Fall for me

Chapter six

When we came into the house earlier today Stiles did most of the talking. My parents took the morning off and were sitting in the living room right next to each other. They were holding hands, when they saw us they gave each other a worried glance and stood. My mom ran to me and wrapped her arms tightly around me, if she would have squeezed any tighter my rips probably would have cracked. My dad made a beeline for Stiles, and honestly I was scared of what he was going to do. My dad has never been violent, I've never really seen him angry. As the space between them disappeared my dad wrapped his arms tightly around Stiles. It was very wholesome to watch. They asked probably a thousand questions and Stiles answered almost every time, always having some form of an answer. Answers I never would have come up with.
  Somehow he got me out of heaps of trouble, they really have always liked him. Before Sophie died she would always tell us how she expected us to grow up and get married one day, that she couldn't wait for the day we realized it ourselves. When we were younger we always had the same reaction. We would look at each other and say "EW!" and go play talking about how it was gross. The last time I remember her saying something about it was a month or so before she died. I was over at their house studying with Stiles for a big final that we had. I went to get something to drink out of the kitchen when I passed their room and heard her saying, "I won't be here to see them fall in love, Andrew. I'll never see my beautiful boy and that amazing girl get married." She was sobbing, and I stood there silently crying, because I was in fact in love with her beautiful boy.
  A month later she died, I was with Stiles for days after that. It was the end of sophomore  year when she died. She originally had breast cancer, which she beat. About two or so years after she beat it, it came back in her lungs and brain. They were constantly doing scans, they don't know how they missed it. When they did catch it she was in stage three in her brain and stage two in her lungs. She lived for four months after they found it.
   Sophie was like my best friend, I was never really close with my mom. My mom would always overreact about everything, I could never tell her how I really felt about anything. Sophie was always there and never told my mom anything, or if she did... My mom never said anything about what she told her. If I wanted something, aunt Soph would get it, no questions asked. She always treated me like I was more grown than I was, saying that I had an old soul. A piece of me died when she did, if I didn't need to be strong for Stiles... I would have lost it. I remember coming home every night after being with Stiles and crying my eyes out until I fell asleep, sometimes my mom would hear me and come lay with me and cry too.
  Stiles left after my parents' interrogation, I am not allowed to do anything with my friends for a month. I am allowed to keep my phone, but have to come right home after school everyday. Which I think is pretty fair. It's now nine o' clock at night and I don't know what to do with myself, to be completely honest I'm scared to go to sleep. I tell my parents goodnight and head to my room. It's the only room in the basement.
  There is a living area, like a living room. There's a sink, a small counter, and a fridge. We have a big sectional pushed up against the far wall, and a big flat screen TV mounted on the wall across from it. My room is in the back of the area, we had to do a little bit of renovations, but now the bathroom was in my room. It's a much bigger room than my old one, more private too. There are sliding glass doors that lead to outside, to our backyard. They have a bunch of little solar powered lights that light up the area, so it's never too scary looking outside. I've been living down here since freshman year, my room used to be right next to my parents. I got straight A's and convinced them to let me move down here.
  I finally lay in my bed, the second my head hits the pillow I get this overwhelming feeling of guilt. I lay there thinking about everything that's happened in the past twenty four hours, and I cry. There's no way it didn't happen, I keep repeating to myself. I keep tossing and turning, every time I'm close to sleep I hear her screams. I hear the thrashing water, and it feels like my brain is drowning. It's fighting for its life, screaming even... but no one can hear it. No one can stop it.
  This is the first time I've been alone with my thoughts. Alone to process the entire thing by myself. When I close my eyes and picture the evening through my head, a bead of sweat forms on the back of my neck. My throat aches for liquid as it clenches, begging for air. My lungs have palpitations remembering the look that Raken Blake was driving into my soul. He saw me. He saw me; I have no idea what is coming . I can feel it.
  I look over at my phone and it's eleven forty five. Without thinking I pick up my phone and call the one person who can help, the one person I know will be able to fix me. The line rings three times before it's cut off and his soft voice answers. "Erin? What's wrong?" He says softly but with urgency. I waited a couple beats, deciding whether or not I really wanted to do this. "Stiles... will you come? Will you stay with me?" I choke out. Tears finally decided to fall from my eyes. I heard him sit up and blankets swooshing in the air. "Of course. I'll be there in ten minutes, okay?" He says. I nod but realize he can't see me so I croak out an "Ok" and hang up the phone.
  I couldn't stop thinking about the entire thing, how stupid I was to even go to the party. Stiles tried to warn us before we ever decided to go. Why didn't I just listen to him? I hopped out of my bed, my entire body was drenched in sweat now. I was pacing back and forth trying to level my breathing. The rushing water waved inside my brain again and I felt like I was drowning. I could feel the water in my throat, in my lungs. That poor girl, we did nothing to help her. Now I started seeing spots, I felt everything going numb.
  I ran to the bathroom and turned on the cold water, hoping...pleading that this would work. I got in the freezing shower fully clothed, within seconds I was drenched. I pushed my back against the wall, slowly sliding down until I reached the floor of the tub. I was crying so hard I could barely breathe.. I felt arms wrap around my shoulders and without opening my eyes I knew it was him.
