on the shoulder. "It's alright, I don't mind."

I nod.

He turns back to Stiles — his line of sight visibly stopping at the hickeys. I bite my lip to hold in a smile. Sheriff sighs and continues, "Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game!"

"My first game...Uh, it's great! Awesome. Uh, good!" Stiles stammers, side eyeing me for support.

"Yeah, we're all really excited." I add.

"I'm really happy for you. And I'm really proud of you."

"Thanks." Stiles says, his words short and rushed, "Me too. I'm happy and proud of myself." He tosses a thumbs up in the air, and I grimace.

"So, they're really gonna let you play, right?"

Stiles nods a little too eagerly, "Yeah, dad — I'm first line! Believe that?"

Sheriff smiles, "I'm very proud."

"Oh me too, again I'm—"

Stiles is cut off by his dad pulling him in for a hug. I stand there awkwardly, before sheriff pulls me in and adds me to the hug.

"Huggie huggie huggie..." Stiles mumbles nervously, causing me to exhale a small laugh.

"See you there." Sheriff let's go and starts walking back down the hall.

Stiles and I exhale, and open back up the door, quietly walking back in. Derek quickly shuts the door and grabs us both, pushing us up against the door — one of us in each hand.

"How are you this strong?" I groan, pointing my toes in order to touch the ground.

"If you say one word..." Derek practically growls at us. Normally this would terrify me, but ever since learning that Derek is worried that I might mass murder, he doesn't bother me much any more.

Stiles scoffs, clearly sensing my lack of fear. "Oh, what? You mean, like, "Hey dad, Derek Hale's in my room, bring your gun!'?"

Derek stays silent, eyeing both of us.

"Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house," Stiles smacks his hands down on Derek's chest, "my rules, buddy."

He clenches his jaw, but ultimately remains silent as he nods at us and carefully sets us down on the ground. Derek fixes Stiles' jack, by grabbing onto the neck and giving it a quick tug. Stiles decides his best bet is doing the same to Derek's leather jacket.

I look at him in horror as Derek stops moving and glares at him. Subconsciously, I move closer to Stiles, right before Derek jerks his head forward as if to threaten us. This causes us to both jump back.

Our heart rates return back to normal when Derek walks away from us, looking around the room.

"How long have you been in here?" I ask, sitting on the edge of Stiles' bed.

"About ten minutes."

"What?" Stiles shouts in shock. "So you were just sitting here watching us make out?"

"I figured when your dad got home you two horny teenagers would be smart and stop." He looks at us disapprovingly, "But when you didn't, I considered throwing this football at one of you. Hopefully it'd knock some sense into your heads."

"But you just stood there before sheriff got home? And...watched?" I ask, looking at him in disgust.

"No! I was going to scare you guys, so I was hiding in the closet." He says, as if this is normal information.

"You and hiding in closets..."I mutter.

"But when you guys got in the room, you were already crawling on each other like a jungle gym." Stiles and I look at each other, partially ashamed, and partially proud. "So I stayed in the closet until the Sheriff got home."

Derek pauses for a minute before continuing. "I couldn't see anything from the closet — by the way. I could just hear Stiles' heart going at an alarming rate."

"Mm, yeah I heard that too." I shrug.

"What?" Stiles asks, "was it really that bad?"

"Oh yeah," I remark, "for a split second I thought I was gonna have to stop and take you to a hospital."

"Seriously?"

Derek joins in, agreeing with me, "that thing was climbing up to a good 150 beats per minute."

"Concerning." Stiles says, his phone buzzing in his pocket. "Shit, I forgot about the whole necklace thing."

"You were so busy making out that you forgot about literal supernatural issues?" Derek asks in disbelief.

"Yeah." Stiles and I say in unison.

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A/N: I'm horrible at writing kissing scenes so don't hate me for this lmfao. I can barely read this back it's so bad.