Fall for me

Chapter nine

My mind wakes up before my body does and memories from the night before cloud my brain. The chase through the streets, dinner, the movie, how weird my mom was acting, and the kiss. I squeeze my thighs together trying to stop the pulsing. After I told him to kiss me he leaned in and brushed his lips across mine. His breath was warm and a shiver went up my spine remembering it. He moved hair from my face and left his hand on the side of my head, and crashed his lips onto mine. Unlike the kiss we had a few weeks ago, that were rushed and hurried. He kissed me slow and passionately, taking all the air from my lungs. I wrapped my legs around his hips and he made a swift motion to where I was straddling his lap. I leaned my upper body down and met his soft lips, keeping the kiss slow and sensual. He wrapped his arm around my lower back and pushed me closer to him, so instead of hovering over him there was nothing but clothes separating us. After about fifteen minutes, us getting closer than I ever thought imaginable he spoke, "not yet." He shifted me off his lap and into a sideways position facing the wall away from him and wrapped his arms around my waist and entangled our legs together.
My body was aching from being in one position for so long so I shifted my weight and that's when I felt his arms still wrapped around me. Based on the last time this happened, I kind of expected him not to be here when I woke up. I tried not to move, I didn't want to wake him. We had been up until like two in the morning. I shifted my legs in hope to stop any cramping when he started moving. "Good morning." He said with a sleepy smile and raspy voice. Just waking up Stiles is my favorite Stiles. I turned my head toward him, "Morning." I responded taking in his sleepy state. He gave me a confused look, "What?" He said. "Nothing... just looking." I smiled in return. "You hungry?" He said while sitting up. I nodded following his lead and sitting up in bed. "We can go look for something to eat in the kitchen, there's probably not much." I say and stand up slipping on my slippers. "I'll find something and cook for you." He says while hopping out of bed, definitely more energized than the last time he stayed over.
We make our way up the stairs and the smell of bacon fills my nose. My stomach rumbles, and for the first time I notice how hungry I actually am. We turn the corner and see my mom in the kitchen cooking. I haven't seen my mother cook in months, it's a weird sight to see. "Hey guys, I made breakfast. One you guys know well." When we were younger my mom and Stiles mom didn't have jobs, they stayed home with us everyday all day. Every morning depending on whose house we were staying at they would make us heart shaped chocolate chip and banana pancakes with smiley faces of fruit, a side of bacon, and orange juice. The last time they made it for us was a week before aunt Sophie died. My eyes darted toward Stiles, but he had a big cheesy grin slapped on his face. "Wow, I haven't eaten this breakfast in years. This is awesome, thank you Liv." He says while sitting down in the same seat he was in last night.
We eat breakfast in silence, glancing up at each other and speaking in a silent conversation. My mom is lurking in the background cleaning up the kitchen, acting like she's not paying any attention to us. I look back over to Stiles and he raises his eyebrows at me as if asking me what to do. I shrug my shoulders but begin to speak. "So mom... what did we do to deserve this incredible breakfast?" She laughs and makes her way toward us, "Oh nothing, I just got some time off and thought it would be nice to make you guys some breakfast. How was the movie last night?" She says. There it is... the real reason she was hanging around in the shadows of the kitchen. "Oh it was wonderful, I haven't watched that movie in years actually." I look toward Stiles and he is trying to hold in a laugh by taking a drink of orange juice. Apparently my mom was tired of beating around the bush because she bluntly said, " So are you guys together now?" My jaw drops to the floor and Stiles spits out the drink, I think I even saw some coming out of his nose. I have no idea what to say and look at Stiles for an answer. He's wiping up his mess when he gazes up at me and sees that I'm waiting for him to answer her. "Uh – yeah. Yes we are actually." He says while giving me a cheeky grin. Again my jaw is on the floor, in disbelief. Are we dating? We never talked about any of this.
"I knew it! Oh my goodness I have to tell your dad." She leans up from the table and goes to walk away. "Oh, um I had a few things planned for today. Is Erin still grounded or can she come?" Stiles says while giving me a mischievous grin. "Oh if she's with you honey, I don't care where she is. I know you'll keep her safe." My mom replies. We stand up and Stiles grabs our plates and brings them to the sink. He rinses them off and places them in the dishwasher. I'm stuck to the table, still in disbelief. He comes around and takes my hand in his and leads me back to my room. When he finally closes the door and I know my mom can't hear me I freak. "What was that?" I say while pointing up toward my mom so he can't play the 'what' game. "Oh that? It got them off our backs didn't it? I got the idea last night when she asked me if I was going to stay over... and well, it worked. Now you are no longer grounded." He said while going through the drawer full of his clothes. "I'm going to take a shower, you can join me if you want..." He says winking at me and going into the bathroom.