  "Shhh, It's okay. I'm here, everything is okay Erin. Stiles had gotten in the shower with me, fully clothed. He sat behind me, with his arms wrapped around me. Swaying us back and forth. "I'm here... shhhh, I'm here." He said again while laying his head on my shoulder. We sat like that for a long time, the water still spraying on top of us. I couldn't say how long we'd been sitting there, but after what felt like hours he spoke again.
  "Do you want to get out now?" My tears had subsided and I'd just been sitting there, numb. I nodded my head in response. He stood behind me and stepped out onto the fluffy pink bath mat. He was drenched and the mat turned matted in seconds. He leaned over the tub and grabbed both my arms, pulling me up. I stepped out of the tub and he said, "wait here for just a second." Then he was gone.
  This is the second night in a row that I've been in a bath with Stiles, he probably thought I was crazy at this point. A few minutes pass and he comes back in, with a towel and my bathrobe. We lock eyes as he starts taking off my soaking wet tshirt. Then he bends without breaking eye contact and slides my sleep shorts off too. His breath hitches, and I'm now just in my bra and panties.
  My breathing started increasing with his, as I slid my hands to the back and unclip my bra. It slides off me to the ground, his eyes never leave mine. He grabs the towel and dries off my arms, I have chills on every inch of my body. He bends down to dry off my legs and I feel his warm breath gliding across my legs. My entire body relaxes as he dries off the remainder of my body. "Stiles" I say breathlessly.
He makes eye contact again, and his whiskey honey eyes stare back at me. He gives me a soft smile and leans down to the counter and picks up my fluffy bathrobe. "Here." He says as equally breathless as I was. He slides the warm fuzzy material onto my arms until I'm completely enclosed. He takes my hand and leads me into my room and onto my bed. "Do you still have a drawer full of my clothes?" He says while walking towards my closet.
I nod, "Mhm, second drawer." Last summer I was rearranging my room and Stiles had the bright idea of putting my dresser in my closet to give my room a more open look. I was able to fit in my hammock chair because of the rearranging. Stiles has always been there for me, without question. He was my very first best friend, the very first person I could trust.
He pulls out a tshirt and some sweatpants, "I'm going to change..." he says without looking at me. He was gone for two minutes tops, and came back in and crawled into my bed positioning himself behind me. "Do you want to talk about it yet?" He says softly into my ear. I shook my head, "no... not yet." He put one arm around my waist and the other under my head.
I abruptly woke and it was still dark outside, if I had to guess I'd say about three in the morning. I didn't think I moved much since I had woken, but Stiles rustled awake. "Hey you okay?" He said. His voice was deep and raspy, I was caught off guard by it and just laid there looking at him. If I didn't say something soon this could end bad, but there was a small part of me that wanted it to.
I turned on my side facing him and he did the same. He bunched his eyebrows as if asking a question without using his voice, but god I could listen to that voice for hours. We laid there for a long time just looking at each other. Our breathing synced and my heart started racing. I laid my hand on the curve of his legs and followed it all the way up his body until I reached his jaw. He let out a gust of air but didn't stop me.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him, every part of my body was shaking and my throat dried instantly. My heart can now start one of those push mowers from how fast it's going. I've wanted this for so long. I look into his honey filled eyes, and they're already staring back at me. His eyes dipped to my lips and lingered there.
I could feel his warm breaths pushing onto my lips, with each deep breath he took. He leaned in and for half a second I thought I was imagining it. His lips brushed mine, and he stopped and looked up into my eyes. I couldn't wait anymore and raised up and crashed my lips onto his. His hands were gripping my back, one still wrapped under me and the other around my waist. He slid the arm that was under me up my back and gripped the back of my head.
The kiss was sloppy and rushed, like we had been waiting years...which we had. Everything in my head disappeared, all that was occupying my thoughts was him. I was out of breath and working up a sweat but I didn't want to pull away. Having him this close was all I've ever wanted. Granted I don't know if he actually likes me... or if this was just a wake up in the middle of the night and I'm here kiss.
I wrapped my hands into his hair and positioned myself on top of him, I am now straddling his lap. He breaks the kiss and looks at me, his eyes roaming from my eyes, to my lips, to my legs, and back to my lips. I come back down to kiss him and he flips us and I am now on bottom and he's laying between my legs.
He leaves warm, wet kisses along my neck and involuntary gasps leave my throat. My stomach is fluttering and I feel like I'm on a cloud, floating higher and higher. The words 'I love you' keep threatening to spill out of my lips, and even though this is the greatest thing ever, and I feel so in love right now, it doesn't feel like the right time to tell him.
We're kissing like someone might come in to stop us, or if this was all a dream and we have to get as much done as we can before we wake. His hands are all over me, along with his lips. But he abruptly stops, his chest is heaving up and down. He is taking deep breaths we're both quiet for several minutes.
"We should probably press pause..." he says without looking at me. He climbs back into our sleeping position, except now he's laying on his back. He's right, I mean what were we just going to have sex? In my room with no protection? I mean hell we didn't even talk about anything before we just jumped each other's bones.