catch me if you can

Chapter 11

SHORT AN:

So I FINALLY continued :D I want to remind you that english is not my first language and I try to use the right grammar. The Story is nothing like the Show. Maybe there will be new people and scenarios or I'm writing things differently. 

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Never before was Peter so nervous. He couldn't believe how he behaved but this person, Stiles, was his mate. The one person who would always be there for him and he for Stiles. They were two puzzle pieces that belong together. Peter had no reason not to tell Stiles the truth. He just hoped Stiles would accept him.

He took a deep breath:

„You and...me...we are...Mates."

For a short while it was silent and Peter couldn't look at Stiles. He looked at his feet, still with his hand in Stiles' and waited for the rejection. He would suffer and in the end he would die. He was prepared for it, waited since he knew who his Mate was. Stiles can live normally, without him and his life full of pain and suffering. He-:

„I know..."

What was that? It must be his imagination. His brain still played games with him. Suddenly he felt something warm, a hand, on his cheek and it set little sparks through his body:

„Oh, Peter."

Stiles directed his head up so he looked in these beautiful hazle eyes. They looked sad but at the same time hopeful. Stiles' other hand still held Peter's and it was the most warm feeling Peter felt in a long time. His grip on Stiles' hand got stronger but not to strong. He don't wanted to hurt his Mate. Never:

„Since...since when?"

He whispered carefully:

„To be true, I always felt something between us. I never knew what it was but to me it seamed that we always gravitated toward each other. You are the person I always trusted the most and felt the safest with. In the beginning it was facination I felt and then everytime we where in the same room I hoped you wouldn't pick up on my heartbeat that picked up when I saw you. When I was near you."

A small chuckle escaped both men:

„When I went away and you weren't there it hurt so much. More than anything else and I didn't knew why. All the time I felt like something waited here for me, something I needed to go back to. So I decided to get stronger and come back one day. Today you walked up my stairs and knocked on my door and when I opened it and looked into your eyes I knew it. I knew it wasn't something that called to me, no it was you. The feeling is so deeply rooted into my every beeing that you belong to me and that I want to be with you, near you. Maybe I didn't now as long as you do but I want this. I want you. Us."

After his speach Stiles needed to catch his breath. He layed his feeling bare. Feelings that where just for the beautiful wolf in front of him. His Mate:

„You...you want this? Want me?"

„Of course."

Peter couldn't believe it. The moment he knew Stiles was his Mate he was convinced he would get rejected and now Stiles said he wanted him , too. Never in his life he felt like this and before he knew it small tears rolled down his face:

„Please don't cry, my precious."

Lovingly Stiles wiped the tears away. Carefully he leaned forward and pressed his lips softly on the others. It was short and careful but with more love Peter ever felt. When their lips parted both had a pleaced smile on their lips:

„Don't cry anymore."

Stiles whispered and a soft chuckle escaped Peter:

„Since when are you so mature?"

Both laught and they meet in a gentle kiss again.They were sure together they would get through all this mess here in Beacon Hills.

.........And what a mess it would be.