I debate it in my head, as I hear the shower turn on... but then decide what the hell... I walk into the bathroom and he's already in the shower. So I take what courage I have and take off my pants first sliding my panties down with it. Now I'm left in a big tshirt, and nothing else. Then I hear him speak, "Or not I guess." That was what I needed, reassurance that he actually wanted me to come shower with him. I slip off the tshirt and quietly open the curtain and step in behind him. I grab the loofa I just bought and squirt soap on it as quietly as I can. He's standing completely in the water with his head down looking toward the water escaping down the drain. I lift the loofa into the water and get it wet and place the loofa on his back and start moving it in circular motions. He stiffens for a few seconds but relaxes and lets me wash him. Being completely naked and not being in the water, only catching the spray coming off him is making me cold. Cold enough where I can feel my nipples pebble into stones. This will be the first time he's ever seen me naked, and the first time I've seen him naked. I hope I don't disappoint. He turns around and looks me up and down. He grabs the loofa from me and squeezes more soap onto it and starts washing my neck, going down to my chest. I feel the pulsing start between my legs but if I were to squeeze them together it would be a big give away for how he makes me feel. I don't want to give too much of myself away and risk him not feeling the same. Once he's got my entire body coated with bubbly soap he shifts and lets me go into the water. I'm now in the same position he was in a few minutes earlier. The soap is draining off me when I feel his warm breath against my neck, involuntarily my head swings back and lands on his chest. He trails wet sloppy kisses from my ear all the way down to my collarbone, bringing his arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him. I can feel his excitement against my back, which sends shivers across the entirety of my body. I turn my head toward him and he does the same, our lips are brushing against each other, like neither one of us wants to initiate the kiss. He slides his hand up my body leaving goosebumps in his wake. I go to my tippy toes and give him a gentle slow kiss, which quickly warms up. He turns me around and pushes me against the tile wall, a moan escapes my lips as the cold transfers to my skin. He places his hand on my throat but doesn't squeeze, just holds it there tenderly. This is the hottest kiss we've ever had, and definitely lacking clothes. A phone dings from the counter outside the shower and breaks us out of our trance. He pulls away from me and picks up my shampoo bottle squeezing a quarter size amount into his hands. He heats it up by rubbing his hands together and finally signals for me to turn around. I do without question, and within seconds he's running the soap through my hair. The best feeling in the world is having your hair washed by someone else. A naked Stiles nonetheless...
I'm drying off my body and have a towel already wrapped in my hair. Stiles has one towel around his waist and he's checking his phone while his hair is still dripping wet, I'm sure getting all over his phone screen. But I guess it was that important. My mind is going in circles trying to figure out what's going on with Stiles and I. We kiss and he doesn't talk to me for two weeks, he says he misses me and he's sorry for kissing me, then he stays the night with me kisses me again, the next morning tells my mom who's been wanting us to be a couple our entire lives that were dating, tells me to take a shower with him and gives me the most mind blowing makeout that I've ever had, and then completely ignores me after? I just don't want to get my hopes up for something that may not happen so I guess I'll just follow his lead. Do whatever I can, not to get hurt.
Once I'm dressed, I check my phone and have a missed facetime and text from Tristan. I call her back without even thinking about Stiles being there so I rush past him and to my room before she answers. "Hey what's up? It feels like I haven't talked to you in forever." She says pouting. I sigh, "Yeah I've just been feeling really weird since that whole thing happened." I responded back to her. "What thing?" She replies as if she's completely clueless. Stiles walks in shaking his head aggressively indicating not to tell her my thoughts. I guess she sees me look up toward Stiles because she says, "Who're you with? It's nine in the morning on a Saturday you skank!" I turn the camera toward him and he waves. Tristan's jaw drops to the floor, and she gasps. "Oh...Oh! Actually I just remembered I told my mom I would help her with something. I – I got to go. You two have fun though... with whatever you're doing this early." She says and hangs up the phone. I roll my eyes in annoyance about the whole situation. "I don't think we should tell anyone about our investigation. I don't want the wrong people to hear about it and get into some trouble." He says while wringing the back of his neck.
I go back to my bathroom and blowdry my hair until it's almost completely dry, I put it in two braids one on each side of my head. Like pigtails. I drag mascara across both sets of lashes a few times to give my eyes more of an awake look. When I make it back to my room Stiles is spread out across my bed, watching tiktok videos. I grab my phone and look at the time, ten forty five. "You ready?" He says sitting up on the bed. "Sure... but where are we going?" I say. "Oh so I think it'll be a good idea to go around and ask some of the people who were at the party if they remember anything. I know where a few of them live, and where a few of them work. We should be able to get some information from them." He says and stands up putting his phone in his pocket. He opens the sliding doors and I follow, all the way to his jeep.