FBI (For Basic Idiots) [FemStiles&Derek]

With Your Permission

[2 Days Later; Christmas Eve...]

“Nije za tebe...”

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“I don’t know what to do.” Stiles huffs out as she flops back onto the couch with her beer in hand.

“Uh, you could stop whining, and get frigging dressed.” Lydia bites out, shoots her a pointed look before focusing back on smoothing out her makeup.

“I’m not...” Stiles lets out a sigh of defeat. “OK, I’m whining.”

Kira chuckles, comes to sit herself beside Stiles. “You have been thinking of moving closer for your dad, as well as the pack, so –“

There’s a loud commotion from Kira’s bathroom then, stuff being thrown aside – by the sounds of it – before the door is slammed open and Malia stands in the doorway with wide eyes of excitement (and a little betrayal...)

Kira slowly turns her gaze back to Stiles, who’s shooting her a sour look now. “Sorry...” She mumbles, shoots her a cheesy sheepish grin in return.

“You’re moving back home?” Malia asks, eyes now narrowed.

Stiles arches a brow as she looks the women up and down. “Nice sparkles. You look like a stripper. I love it.”

Both Lydia and Kira chuckle at that.

Meanwhile, Malia’s eyes narrow even further. “That’s what I was going for. Don’t change the subject.”

Stiles rolls her eyes, lets out another sigh of defeat. “I dunno. Maybe...” She mumbles out.

Lydia scoffs loudly as she turns away from the body mirror (and away from her fabulous reflection.) “What Stiles really means is that our sweet little Derbear has finally given her a taste of his knot, and now, she’s hooked.”

Stiles sputters just as loudly as both Kira and Malia burst out laughing. Stiles glares at Lydia, who smirks smugly back at her. “Excuuuse me, but he is a total gentleman! He took me for milkshakes and then on a moonlit stroll!”

Malia scoffs loudly at that.

Stiles’ glare snaps over to her instead. “He did!”

“Oh, please!” Malia snorts back, is wrinkling her nose in disgust then as she says, “I can smell him all over you!”

Stiles gasps in horror. “I bathed! Twice! It’s been two days!”

“Exactly.” Malia arches a brow, shoots her a pointed look.

“But –“ Stiles mumbles, cheeks now flooding with heat. ”– my magic...”

Again, Malia scoffs. “Yeah, that doesn’t work when you’re mates... or pack, a lot of the time.”

“Ummm –“ Stiles blinks furiously as she takes that little piece of information in.

“Yeah, it’s a protection thing. Seeing as betas have the ability to hide their scent from even their own Alphas – which, I’m guessing is ‘cause not all Alphas are nice – we can never hide our scent from our protectors. And it totally goes both ways. You’re Derek’s protector, just as much as he’s yours. The bonds we share, and then, make stronger with at our own efforts are all for connection, rather than breeding. It’s kinda romantic, I think.” Malia explains clearly and calmly. All three women stare at her in a little awe, to which, Malia shrugs rather awkwardly. “What? That’s right, I know some stuff... And I like romance.”

Lydia and Kira smile amusedly, Stiles, too, chuckles... until she doesn’t, because then, her eyes are widening in mortification as she suddenly realises – “Oh, my God! That means all those times over the years when I thought I was covering my scent from him when I –“ Her eyes widen even more, cheeks heating up all the more as her girlfriends all smirk at her.