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Third Person POV.
Stiles and yourself had been dating for a good couple of months now and honestly, you couldn't really feel the relationship progressing.
You figured it was hard for him to get attached to people, seeing as though they were easily taken away from him.
Maybe loosing his mother made him like this, like he decides against getting attached to people because he knows the consequences.
But you were tired of only going as far as holding his hand, maybe hugging him once in a while after school.
You wanted to know what it was like to feel his lips on yours, be pressed up against his chest of a night.
You wanted to be able to hug him for longer than a few seconds. You wanted to know what its like to actually date Stiles, not have one of those fifth grade relationships.
You were going to just confront him about it, but that would very well end the relationship, and you didn't want that.
You were currently sitting in science class, bored beyond belief.
Instead of listening to the teacher talk on and on about what chemicals do what when mixed together, you found yourself scribbling down ideas on how to ask Stiles about your concerns, but not in a straight forward way.
All your ideas turned out to be rubbish, so you let out a sigh of defeat as you crossed out them out.
You give your attention back to the teacher, but end up finding her words a lot more valid in what you were previously thinking about.
"You aren't going to get a reaction out of one, unless you mix it with another."
Something decent finally came to you and you wasted no time packing up your things and rushing out of the room the moment the bell rung.
You met Stiles at his locker, like usual, and he smiled when he caught sight of you.
"You up to do some studying at yours?" You immediately put your plan into action, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible.
"I need a little help with my science."
You were doing just fine in Science, but needed a way to get Stiles alone with you and studying seemed like the best way to do so.
"Sure," he nodded.
"Meet me at my car? I just need to drop off something to coach." You oblige and make your way out to the parking lot, repeating your plan over and over in your head, hoping that what you do will help and not make things worse.
Skipping time⏭
"So," Stiles falls onto his bed as you do and you take your Science text book out.
"You requested my astounding intelligence to help you on this fine day?" You laugh, shaking your head as you show Stiles what you're learning in class.
Hes in the middle of explaining something when you catch sight of his lips and you cant hold it in anymore.
"Stiles," You speak, causing him to stop speaking and direct his gaze to you.
Your mind was racing, telling you to back down and forget about the plan, but you refused.
Slowly, you leaned in and closed your eyes once you notice Stiles mimicking your movements.
Your lips met halfway and you were surprised he didn't try to push you away.
When you pull away, his eyes were wide but there was a smile on his lips.
"Were supposed to be studying." He smirks, causing you roll your eyes.
Despite his words you lean in and press your lips to his again, for longer this time.
You both pull away, out of breath and Stiles rests his forehead on yours.
"You didn't need to study, did you?" "Nope, I'm passing science perfectly fine."
You giggle. He rolls his eyes, shaking his head gently. "Did you plan all of that?" He asks, and you nod.
"Mhm." He chuckles, and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap as he kisses your nose,
"I'm glad you did. I was too scared to.
Do you... do you wanna do it again?" You giggle as his cheeks go red but you nod, and press your lips to his again.
For the rest of the night the two of you ended up cuddled on his bed, the science text book ending up on the floor.
You were beyond happy that you didn't chicken out on your plan, and that now Stiles cant seem to keep his lips away from you for too long.
You didn't mind, of course.
The feeling of his lips against your own and on your skin was far better than anything you could have ever imagined and you weren't about to get sick of it anytime soon.
